"We eat takeaway every other day. When have we eaten this mahogany lunch box?"
"Director Xu treats guests, but it's not necessarily a big deal."
Senior Brother Shen shook his head, only thinking that Su Po was really mistaken - a man with thick nerves can't capture more details.
What he saw, he said with a smile: "Looking at Miss Xu frowning, did we eat dog food?"
Supo also looked in the direction of Qingcheng, and saw that she was sitting on a bench eating slowly. He took another look at the meal in his hand. Before eating it, he didn't expect it to taste so good. He thought it was just an ordinary lunch that he brought with him.
He took out his mobile phone and swiped, and asked, "I'm ordering some after-dinner snacks. Is there anything you want to eat?"
Shen Jiajue said, "I can eat anything."
"I'll order more, let's eat together."
After the meal, Qingcheng received desserts and freshly squeezed juice from someone, saying that it was Supo's invitation. She happened to want something sweet, and the meal just now was a little salty to her.
Qingcheng has always known that opera actors are very hard to practice. Although now they won't be beaten like the little man in the movie "Farewell My Concubine", but suffering is definitely indispensable. But knowing it is different from seeing it with my own eyes. I grind an action back and forth dozens of times, and repeat a word before and after dozens of times, just to find the best point. That kind of fatigue builds up little by little, but when the audience is about to collapse, the actors have to start all over again.
Because the teacher of Xiaosheng was mainly here this afternoon, Su Po had to keep practicing when others were still resting. Qingcheng stared at him for an afternoon, dazed. In the room with the air conditioner on, the training suit can still be soaked with sweat...
When he got off work, Uncle Xu looked at his niece and asked with a smile, "I just watched you very focused, are you interested?"
"Well, kind of."
"Just like it. I was worried that if you don't like it at all, it will be a little harder to work later, and you won't be happy." When the two approached the car, Director Xu asked again, "You don't have a driver's license yet. Did you pass the test?"
"The test is out." But he didn't dare to open it. Speaking of this driver's license, Green Orange's written test only took one day to read the materials and got full marks, but he barely passed the road test three times.
She said dejectedly: "The coach of the driving school sincerely suggested to me that I should keep my driver's license at home as a decoration, and stop playing its role, so as not to cause a lot of side effects when I get it."
Uncle Xu laughed when he heard it.
After that, Qingcheng was about to get in the car, but was pulled by the junior brother who had been close to her before. She now remembered the young man's name, called Lin Yi.
Lin Yi handed her a plain white cloth bag with an expression like "I seem to know something incredible" and said, "Brother Su asked me to give it to you."
"What?" Looking inside, it was his own lunch box.
"Brother Su said it has been washed."
"Oh, thanks… "
"Then I'm leaving." He said and ran away.
As soon as she got in the car, Uncle Xu asked, "Brother Su? Is it Su Po? Did he give you something?"
It's not sending, it's still...
How to say this
However, Uncle Xu has already thought about it: "Supo won't be chasing you, orange?"
"no!"
When she got home, Qingcheng took the box to the kitchen, opened it, and found a letter inside.
She opened the envelope nervously, and there were two red-colored banknotes lying inside.
"… "
What do you mean?
Is it a thank you fee?
Or is it a thank you fee plus another one tomorrow? There are two after all.