Mrs. Zhang couldn't understand her son.
Especially on the way, she hugged the script that her son had finished writing last night, and her face was distorted.
[When he served this plate of crystal clear braised pork knuckle, the wealthy wives at the whole table fell silent.
Their eyes were all attracted by this home-cooked dish.
They were obviously tired of delicacies from mountains and seas, but they usually didn't want to take a second look at this common dish.
But today they couldn't take their eyes off it.
What a great color it is!
It reminded them of the new limited-edition lipstick of D family, just like the honey temptation that makes men fascinated!
They didn't even dare to pick up the chopsticks and destroy the skin of the entire elbow.
Because it's so pretty.]
"Son," Mrs. Zhang waited for Zhang Leyue to sit still, and she said, "You have been writing the script for three or four months, right? Has this ever been sold?"
Mrs. Chang could hardly continue reading.
Her embarrassment was almost eliminated by her son's words.
If this can be sold, she really wonders if the person who paid the money is not logical.
She had never heard of any wife who dared not use chopsticks to eat an elbow.
Seeing a piece of braised pork is more exciting than seeing a decoration carved from a whole piece of red treasure.
I'm afraid it's because he has never seen the world, and he just came back from time travel in the 1950s and 1960s
"Are you sure this is a gourmet script? Not a script for a lipstick advertisement?"
Mrs. Zhang was very confused.
To be serious, she was afraid of hurting her son's confidence.
"Are you sure they didn't dare to move their chopsticks because they were afraid of taking a bite and wiped off their lipstick?"
The corner of Zhang Leyue's mouth twitched, "Mom, where's your appreciation?"
Mrs. Zhang gasped.
She now feels that her husband is right. In a few years, if her son fails to write a script, he will probably come back and inherit the billions of dollars.
They just have to wait.
"Keep reading." Zhang Leyue clicked on the next page for her, "This is just the beginning."
Mrs. Zhang was a little embarrassed, but after all, it was written by her son who stayed up all night, and it seemed to be better than elementary school students' compositions.
She gritted her teeth, lowered her head and read again.
But after reading two or three lines, she was a little overwhelmed.
"Son, your mother often takes you to various family gatherings. Although our Zhang family is a little behind the Li family, it's not a big difference.
Since you were a child, which mother has you seen eat like this? "
She pointed.
[Among them, the wealthy wife who is the leader is graceful and luxurious, and the bracelet on her hand is an ice jadeite, a beloved item that she just got from an auction.
But at this moment, she couldn't care less, picked up the spoon and hurriedly stretched it towards the elbow of the plate, with a ding, the ice jadeite hit the small bowl.
But she didn't feel bad at all. Instead, she took a spoonful of sauce and poured it on the white rice.
She was not willing to destroy the integrity of the elbow meat and the smooth color of this art, so she ate the sauce bibimbap.
Mix a few spoonfuls of the sauce, and after one bite, she let out an ah, covered the corner of her mouth, and tears rolled down her elegant face...]
Mrs. Zhang couldn't say a word, and even touched the jade bracelet on her hand with a look of panic.
"Son, is this written by me?"
A while ago, she did win a top-quality ice seed from the auction, and even got a master craftsman to make it into a safety bracelet.
As she spoke, she felt her old face turn red, wishing she could take off the bracelet on the spot.
As a result, Zhang Leyue scratched her head in embarrassment.
"Yeah, isn't art derived from life?"
Mrs. Zhang was dumbfounded, and when she looked at the ice jadeite, she found it extremely tacky.
But she glanced at the text again and felt that the three views were completely lost.
"Your mother, I can't bear to eat meat, so I use soy sauce to mix rice, and I shed tears?"
Zhang Leyue's eyes lit up, "Is the emotion rendered well?"
Mrs. Zhang almost cried out of anger.
Why was she blindfolded back then and agreed to her son as a screenwriter
"Son, my eyes hurt, and I suddenly can't read."
"..."
The bus flew, and the scenery of the roads on both sides retreated rapidly.
Except for Zhang's mother and son 'discussing' the script, other people are also in groups of three or five. Some bring girlfriends, wives and children, and some play cards together when they are single.
Because we were rushing for lunch, we didn't dare to eat more snacks along the way.
The atmosphere in the whole car was very harmonious, most of the people were looking forward to it, and some "family members" had never tasted Ye Susu's handicraft, and it was more of a novelty.
The number of people on the bus is not complete, and some people asked for the address and drove there.
But the advantage of group travel is that it is lively all the way and you can talk to each other.
"I haven't seen the proprietress for a long time, I miss her."
"She's so cute. I haven't seen her for many days. I don't think other up masters are very popular."
"Actually, when the proprietress asked us what we wanted to eat, the first thing I thought of was the recipe I had when I first entered Miaomiao Restaurant. Li Duo, do you remember what it was?"
"certainly!"
The elders began to recall.
The closer to the destination, the more heated the discussions surrounding the proprietress.
Mrs. Zhang in the front seat also pricked up her ears and listened for a while, then her interest faded.
The proprietress, it's not a handsome guy who is in charge, she has no interest.
[Mother Li, I'm not going to the tea party today, I'm going to have a meal with my son.]
After she finished posting, she felt that her son's words had poisoned her. She had to wash her eyes, so she leaned on the back of the car and opened the software of Evergrande's live broadcast.
"See that kid again?"
"Well, yes, cuter than you."
"Let me also see what the second uncle's son of the Li family looks like."
Zhang Leyue likes to follow Fourth Young Master Li, and as time goes on, the address follows him.
But Mrs. Zhang was a little lonely when she heard the words, "I can't see it on the live broadcast, hey, this kid doesn't show his face, and he hasn't broadcast live very much these two days, so I don't know what's going on. Only the mother of the Li family has seen this kid. She whispered to me that she looks very delicate."
Her face was full of desire to 'see each other'.
Zhang Leyue couldn't understand, but she didn't spoil her mother's interest, "I don't know, you will see me someday."
After he finished speaking, he took his notebook and continued to polish the plot of the script behind him.
But before writing two or three sentences, the bus stopped.
"Here we are, Mr. Zhang."
When everyone arrived at the place, they saw a restaurant with at least 100 square meters in front of them, and there was a sign hanging on it.
Without a business license, it is still not in compliance with the regulations to gather a crowd for dinner.
So in the end, Li Yinchen found a store that he didn't have time to sell.
"Yeah, there is also a small blackboard today."
"I wrote a lot of words, the proprietress is particular about it!"
Everyone was in a happy mood and had fun watching everything.
But after reading the two lines on the blackboard, I couldn't laugh anymore.
[Today's group meal: 100 yuan per person.
Please scan the QR code to pay before entering the store.
After the meal, those who are willing to wash the dishes can enjoy a 10% discount.]
No matter where the proprietress moves, her style is still hot.
Mrs. Zhang still wanted to express her opinion on the dishwashing, but Zhang Leyue, who had already finished scanning the code first, hooked her shoulders and led her in.
As he walked, he shouted.
"Miss Boss, here we come."
"It's over, there are two people on my side."
A group meal is a table where everyone eats together.
After the two of them sat down, other people also took their seats. There were 39 people, excluding those who had not arrived by car, the four tables were really not full.
Many people are seated according to family or familiarity with previous diners.
For example, the trio spontaneously approached Zhang Leyue and shared a table with him.
Zhang Leyue is also used to it, and just patted the empty seat next to her, "Leave one for my elder brother, and you can do whatever else you want."
Mrs. Zhang turned her head in doubt, "Is it Yin Chen's child?"
"That's right, he can't leave the construction site to move bricks, so he has to wait for his lunch break to come back."
Li Duo felt sympathetic as soon as he heard it, "Is this still in time for dinner?"
"Hey, I heard that they were transferred to the construction site here overnight, so come here for half an hour."
When Zhang Leyue said it, Mrs. Zhang was a little surprised.
However, before she had time to ask carefully, she heard a slightly familiar pretty voice.
"Is everyone here?"
Ye Susu is here.
She wore a pink cat apron and walked out of the back kitchen.
"Long time no see~"
All of a sudden, the restaurant was filled with the whistles of bachelors' hunger and thirst.
Mrs. Zhang frowned.
But she turned around, sat sideways, and looked suspiciously at Ye Susu who had walked between the two tables.
This glance made her hands tremble just as she picked up the water glass to wash it.
"Mom, what?"
Zhang Leyue noticed.
Mrs. Zhang was a little short of breath and her heartbeat was a little fast, but she still held back and shook her head, "It's nothing."
Ye Susu smiled and greeted the regular customers at each table.
Although she has been lazy in the past, she remembers clearly after meeting many people.
"Brother, you don't like spicy food."
"Li Duo, don't be spicy."
She also confirmed the remembered tastes with everyone one by one.
Everyone who was pointed was excited.
The proprietress still remembers them!
The proprietress is still so cute!
"Xiao Zhang, long time no see, it's still today's set meal."
Ye Susu soon noticed Zhang Leyue and made a joke with a smile.
Zhang Leyue also grinned, and the feeling of suffocation from working illegally for the proprietress just now disappeared.
But just as he was about to reply, his mother squeezed his arm heavily.
"Hiss... Mom?"
Mrs. Zhang's voice trembled a little, "Son, does this store, does this store still have Huoyanshan kebabs?"
She studied in the music department in her early years, and her listening has always been accurate.
The uncle in the live broadcast is Li Jun.
The grandma in the live broadcast is Xu Yuan.
This is what she heard!
Today, the voice of the proprietress, Mrs. Zhang heard more and more wrong.
Isn't this the voice of Baoma in the live broadcast room!
Mrs. Zhang's hands are shaking, really shaking.
What did my son say just now, maybe I will meet that child someday
Mrs. Zhang suddenly turned her head and looked around the store.
This is really met!
"Auntie, yes, I have sold mutton skewers." Ye Susu smiled, "But there is no such dish today."
While speaking, a small figure ran to Ye Susu's side with quick steps, grabbed her clothes, and whispered to her.
"Mommy, grandma said you should come back to the kitchen quickly, if it's too late to cook..."
Mrs. Zhang pricked up her ears, hearing clearly.
She suddenly let out an ah, and helplessly covered her mouth with the hand wearing the ice jade.
The sockets of her eyes couldn't stop getting hot.
Cubs!
After Xu Yuan, she also saw a real person!
This little kid, really kid... She was so excited that she wanted to cry!
Zhang Leyue hadn't noticed the relationship between the child and Ye Susu, but when he turned his head, he saw his mother's loss of composure, and he almost lost his voice.
Zhang Leyue immediately looked around and lowered her voice.
"Mom, what's going on? Why are you crying before you eat your elbow?"
Just like that, are you still laughing at the quality of his script? !
The author has something to say: Mrs. Zhang: Met a little idol~