Chapter 180 A good meal is not afraid of being late
"Dad, are those clouds?"
Pengpeng hugged Zhang Zhong's arm and stretched his neck to look out of the porthole [58 Novels www.58xs.info].
When this girl first took off, she was so scared that she screamed and said things like "I'm going deaf". Now that the plane is stable, she feels bolder.
Zhang Zhong glanced at the thick clouds outside, which were glowing with golden light because of the sun.
He smiled and said, "They are clouds, don't they look good?"
"Hmm, it looks delicious, like marshmallows. It would be nice if the marshmallows were this big."
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The flight from Jiangyang to Yanjing took just over two hours, and it went by very quickly. When we landed, Pengpeng held her ears and said, "I'm going deaf again."
Zhang Zhong heard her shouting, but he didn't care about her anyway. It's not a bad thing to shout when taking off and landing. On the contrary, it was Zhang Xingjun and the other two who were sitting in their seats so nervous that they couldn't speak. This was not a good thing.
The hotel they had booked before had a pick-up service, so Zhang Zhong and the others did not have to find transportation. After meeting with the hotel people, the family rushed towards the hotel.
The Chinese Youth Literary Award Ceremony was held at the Chinese Modern Literature Museum. When Chen Qing was booking a hotel, he took the distance into consideration and found the nearest hotel. The place where they live now is only two kilometers away from the cultural center.
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When they arrived at the hotel, it was already past eleven o'clock. Because Pengpeng wanted to eat roast duck, they called a car and went to the most famous roast duck restaurant in Yanjing.
But being the most famous means having the most people. When Zhang Zhong and the others arrived, there was a queue of people outside the roast duck restaurant.
"How about we change places? There are more roast duck restaurants in Yanjing than this one." Zhang Zhong looked at the number he had just taken and felt that the queue would take a long time, so he suggested changing places.
Zhang Xingjun shook his head and said with a smile, "It's okay. It's hard to come here. Of course I want to eat the best. Don't be afraid of being late for a good meal. It won't be a problem if we wait for a while."
"How about I wait here with your dad while you and Chen Qing take Peng Peng around," Hu Huifang said.
Chen Qing smiled and said, "No, auntie, you can watch the number call on your mobile phone. We don't need to queue here."
"Is this possible?" Zhang Xingjun asked doubtfully.
"Okay, let's go shopping first."
After the family agreed, they started shopping around.
Zhang Zhong’s plan was to take them for a walk, and maybe they would see something delicious so they wouldn’t have to go back to the roast duck restaurant.
But Pengpeng and the others were more obsessed with roast duck than Zhang Zhong expected. Even if they saw something delicious, they could still hold back and make sure to save their stomachs for the roast duck restaurant.
After walking in circles for more than an hour, they finally returned to the roast duck restaurant.
There is truth to the saying that if you have a good meal, you are never afraid of being late, because everyone has been hungry for a long time just for this meal. Not to mention that this roast duck is delicious, even if it is the kind that costs more than ten yuan a piece on the roadside, you will probably eat it in your mouth.
It's fragrant.
It was past two o'clock after finishing the meal, and they walked around again. When it was past four o'clock, Zhang Zhong asked Chen Qing to take his parents and Peng Peng back to the hotel, while he stayed here, because Zhuang Yu
The place to have dinner in the evening is also nearby.
The time agreed upon with Zhuang Yu was six o'clock, so Zhang Zhong was not in a hurry. He first went to the appointed hotel to check out, and then started shopping nearby.
While walking, I suddenly received a call from Song Xiang.
"Chongzi, have you come to Yanjing?"
Zhang Zhong couldn't help but laugh when he heard Song Xiang speak with a bit of a Yanjing accent. This guy learned very quickly.
"Well, I'm in Taikoo Li now." Zhang Zhong said.
Hearing that Zhang Zhongren was in Taikoo Li, Song Xiang's voice immediately rose to a higher pitch, "Damn it, why didn't you tell me that you came to Yanjing? Let's have dinner together tonight, and I'll go find you right now."
Zhang Zhong immediately said, "No, I have a dinner tonight."
"What kind of dinner? Can't we postpone it?"
"I can't push it away. We'll talk about the meal later."
"Then tomorrow."
"Not even tomorrow."
"It won't work today, and it won't work tomorrow either. Why did you come to Yanjing?" Song Xiang asked.
Zhang Chong smiled and said, "You know Lin Lin told you that I came to Yanjing, didn't he? Then he didn't tell you what I came to do?"
"No, otherwise I would still ask you?"
Probably Lin Lin also wanted him to tell Song Xiang personally, so he didn't tell him.
Zhang Zhong told Song Xiang that he was a fifth-year vegetative person and that he came to receive the award.
After he finished speaking, Song Xiang didn't speak for at least ten seconds.
"Chongzi, is everything you said true?" After a long pause, Song Xiang asked, his voice still a little unbelievable.
"Of course it's true."
"Damn it, it seems I have to pay attention to the literary circle. I don't know about such a big thing. I'll hang up now. I'll go online and check it out. I'll call you later."
"Well, okay."
Zhang Chong smiled and thought that Song Xiang was still so talkative. He actually thought about finding Song Xiang when he came to Yanjing, but he was too busy for time here, and Song Xiang might also be very busy.
So I gave up the idea.
"Hello, sir, are you interested in Go?"
As soon as Zhang Zhong put the phone in his pocket, a little girl came up with a flyer.
He glanced at the flyer in the opponent's hand, shook his head and said, "Sorry, I don't usually play chess."
"It's okay if you don't play chess. You can also learn now. Besides, our book club has many other projects besides Go, including piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Our book club's teachers are all top-notch in the industry..."
Zhang Zhong didn't listen carefully to the little girl's words and glanced inside their book club. He could see a piece of writing through the glass window. He pointed at the word and asked, "Is this written by the teacher of your book club?"
The little girl nodded repeatedly, "Yes, this is written by teacher Zhang Huaizhen from our book club. He is a member of our Chinese Calligraphers and Painters Association and has won many domestic and foreign awards."
Zhang Dian nodded, "Yeah."
After saying yes, he turned around and was about to leave. The little girl was stunned for a moment, and then quickly followed him, "Sir, I see that you are very interested in calligraphy. Would you like to go in and have a look? Our book club has free courses, Master.
Give personal guidance and sign up for classes after you are satisfied. Good calligraphy is like a beautiful postcard. I think you are also a successful person. If you can write good calligraphy again, it will definitely give you a lot of extra points."
Seeing the little girl chasing after her, Zhang Chong smiled and said, "Little girl, I don't need to recommend you anymore. I'm not from Yanjing. I'm just here to do business. There's no need to waste your time on me."
"Sir, it's okay. Even if you don't sign up for the calligraphy class, you can still go in and have a look. We also have a tea art display in our club, and you can taste it for free."
Zhang Zhong looked at the girl in front of him. If nothing else, she had a good face and was a sales figure.
He looked at the time again and saw that it was still early for dinner, so he nodded to the girl, "Okay, I'll go in and take a look."