(There will be vague names of certain artists in this chapter, please don't panic, if there are similar names in reality, it is not a coincidence.) Also, the appearance of these names does not have any positive or negative meanings, just to add interest to the story, please do not read too much into it. ）

October 2 at 6 p.m.

Tomokazu Yamamoto arrived at Yard Restaurant on time.

Meng Zuo and Ai Qiqi immediately got up, and their eyes were as eager as seeing their relatives who had been separated for seven or eight years.

As soon as Meng Zuo came up, he bowed ninety degrees to Tomokazu Yamamoto according to the etiquette he had learned from the Internet, accompanied by a loud and clear ......

"こんにちは (Hello)!"

Ai Qiqi in the back also said this sentence in unison, but it was not as good as Meng Zuo's standard.

This wave of Meng Zuo's movements practiced no less than a hundred times at home was like a Chinese seeing a foreigner wearing a Hanfu and shaking a fan to walk the small broken steps of the ancient monarch and courtier.

The etiquette is correct, and the learning is quite similar, and the pronunciation is also very standard.

Merely...... It's outdated!

“こんにちは。 Tomokazu Yamamoto saw that the two of them couldn't bow, so he quickly bowed and returned the salute.

Meng Zuo stood up contentedly, spoke fluently Japanese, and talked to Tomokazu Yamamoto, and proudly raised an eyebrow at Aiqiqi.

Aiqiqi didn't know a few words of Japanese, and she couldn't talk, she was puzzled.

When did Meng Zuo's grandson learn Japanese again?

How can he do anything?

After the four of them were seated, the waiter stepped forward at the right time.

Green butter, olive oil and Italian vinegar are served by the waiter, and four croissants are served for dessert.

"Please take your time. ”

Unlike Chinese cuisine, this kind of French restaurant always serves one dish at a time, and the amount of dishes served each time is not much, and it takes several hours to eat a meal.

Meng Zuo would definitely not let go of this opportunity to show off his language, and immediately clasped his hands together in front of everyone, bowed slightly, and his voice was like thunder.

"いただきます (I started)!"

"Forehead......" Tomokazu Yamamoto's face was full of embarrassment, and he lowered his voice and said something to Meng Zuo.

"Mr. Mengzuo, I appreciate your standard Japanese, but you don't have to speak Japanese to me, I know Chinese. ”

Mr. Yamamoto loved the Chinese language when he was not in China, and hired a special Chinese language expert to teach him one-on-one, not to mention that he has been coming to the mainland of China for more than a year, and he can talk to all kinds of Chinese every day, listen to all kinds of dialects, although he speaks Chinese with a slight so-called foreigner accent, a little rigid and stiff, but it is still very easy to speak with Meng Zuo, a person with extremely standard Mandarin.

Meng Zuo: "(⊙ˍ⊙) ......"

How so?

It wasn't quite what he had imagined.

Under his expectations, Mr. Yamamoto would show a look of great surprise at his standard Japanese pronunciation, and then began to appreciate himself, making a good first impression in front of Tomokazu Yamamoto.

Outcome......

He actually knows Chinese?

So what does he want that translator for?

Meng Zuo looked at the male assistant next to Yamamoto, his face full of doubts.

Tomokazu Yamamoto understood what he meant, and immediately responded: "This is my assistant, he is Chinese, called Kris, you can call him Xiao Wu." He was my agent and my translator, but since I could speak Chinese, I didn't need to bother him. ”

As he spoke, Yamamoto smiled kindly at Xiao Wu.

Kris.Wu？

A Chinese, do you have a foreign name to show foreign style?

Moreover, why is the agent of a Japanese developing in Europe and the United States Chinese?

Meng Zuo's little head had a lot of big question marks.

However, he remembered Akiki's advice and smiled and nodded in understanding.

In order to make it look like he's seen the world, he wouldn't ask these strange and irrelevant questions.

"Ah! Yamamoto-kun's Chinese, big dripping stick!" Meng Zuo gave a thumbs up, praised Yamamoto Tomokazu in a completely unChinese tone, and then unceremoniously picked up a piece of croissant, dipped it in vinegar and green butter, and ate half of it in one gulp.

Tomokazu Yamamoto: "......"

Ai Qiqi on the side heard Meng Zuo speak like this, she was so frightened that she didn't dare to move, seeing Meng Zuo like this, she was furious, and she didn't dare to attack, so she secretly reached out and pinched a small piece of meat on Meng Zuo's waist.

"Shhh

Some people will ask, doesn't Meng Zuo have a golden bell jar? Why can't he stand being pinched by a little woman like Aiqiqi?

The golden bell jar is indeed invulnerable, but no matter how powerful this lower three-way attack is, the body can't stand it.

The so-called indiscriminate punching to kill the master, no matter how high the kung fu is, he is afraid of yin tricks.

"What's wrong?Meng Zuojun, is the dish unappetizing?" Tomokazu Yamamoto quickly asked with concern when he saw Meng Zuo's strange movements.

It's true that Meng Zuo and Ai Qiqi are nervous, and Yamamoto-kun is also nervous.

He came with a mission, and if he couldn't complete the task, his "Huagai Yun" didn't know when he would commit it, and he would hit the nail.

In the eyes of his Yamamoto Jun, Meng Zuo is a hermit master with super martial arts, and he hides in the world in the spirit of dedication to the people and goes to be a star to entertain the public.

High wind and bright festival, quiet and far-reaching.

In the earthly world, but there is no noise of cars and horses.

That's why Yamamoto-kun treated him with such a high-end restaurant and handwritten invitations.

He thought that Meng Zuo was a master, and it took a certain amount of money to invite him out of the mountain, and even the deposit was ready, so he put it in the assistant's bag, 100,000 yuan in cash.

Therefore, Meng Zuo's every move touched his heart.

I am afraid that if I accidentally offend Meng Zuo, my future may also be affected.

Meng Zuo was overjoyed.

"It's okay, it's okay, this pre-dinner dessert is very much to my liking. Meng Zuo replied as he pulled Aiqiqi's hand away.

is obviously a guest invited by a world-class director, but he still has to ask himself if he fits, don't you understand that he has a good impression of himself?

It seems that today's talk is about to be completed!

Meng Zuo didn't know if he didn't understand what kind of excellence he was, he was discovered by Tomokazu Yamamoto, and he never forgot it, and he came all the way to find him.

But......

Whatever?

People have come to the door, how can there be a reason not to welcome guests?

Meng Zuo felt flattered.

"Yamamoto-kun, you can eat too. Meng Zuo found that no one else had touched the bread on the table except himself, and was a little embarrassed, so he hurriedly urged Tomokazu Yamamoto, "And that Kris...... Xiao Wu, you're welcome, you can eat too. ”

"Okay!" Tomoto Yamamoto and Xiao Wu also picked up a piece of bread.

At this moment, Aqiqi's mind suddenly went haywire.

She had kind of forgotten who had invited whom to the feast.

Shouldn't Tomokazu Yamamoto be the host?

Why does it seem that Meng Zuo is anti-guest-oriented?

What kind of banana mallet?

The outside world claims that Tomokazu Yamamoto takes movies very seriously, so he is very strict in choosing roles before making a movie every time, but this scene in front of him is ......

If it weren't for the fact that Aikiki had seen countless photos of Mr. Yamamoto in the past two days, and even dreamed of chatting with Mr. Yamamoto (although she didn't know Japanese and didn't know Tomokazu Yamamoto knew Chinese, there was everything in the so-called dream. She really doubted that this Yamamoto-kun was a fake.

It's not strict at all!

On the contrary, it is Meng Zuo, who has a feeling that I am in charge of my territory.

Look at him!

How arrogant!

Even Erlang's legs are cocked.

"Meng Zuojun ......"

Tomokazu Yamamoto called tentatively.

"It's okay, it's okay, leave me alone, eat yours first!" Meng Zuo was gobbling up, picking up the last piece of bread on the plate, dipping it in all the remaining olive oil and Italian vinegar, and smearing some butter on it, and swallowing it in one gulp.

"Oooh......"

Yamamoto echoed under Akiki's shocked gaze, then lowered his head to wonder if he needed to emulate Meng Zuo's hungry wolf eating method to destroy the few pieces of bread in front of him.

He even recognized Meng Zuo as an unborn master, and in his impression, ordinary artists would only be submissive in front of him, and those who were really confident would be informal.

Meng Zuo is the one who is informal.

Confidence, big drops!

And Aiqiqi, who was sitting next to Meng Zuo, took a bite of the croissant stiffly and chewed it mechanically.

She has chosen to stop thinking.

Oh my!

Am I dreaming?

It must be a dream.

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