The streets of the city are full of quaint alleys. The courtyard house with a strong Chinese style, and the large locust trees that grow luxuriantly in the courtyard know that summer is screaming. Han Qingwei didn't know how to get here, and there was no role for her today, so she just came out casually.

Unintentionally kicked the pebbles on the side of the road, thinking about the bottlenecks encountered in filming in the past two days, and felt bored. In the circle, there are no friends who can talk to anything except ST, and the agent doesn't work.

Han Qingwei almost looked up to the sky and roared, God, please give me a great god.

I didn't know where to go, Han Qingwei touched her stomach, as if she was hungry.

After coming to China for so long, Han Qingwei has never eaten Chinese food. Generally, her life events are solved in the form of instant noodles. When she was a child, she didn't know how her Chinese family raised her, and she was very mouthful, and ordinary things couldn't enter her mouth. She can taste the slightest bit of the wrong taste, and then eat it tastelessly.

However, she wondered why instant noodles were so in her eyes.

I saw a small dumpling restaurant on the side of the road, the bright red sign was very conspicuous in the gray bricks and tiles around it, and a string of festive lanterns hung by the door. There are also two big blessing characters posted on the door, which is very pleasing.

There are a few big words written on the signboard

Pushing open the door and walking in, because it was already past the meal, there was not a single customer in the house, well, not even a waiter. I looked at the time, it was already three o'clock, which was the time to go up and down.

It's probably closed. Thinking like this, Han Qingwei turned around and prepared to go out.

"Hey, girl, you want to eat." Out of the back compartment came a middle-aged woman in her thirties and forties, dressed in casual clothes that fit very well, and looked like she was well maintained. Between the eyebrows, you can vaguely see the beauty of his youth like a flower.

"Well, Auntie, you should be closed, then I'll leave first, and I'll come back next time." Han Qingwei rubbed her stomach, she didn't feel hungry now, probably because the hunger had passed.

"Sit down, sit down, why did you come to eat so late, you don't eat three meals on time, you feel nothing when you're young, and you'll suffer when you're old." My son doesn't pay attention to eating when he's busy, and his stomach ache can't be cured. As soon as he saw a young man who was about the same age as Han Geng, he nagged.

"Hey, Auntie, I'll pay attention next time." She had never been cared for by a stranger like this, and Han Qingwei didn't know what to say. politely said the most infallible words, but I firmly remembered this small shop in my heart.

Flipping through the menu on the table, he asked embarrassedly, "Auntie, can you make these dishes now?" "Dumplings, the legendary food, she never ate them when she was in France.

"Of course you can, what do you want to eat, tell me, Auntie will make it for you." Zhao Jifang smiled kindly.

"Three fresh fillings, eggplant in oil sauce, pork corn, mushrooms, plum blossom stuffed dumplings, mixed skin, pot wrapped meat, and three fresh places are also one each." Han Qingwei, who was ready to taste everything, ordered a lot in one go. "Yes, and Peking fried rice."

Zhao Jifang just thought that Han Qingwei had a small gathering with friends, and she came to take the lead.

"Then girl, you sit down first, and the food will be served later." At this time, the two waiters in the store had already left work, and Zhao Jifang, who could only go into battle in person, rushed back to the back kitchen to cook.

Looking at a lot of photos and post-it notes of various colors plastered all over the store walls, I didn't expect that the small shop I walked to casually was quite famous. I'm looking forward to it.

When Han Geng walked to his store, he unexpectedly found that there were still people waiting to eat at this time. It's really irregular. I looked up and thought about it, when did I eat? This morning? Or was it last night? I can't remember. When I got home, I felt hungry.

I lowered my head and walked into the back kitchen, watching my mother busy in the kitchen, it's so good, where there is a mother, it is home.

"Mom, I'm hungry too." Han Geng hugged his mother and was coquettish.

"Geng is back." Han's mother stopped her work excitedly, "Come, let my mother see that my son has lost weight again." He looked at his son distressedly. It's not easy for him.

Bent his arms like his mother to show off his strong muscles, "Every time you come back, you say I'm thin." Look at your son's muscles, can he be thin? ”

The child is outside, and the mother is always worried. Even though I know that he is doing well, I am always worried. Every child is not big in the eyes of the mother.

"It's good if you're not thin, it's good if you're not thin."

"Mom, don't I see that there is only one person outside, how do you do so much?" Han Geng was taken aback by the ingredients prepared on the table, these things are enough for several people to eat, can the little girl outside eat them alone? "Or did you guess that I would be back today and did it for me?"

"I guess it's a girl who wants to eat with friends, anyway, people order so much." Han's mother, who was thinking about what to cook for her son this night, looked at her son who was standing aside, "Why are you still stunned, hurry up and come over and make dumplings with your mother, and after you finish these, your mother will make you something to eat." ”

As soon as I came back, I was caught by my mother as a laborer, this luck. But I still obediently obeyed my mother's words, washed my hands and made dumplings.

The mother and son were together, and it was done quickly.

The white and tender dumplings are served on delicate porcelain plates, one by one like a general with a big belly. Beijing fried rice is bright in color and fragrant. The rest of the side dishes also look very good.

Han Geng went out with Beijing fried rice, it's really cheap for you, the Beijing fried rice he made was even praised by the picky guys at SJ.

Plates of food filled the entire table in front of Han Qingwei, and the aroma of food hooked out the gluttonous worms in Han Qingwei's stomach, and her stomach was shouting to signal that I wanted to eat.

Without hesitation, I took the chopsticks and prepared to eat, but I hesitated again, which one to eat first? That's a problem.

Han Geng looked at Han Qingwei's posture as if he was going to have a friend, "Girl, how many of you." ”

What a strange clerk uncle? Obviously, I asked myself a few by myself. Raising his head, "Of course it's one." ”

"And," Han Qingwei looked puzzled, "Is there really nothing wrong with your eyes?" She's just sitting here by herself. ”

Embarrassment. If he could, Han Geng wished he hadn't asked this sentence. Girl, is this really normal? Looking at the girl who doesn't have two taels of meat on her body, there is a meal in front of her that can only be eaten by three or four people, and she calmly says that she is alone. No one can accept this.

"Ah, you're Han Qingwei. The guest of the last issue of Setcret? Han Geng suddenly remembered the show he specially watched in order to support ST, as if she was Han Qingwei.

Are you already so famous? Han Qingwei was secretly excited.

"Hello, I'm Han Geng." Taking off his hat and eyes, Han Geng greeted politely.

"Hello." Han? "I don't know where I've heard it, it seems to be a star." However, it's probably a lie, isn't this just a waitress who works at a dumpling restaurant? ”

Han Geng: "......"

Han Qingwei, who accidentally said what she was thinking in her heart, felt that the atmosphere was a little awkward. If she had a choice, she would never say it again.

“…… Sorry, I've been living in ...... France and don't know much about Chinese celebrities. ”

Han Geng didn't really care too much, he wasn't a god, so he couldn't force everyone to know him. However, the little waiter who works in the dumpling restaurant is too ruined to ruin his image, "Why do you want the police to apologize if it's useful?" "Master Han has a noble and cold style.

"Otherwise, I'll treat you to dumplings as an apology." There is no sincere apology.

"Okay." I was really hungry, and I didn't want my mother to cook for me hard. Besides, he's trying to avoid waste.

"Mom, stop cooking, this girl is my friend, and she said she wanted to invite me to dinner." Han Geng turned his head and shouted towards the kitchen.

My son's friend? Is it also a star? It looks beautiful. Hey, my son really forgot about his mother when he had a beautiful girl.

Pick up a dumpling and put it in your mouth. The unexpected taste is not bad, and it feels like home when you eat it. Han Qingwei's eyes were shining, like a cat eating fish. "The dumplings are so delicious."

"Of course, you don't say who did it." Han Geng didn't show weakness and picked up a dumpling, "He also said that he invited me to dinner, and he ate it first." ”

There was a bloody storm at the dinner table, and two people grabbed it.

Han Qingwei looked at the messy table with cups and plates, she really ate too much today. Maybe it's because I've never eaten dumplings, maybe it's because the dumplings in this house have a taste that attracts me, or maybe someone is rushing to eat them today to arouse their appetite. In short, the two of them killed all the things Han Qingwei ordered.

Han Geng squinted and leaned on the chair, so full.

"Tell me, why can't you think about it? My brother will solve it for you. "After so many years in the entertainment industry, I still have the most basic eyes. Seeing that Han Qingwei was not smooth, she came out alone and walked around.

"Bad positioning? Can't find the shot? "In the past two years, there have been more artists from professional classes, so not many people have this problem, and the general problem is in acting.

nodded in distress, her acting skills are okay at present, but the problem is that she has a bad sense of the camera, and the director has NG several times because of this.

"You said it would be better if I had a whole camera and face it all day." Thinking seriously about the feasibility, "You said that if I put a camera in my bedroom and I face it 24 hours a day, would I be able to cultivate my familiarity with the camera?" ”

Looking at the serious Han Qingwei, Han Geng laughed. The idea is so bizarre. If this is the case, then everyone will not need to receive professional training. One camera per person, Soeasy!

In the past two years, he has developed in South Korea, and his connections in China are definitely not so strong, and this kind of professional acting training must be felt in the studio. After thinking about it, I called, "I'll find you a studio, and you'll be there in a while." ”

Han Qingwei blinked, so where is he?

"I still have to accompany my mother." Just kidding, it's rare for him to go home for a few days, and he still spends his time with her? That's thanks to him.

"Then I have a friend, it's okay in this regard, and he is more familiar with the Chinese entertainment industry than me."

Han Qingwei drove away very chicly, as for the money, just kidding, do you still use her to pay for it in Han Geng's store? This is the way of thinking of ordinary people, anyway, she has paid a penny. It's not for Han Geng, it's for Han's mother.

According to the address given by Han Geng, find the studio he said, knock on the door and go in. "Hello, I'm a friend of Han Geng, and he introduced me to learn acting."

"Come in." Xiao Rui was thinking about the title song of his next album, and the lyrics that he had written but always felt dissatisfied with were thrown to the ground in a group. Hearing the crisp voice, the anxiety in my heart eased a little. Put down the pen and get up and head to the door. Teaching children is a matter of thinking.

"Han Qingwei?"

"Xiao Rui?"

The two men spoke in unison.

Han Qingwei glanced at Xiao Rui suspiciously, she knew that she was very good at singing, but what she wanted to learn was acting, acting! Han Geng is unreliable, find a singer to train her in acting?

"Hey, what's that look at you?" This woman, with suspicion in her eyes, thought he couldn't see it? Although he is a singer, but after so many MVs have been filmed over the years, not to mention anything else, it is more than enough to teach her a move.

What looks? It's just a look of disbelief. How do you say that? Singing, I can't. Acting, you can't.

Xiao Rui, who was questioned about his strength, was like a fried cat, determined to let Han Qingwei see his strength.

Xiao Rui's studio is quite professional, not only has a set of top-of-the-line audio-visual equipment, but also has a cubicle comparable to a small video studio. Han Qingwei felt that in his private studio, he could arrange a quite professional MV.

Both of them are stubborn temperaments, and they can't tolerate even hair-sized mistakes at work. Moving over and over again, Xiao Rui was watching from the camera. The slightest inaccuracy is strictly pointed out.

And Han Qingwei will also watch the camera playback, and there are often some things that are wrong, so she doesn't need Xiao Rui to ask for it again.

Xiao Rui nodded secretly, he was still very satisfied with Han Qingwei's point, many artists who had worked with him were terrified, and they were afraid that they were close to perverted perfection.

Time passed slowly, and the light outside diminished little by little. In the summer, the two people in the studio were still practicing tirelessly and repeatedly.

"Let's practice here today." Or Xiao Rui proposed the end first.

The tense nerves finally relaxed, and Han Qingwei sat down on the sofa all of a sudden. opened his mouth, and his voice was a little hoarse beyond his expectations. "Thank you for your kindness, I'll invite you to dinner another day." Although I have only been practicing for half a day, I feel that I have improved a lot.

"Oh, my old waist." Xiao Rui, who had been sitting on the chair without moving, rubbed his waist. "You're so insincere, another day."

My waist? Why does that sound so evil? Girl, let the uncle love you well. Without paying attention, Han Qingwei said what she thought in her heart.

"......" Xiao Rui was helpless.

As soon as she said it, Han Qingwei wanted to hit the wall and die, "Uncle, you think too much when you see it." She hastened to correct her mistakes. I mean, you can't do it with this waist, I'll rub it for you in a moment. "Absolutely serious, that's what she just said.

Uncle? Does he look that old? He was only a year older than her. However, Xiao Rui, you seem to be crooked.

"Uncle, it's not your fault that you're old, it's your fault for coming out to be scary." Sister Tucao revealed her true colors.

"......" Xiao Rui can't care if he finds out that he is with Han Qingwei, otherwise what she says will make you angry. Well, you'll be my niece from now on. Good niece, call your uncle to listen. "The counterattack begins.

And let her call uncle? I really think I'm taking advantage, this is really called, and the title of Lao Zhuhuang is fixed. Without hesitation. "Hello uncle~" She doesn't suffer a loss when she calls her uncle, she can let her go through the back door, and she is happy to call as many times as she wants. Han Qingwei decisively hugged her thigh.

"Good." touched the top of Han Qingwei's head like a small animal, and squinted with a happy smile. Hey, I feel so comfortable. Xiao Rui's pores are now open, revealing a sense of joy. Pick up a big niece for nothing.