"Song Song, I see that you are not very happy, are you worried about tomorrow's interview? You can rest assured that with your experience today, you can easily pass tomorrow's interview. ”

"Sister Beibei, why don't you tell me what you want to do in the exam. Yan Songsong knew that Qian Beibei was also a member of the art troupe, and she should know some things before she joined the troupe.

"Okay, then I'll talk to you briefly. So Qian Beibei pulled Yan Songsong to sit in the seat, and told her about some precautions after entering the art troupe. After listening to Qian Beibei's story, Yan Songsong knew that the art troupe was really a little different from what he imagined.

It's not just about looking at the glossy surface and going to perform everywhere. They need to pay a lot behind the scenes, and the first three months of joining the group are basically training. In addition to eating, sleeping is training every day.

After three months of training, there will be an assessment, and only after the assessment can the formal training in literature and art be carried out.

At that time, I had to go to a specific art school to attend classes, and then I would study various styles and styles.

Qian Beibei thought that Yan Songsong would retreat after listening to his narration, but he didn't expect this little girl to be a little excited.

"Sister Beibei, you said that if I pass the assessment after I go in, can I be separated from you?"

"This should be fine. If you do pass, I'll apply to us in a room as well. ”

"Okay, it's a deal!"

When Leng Zhuo and Wang Jin entered the door, they saw two little girls, clapping their hands excitedly.

"What are you talking about, so happy. ”

Wang Jin asked Qian Beibei and sat down next to her.

Qian Beibei immediately lifted her up, with a very dragging expression. "You men don't need to know the little secrets between us women. ”

So Wang Jin immediately pulled Qian Beibei aside and asked in a low voice, "Tell me, I decided not to say it." After Wang Jin finished speaking, he reached out and made a zipper movement in front of his mouth.

"Cut, beautiful you, don't say one. When Qian Beibei spoke, he knocked Wang Jin's head with his hand.

Because she knew, she told Wang Jin, Leng Zhuo must have known in less than two seconds.

When Leng Zhuo sat down, he glanced at Yan Songsong with his peripheral vision, and when he saw that her face had returned to normal, he handed the tea to his lips and drank it slowly.

Fortunately, the food was served quickly.

Because Wang Jin and Qian Beibei are not gags here, the atmosphere is also lively.

Leng Zhuo and Wang Jin should be regular customers here, because they are very familiar with each other, and after they sat down in the wooden house, the owner ordered someone to bring in the food, and they were very enthusiastic.

He even exchanged a few words with Leng Zhuo and asked him about some things, such as when he came back, how long he would stay this time, and so on.

While eating, Yan Songsong discovered a strange thing, it turned out that even the plates here were made of wood. Various, carved, free-standing jars with golden roosters, none of them are not made of wood or bamboo.

The stool they sat on, the table was cut in half from a very large tree root, and there was an extra layer in the middle, under which a dozen dishes could be placed. The upper layer can be filled with six or seven dishes. It can still be rotated in the middle.

It seems that this shopkeeper has a skillful hand Lu Ban, otherwise they would not be able to make such a delicate thing.

The tables were made of wood, and even the bowls they used to eat were either made of wood or bamboo.

There are dozens of small houses here, and they are divided into three floors, each of which is made of wood. There was not a single piece of cement, and there was not a single white lime wall to be seen. There is not a single tile on the roof, and the roof is made of thick bamboo sheets, cut and bound one by one, and the inside is inlaid with wooden blocks.

Warm in winter and cool in summer, very environmentally friendly. And they will sit on the second floor, where the bay window is supported by two long bamboo pieces, so that they can enjoy the scenery of the lake at a glance.

In the center of the lake, there is a large green sea-like lotus leaf, and the breeze blows gently, and there seems to be a faint fragrance of lotus in the air. However, it is now approaching the end of summer, and the lotus leaves are basically defeated. The most tempting thing should be the white and tender lotus root about the thickness of an arm in the mud.

Yan Songsong remembers living in the countryside for a while, and his grandfather would go to the pond to dig lotus roots in the summer. Yan Songsong will pester her grandfather to take her out together, and she will have the opportunity to use a small net to catch small tadpoles next to the pond.

Once, because of this, her clothes were wet, and she was so scared that she couldn't do it.

After going back, fortunately, her grandfather covered her up for her, so she was not punished by her grandmother.

At that time, the lotus root left her memories were very good. Later, with Yan Changqing's promotion, she hardly returned to the countryside, and never saw others digging lotus roots again.

On their dinner table today, there are also stir-fried lotus root slices and osmanthus sugar lotus root, which tastes very authentic.

Yan Songsong may be really hungry, and he eats very deliciously.

As she ate, she thought, no wonder Leng Zhuo would bring them here to eat, the taste here is really good.

This plate of stir-fried lotus root slices obviously does not have sugar in it, but it can taste a faint sweet taste between the lips and teeth. It comes from the sweetness of the lotus root itself, as well as the crispness and aroma of the lotus root slices.

Yan Songsong felt that today's trip was not in vain.

During the meal, most of them were Qian Beibei and Yan Songsong talking, and Wang Jin and Leng Zhuo were talking.

Generally, after a dish is served, Qian Beibei will volunteer to help Yan Songsong introduce it.

Compared with Qian Beibei, that Jinlan is much more difficult to get along with.

Thinking of Jinlan, Yan Songsong couldn't help but glance at Leng Zhuo.

I don't know if he's watching himself eat in front of him, or what's wrong. In short, when Yan Songsong looked at him, he happened to meet his burning gaze.

Frightened, she quickly lowered her head and continued to fight with the lotus root in the bowl.

Yan Songsong thought that the dishes served so far were already very delicious. didn't expect that Qian Beibei really didn't exaggerate at all.

That pot of steamed white fish is really delicious, and I can't wait to bite your tongue off.

To put it mildly, it's this dish, a delicacy that won't give up even if you slap you.

Steamed white fish is a local specialty of this fisherman's mountain resort, and I heard that many people come here to visit it. Some even need to be booked in advance to be served at the dinner table.

There is only about 1,000 catties of production per year, and after that season, if you want to eat the most delicious white fish, you can only wait for the next year.

They usually have two peak fishing seasons in a year. One is the end of summer in the first half of the year. It was around this time that the white fish was at its fattest. There is also a season is winter, when the New Year is approaching, it is also a good time to fish, at this time, the fish has a lot of dart fat seeds, and diners who like to eat fish roe, some of them start to book about half a month before fishing.

Therefore, no matter what time it is, there is no shortage of foodies, and there will never be a shortage of rich people.