"Boss Qiu, don't you know that the ancestor of the Liao family was indeed from Jincheng, Xichuan. The dragon clap hand made by the people is also a great place in the local area. During the Qing Dynasty, Yu Lu, a white banner of Manzheng, took office as the governor of Xichuan. After eating the dragon clap hand made by his family in Jincheng, he fell in love with it and could not leave it for a day. Later, Yu Lu returned to Beijing to serve and brought the ancestor of the Liao family to Beijing and sponsored him to open such a store. In short, it was just a century-old store."

Mi Lingxue explained that he was shaking his head, as if he was talking about his ancestors. Well, it should be said that his ancestor was Yulu, and then he boasted about this interesting story with interest. His words were a bit complacent, and he looked like those who had been rich in his ancestors.

"Is this Yulu an ancestor of the noble mansion?" Qiu Haowen asked hesitantly.

"Bullshit, his authentic Hanzhong native was calculated until Professor Mi defected to Yan'an at the age of fifteen. How could he have something to do with the hardcore crops of the previous dynasty? But he thought, he always said that his mother had the blood of the Red Flag and was the same as Lao She." Liu Zhimin unceremoniously revealed her old background.

"That's right, my grandfather has been with his relatives to help local merchants and horse racing teams travel to Hanzhong, Chang'an and Jincheng. When he was fifteen, he was robbed of all his goods and went back to death. So he followed his relatives to Yan'an. My grandfather said that he had eaten Longchao hand several times in Jincheng and thought it was the most delicious thing in the world. Later, after eating in Beijing, I didn't know how many restaurants I ate, but I still thought it was authentic."

While explaining, Mi Lingxue pushed open the door and led the group in. "The broken matter of Zhenghongqi is just a joke. It was all Dangui's grandson who used the words to squeeze me out."

The doors and windows block the heat wave outside, and the two fans were separated in different corners, blowing the wind in the bottom, bringing a little coolness and making it even more stuffy.

There were five or six tables inside, and the tabletop was as greasy as the store. Scratched with a knife and cooked a few dishes. Seven or eight people sat together with a free expression, looking indifferent. In their hearts, this was proof of the store's sufficient ingredients.

One of the old men should be in his sixties or seventies, with long hair than ears, thick white and white. His face was slightly black, but very vigorous. He was wearing a yellowed white vest and holding a bowl of Long Zhuan's hands. He was eating with sweat. He raised his head, watched Mi Lingxue and his group come in, and pointed to the seat opposite him.

The four of them sat down and greeted each other. Liu Zhimin introduced: "This is Qiu Haowen, this is Deng Lingfei."

Professor Mi nodded to Deng Lingfei, stared at Qiu Haowen for a while, and then sang: "This family's Long Chain Hand is good, you can eat it."

Liu Zhimin shouted: "Boss, let's have four bowls of red oil dragon. Professor Mi, do you want another bowl?"

"No need, I'm older and have poor stomach and can't eat that much." Professor Mi waved his hand and put down the sea bowl bigger than his head.

After eating Long Zhuanshou with a sound of whimpering, the four strong guys wiped the sweat from their foreheads and necks with their hands. Liu Zhimin called out: "Boss, do you have any tissue?"

Professor Mi smiled and said, "Paper towels? Nowadays, many ordinary people are used to applying paper to their butts and mouths. They are not yet at that point. If you call me again, the boss will at most send you a stack of newspapers."

After saying that, he took out a handkerchief from his pants pocket and slowly wiped the sweat on his face. Liu Zhimin was about to speak when the phone ringed. The ringtone echoed in a small shop, and in broad daylight it sounded strangely in some remote place at midnight, and everyone's eyes turned toward him.

Liu Zhimin subconsciously took out his big brother, Motorola 3200, but found that it was not his phone ringing. Qiu Haowen took out his Motorola 8900 without panic and opened the flip cover casually.

"Hello, where is it? Oh, it's Big Head Brother, what's the matter?"

Under the gaze of the whole village, Qiu Haowen finished the phone call and turned around and saw everyone staring at this side, especially Mi Lingxue. His eyes were staring at the cell phone in his hand, and his eyes were about to pop out.

Liu Zhimin has long been used to it. Where Qiu Haowen is there, it is difficult and dangerous to pretend to be a comparison, but he is stolen by the boy.

Putting away your phone, Qiu Haowen said embarrassedly: "Sorry, everyone continue..."

"Sir? Why do you want to enter the film and television industry?" Professor Mi stretched out his head slightly and asked Qiu Hao.

"Professor Mi, you're wrong. It's this person. My buddy wants to enter the film and television industry and become a director, so I've asked you to go to your school." Liu Zhimin pointed at Deng Lingfei and explained.

"That's right, it's right." Professor Mi waved his hand with a smile, twisted out a toothpick in mystery, picked his teeth for a while, and then rinsed his mouth with tea.

"On the surface, you guy is going to enter the film and television industry, but the person behind it is your brother. Qiu Haowen. I have heard of your name." Professor Mi took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands. "He is doing well in the territory of the Mold Country. Even Hollywood is buried by you. It's amazing, it's amazing! He has been a young man since ancient times."

Qiu Haowen sat there, letting Professor Mi praise him, indifferently looking like the person being praised was a passerby who had just walked past the door of the store.

After Professor Mi praised it, he saw that Qiu Haowen had no reaction at all. He picked up the cup and drank a few sips of water, and shouted, "Boss, add water to it, I'm so thirsty."

Staring at Qiu Hao for a while, Professor Mi lowered his head, turned the teacup in his hand, and said quietly: "Zhang Xuemin is my student, and I brought it out after graduation. He wants to greet me every year, and even if he is not in the capital, he still has to make a phone call."

Liu Zhimin and Deng Lingfei looked at each other and were guessing who this person was. Mi Lingxue couldn't help it.

"Grandpa, who is this Zhang Xuemin?"

"A student, now I have a English name called David Zhang, who is the deputy director of "Jurassic Park", "Life and Death", and "Forrest Gump".

"Damn! There are such amazing people in China?" Mi Lingxue asked in surprise and joy. These are Hollywood blockbusters, and there is a Chinese who is an associate director in it, and he is also a student of his grandfather. But he soon realized something, turned to Qiu Haowen, and glanced at Professor Mi.

"Professor Mi, tell me what you want. If I can do it, I will do it." Qiu Haowen finally spoke.

"Your golden mouth is really hard to open. I have been thinking about it. You have buried nails in Hollywood, and it is impossible for you to not bury them in China. Finally, when Daliutuan sent a message, my heart fell. I had no requirement for it, but Mr. Qiu took care of his grandson in the past in the future."

"Professor Mi is a master in the film and television industry, so I need to take care of him?" Qiu Haowen said with a faint smile.
Chapter completed!