When Zhang Zhong followed the manager to the restaurant, the scene in front of him made him a little dumbfounded.
There is a large wooden round table. In order to facilitate dining, there is a rotating ring around the round table. At this time, no less than twenty kinds of food are placed on the rotating ring.
Cake, roast chicken, cheese...the dishes are not the same at all.
Next to the round table, there is only one high stool, which is almost as high as the tabletop. The reason why such a high stool is needed is because the person sitting on the stool is a little one.
Pengpeng had a tablecloth wrapped around her chest, a spoon in her left hand, and a fork in her right hand. There were two young waitresses standing on both sides, constantly helping to turn the ring.
There was still a bit of chocolate cake left in the corner of the little guy's mouth. He was about to reach for the roasted chicken pieces on the table because his arms were too short. A girl next to him quickly brought the roasted chicken to her. Another girl was already doing it.
She poured a glass of juice, fearing that the chicken pieces would be too dry and she would choke.
Pengpeng stabbed a piece of roast chicken with a fork, raised her head and smiled at the girl holding the plate, "Thank you, sister."
The young waitress was amused by her and said, "Children, please eat slowly, otherwise you will choke."
"Hmm." Pengpeng nodded, but the hand that brought the roasted chicken pieces to his mouth showed no intention of stopping at all.
Zhang Zhong came back to his senses and said to Shen Jian next to him, "Funny."
Shen Jian smiled and said, "Children are all like this."
When they arrived at the table, the manager said to the two waiters, "You go ahead and do your work. I'll leave this place to you."
Pengpeng also saw Zhang Zhong, twisted her butt and said to her father, "Dad, there are so many delicious foods. Come, I will take you to sit with me."
Shen Jian smiled and teased her, "Where should I sit?"
Pengpeng looked at the empty space that she had finally moved out, then looked at Shen Jian, and said with a grimace, "I can't sit down anymore."
Zhang Zhong felt angry and funny when he saw her like this. She said she wanted to eat snacks, but a good guy came to have a big meal, and there were two people to serve her. She really became a princess.
He glanced at the table and roughly estimated how much she had eaten. He frowned and said, "Didn't I tell you not to eat too much?"
Pengpeng said immediately, "No, I just ate a little bit."
She was afraid that Zhang Zhong wouldn't believe it, so she gestured with her hands and pinched a small gap between her thumb and index finger, "I just ate a little bit, burp——"
Pengpeng quickly covered her mouth, trying to cover up the hiccups.
Zhang Zhong shook his head, took the tablecloth in front of her and wiped her mouth, then held her in his arms, turned to the manager and said, "Please write down the account, I will settle it later."
But the manager smiled and said, "No sir, the kid's meal is provided by our hotel."
Zhang Zhong hummed, not surprised. Probably the hotel management knew that it was Wen Jinjiang and Shen Jian who came, so they gave him face.
He is not a hypocritical person, so he happily accepted this idea.
After picking up Pengpeng, Zhang Zhong and Shen Jian returned to the original box. When the female manager who had been following them came to the door, she said, "Mr. Shen, our general manager wants to see you. I don't know if it is possible."
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Perhaps because she was afraid of Shen Jian's rejection, the female manager added, "The general manager just wants to meet with you and won't waste much of your time."
Since he wanted to see Shen Jian, Zhang Zhong said nothing and carried Pengpeng into the box. Shen Jian thought for a while and said to the female manager, "I only have five minutes."
Hearing Shen Jian's words, the female manager was overjoyed, "Don't worry, it will definitely not take more than five minutes."
After that, she spoke a few words into the intercom, and in less than a minute, a chubby middle-aged man came over holding a notebook.
"Hello, Teacher Shen, I am Lin Ruoshui, the general manager of Hongyun Lai."
Shen Jian looked at his body, his expression a little unnatural, the name Lin Ruoshui was too inappropriate to put on him.
Fortunately, the actors in the sketch were also actors. Shen Jian was very good at showing off and said with a smile, "Hello, I wonder if Manager Lin has anything to do with me?"
Lin Ruoshui opened the book in her hand and said to Shen Jian, "I have always been a fan of Teacher Shen. When I learned that you came to Hongyun for dinner, I asked you to sign your name for me. Teacher Shen, don't worry, my There is no one else’s signature on this book, and there will never be anyone else’s signature in the future.”
This love is really heavy... Shen Jian took the pen and signed his name on the book. Lin Ruoshui looked at the signature and said with a smile, "I won't disturb Teacher Shen and your friends for dinner. You two will be together tonight." If you eat or drink well, just charge it to my account."
After seeing off Lin Ruoshui, Shen Jian returned to the box and saw Zhang Zhong's playful smile.
"It seems that Teacher Shen's name is quite useful in our Jiangyang." Zhang Zhong joked.
Shen Jian waved his hand and said, "False name, false name. Even though they all call me Teacher Shen, Teacher Shen, maybe they all call me Shen Jianren secretly."
"That's because you have done a good job in shaping your character."
"That's what I say, but sometimes when I think about it, I regret it."
Shen Jian's reaction reminded Zhang Zhong of a star on earth. The star was famous for playing Zhu Bajie. Once when the star went to the bank to deposit money, the staff at the counter behaved quite well, but Then he turned to his colleague and shouted, "Look, Zhu Bajie is here." The staff member thought he had turned off the loudspeaker, but he did not expect that everything he said was heard by the star.
Successful character creation is originally a very honorable thing for an actor, but sometimes it can also cause distress.
"Let's not talk about it anymore." Shen Jian shook his head and changed the subject, "Teacher Zhang, did you say that the director's new movie was cast by himself?"
Who is Zhang Zhong? Naturally, he could see Shen Jian's thoughts at a glance and said with a smile, "Why, are you interested?"
Shen Jian was a little embarrassed, "I have some ideas."
As an actor, the pursuit of roles is not a shameful thing, but Shen Jian has no advantage in wanting to participate in Wen Jinjiang's new movie. After all, he is a comedian, and others have too deep a stereotype of him. As soon as his face appears on the TV screen, everyone will laugh at him without making any expression.
Movies like "Ten Little Indian Boys" are so out of place for him.
"You should know that this is the first time I met the literary director. I can't interfere with how he chooses the roles. Even if I become a screenwriter in the future, I will not ask him for the casting rights." Zhang Zhong felt that it was better to keep the ugly words in mind. Go ahead, lest Shen Jian get his hopes up.
Shen Jian nodded, "I know, Teacher Zhang, I'm just asking."