Luo Wei raised his eyebrows. This kid is quite good at flirting, and he has a taste!

"Director Luo, do you also like "Gillian and A Qiang"?"

Luo Wei raised her head and saw that it was Han Wu. After filming for more than a month, one of them was the director and the other was the male lead. She had already become familiar with her and could not be more familiar with her.

In Luo Wei's opinion, Han Wu is still a good person, but unfortunately his background is there and it is not suitable for close friends.

At this moment, he clicked happily: "It's quite interesting to write."

Han Wu immediately said: "Then how about you film this novel for your next film? I'll play Aqiang!"

Luo Wei: "Ah?"

Han Wu had already continued to say: "The heroine, please invite Song from your Pei Actor Training Class to act! I think you are okay as a director, but it is better to be familiar with it than to be a raw person!"

Luo Wei: "..."

Thank you!

But he really doesn't want to cooperate anymore!

Seeing through Luo Wei's thoughts, Han Wu said seriously: "Dr. Luo, don't worry! If Song was the heroine, I would definitely not have acted like this!"

His eyes were firm and clear, just like the male lead in a classic romance film.

In an instant, Luo Wei was quite moved by his proposal.

Luo Wei finally said rationally: "Let's talk about it after filming "One Thousand and One Nights"!"

Han Wu nodded: "Okay, then I'll go find this Mr. Hongchen Yixiao first and buy the copyright first."

...

Song Huanxi, who was reading the newspaper, suddenly felt a strange itch. She quickly turned her head, pulled out her handkerchief, covered her mouth and nose, sneezed, and sniffed again. She felt nothing was wrong, so she picked up the newspaper again and continued to read:

"When Hearing his words, He Jiao laughed: 'Why don't you just say that I am the sun during the day and the moon at night, and I will shine on you 24 hours a day!'

Aqiang thought carefully and nodded, "It's OK, I have no objection."

He Jiao smiled again so hard that she leaned back and forth.

A Qiang's face turned back his thoughts slightly red, and he recited this English seriously. At the same time, he silently translated this English into Chinese in his heart: May you be warm in the winters, may you not be cold in spring-

This is what he wants to say to He Jiao.

She deserves all the beauty in the world.

Perhaps because of his special care, he became more and more proficient in writing, and soon he wrote down the whole paragraph.

He relaxed, subconsciously stretched, and when he looked up, he found that there was a bowl of wine-making meatballs on the table, and the golden osmanthus flowers floated in the wine-making, which was very beautiful.

I knew that my mother was not sleeping and was worried that he would be hungry. She cooked this bowl of sweet and fragrant wine-making meatballs in the kitchen. Seeing that he was concentrating on studying, she did not ask him to put down the wine-making meatballs quietly and went to rest by herself.

Aqiang picked up the wine-making meatballs, scooped a full spoonful and put them into his mouth. It was just warm and warm, with the aroma of osmanthus wine. The meatballs were glutinous and bubbly. When they were eaten in their stomachs, their whole stomach was warm.

He laughed, What a happy day!"

Song Huanxi is already used to it. When he read the daily serialization of "Gillian and A Qiang", the old customers of the wonton shop will remain silent for a moment.

Today is no exception.

She put down the newspaper, and the room was still quiet.

Until A Shui Bo's voice was filled with emotion: "The smile on the world is so well written! I came out to work at the age of thirteen and haven't returned to my hometown for many years. But just now, I actually remembered my mother, and she would secretly roast eggs for me to eat!"

As he said that, Ah Shui Bo's voice choked up.

His friend Nan Bo was confused when he saw the guests and took the initiative to explain to him: "Ashui came out to work because his mother was gone and his father married another stepmother and could not stay at home."

Everyone suddenly realized and sighed again, comforting A Shui Bo: "You are so happy now! Zaizai is so filial, and she will give you some money for refreshments!"

A Shui Bo burst into tears and smiled, turned his head and shouted to Boss Chi, "Come on a bowl of osmanthus wine-making meatballs! You need a big bowl!"

The other guests were stunned, and then cursed inwardly, and they also wanted to start wine-making meatballs!

However, there are not many people ordering this thing on weekdays, so Boss Chi didn't prepare too many goods. He poked his head out with a embarrassed look and said, "There are not so many meatballs. If it is not evenly enough, how about a small bowl for each person?"

The old guests were so familiar with each other that they could not be familiar with each other. They looked at each other after hearing this and agreed in compromise.

A Shui Bo smiled and said, "I actually don't like eating sweet things very much. It's all because Hongchen's smile is so tempting that it has hooked out my greed."

Nan Bo nodded repeatedly: "That's it! There is also the snack stall at the entrance of the Kowloon Theater last time. By the way, it's the stall at Ah Huan's house. I bought some snacks and went back. After the grandson finished eating, he quarreled and asked for it!"

He looked at Song Huanxi and asked with a kind look: "A Huan, I'll queue up early next time. Can you give me more?"

Nan Bo laughed awkwardly and explained: "If you buy too little, the child will not be enough for food for one person. Seeing that we are so greedy, everyone in the family wants to taste it!"

Song Huanxi laughed: "We didn't expect there would be so many people. We will prepare more this week, don't worry!"

Now when the second child talks about making money, he is full of energy and doesn't need her to encourage him.

While speaking, Boss Chi had already cooked the wine-wine meatballs, but the wonton shop was full of noodles bowls, not too small bowls, and delivered to the guest table. The shallow layer of meatballs only occupied the bottom of the bowl, which looked very pitiful.

The old guests frowned and were about to express their dissatisfaction, but Boss Chi smiled and said, "Don't think it's too little, just evenly, just one person has to do this."

After pausing, he smiled and said, "It's better to do this. Today, I will treat this bowl of wine-making meatballs as my invitation. Thank you for your long-term support to Chiji Wonton Store!"

Free is always the best, and no matter how picky the customer is, you can't say anything bad.

At that moment, the guests bowed their heads and started eating meatballs.

Ah Shui Bo ate the fastest and cursed: "When I smiled at the world, I don't know who it is. When I write something, I will make it one by one, so that we can always follow the trend and eat it!"

Nanbo laughed: "I think this is great. I really feel that Gillian Aqiang is living by our side!"

A Shui Bo nodded repeatedly. Among all the popular novels serialized in the newspaper, this is the only one "Gillian and A Qiang", which makes people often empathize.

Song Huanxi quietly stuck out his tongue. Today, the wine-making meatballs were in a big fire. She didn't mean to write it casually. Who knew that it had actually hooked up the guests' greed!

At the same time, at the family dinner of the Guo family, Guo San Uncle called a servant and ordered: "Give me a bowl of wine-making meatballs, and add osmanthus sauce!"
Chapter completed!