Sun Ziming was in the editing room of Shaw Brothers Company, watching the editor finish the fine editing (the last editing), and told Liu Weiqiang to leave in a hurry. No wonder Uncle Six doesn't look down on Debao, the most valuable thing in Shaw Brothers Pictures is not the theater chain, but these behind-the-scenes technicians!

When he came to Chow Tai Sang Jewelry, Sun Ziming chose left and right, but he couldn't make up his mind.

"Sir, is there anything you can help with?"

When I looked up, the lobby manager probably saw that he was inexperienced, so he came to help him refer to it.

"I want to buy a ring, a necklace, and a pair of earrings, all in gold! Oh, and a pair of dragon and phoenix bracelets."

"Is it for his wife or for his elders?"

"No, my girlfriend!"

The lobby manager held back a smile and explained in a low voice, "Sir, you can't send a girlfriend like this." You'll have to pick platinum products, gold is obsolete! ”

"Huh?"

The lobby manager had to explain in a whisper and patiently: "It is best to give gold to your wife and elders, because gold can retain its value." Giving a girlfriend is to be romantic, and the golden one is a bit vulgar! ”

Sun Ziming shook his head and refused, Hu Juan is a country girl, how can she tell the difference between gold and platinum? Besides, these things are meant to be worn at home for others to see, and the old family will think that platinum is silver!

Sun Ziming's eyes swept over several waiters at the counter, pointed to one of them who was eighteen or nineteen years old, and his size and figure were somewhat similar to Hu Juan, and said, "Don't be so particular, you can help me pick a more delicate one." Well, my girlfriend is about the same size as that lady, just let her try it on for me."

The customer is God, and the lobby manager saw that Sun Ziming insisted on buying gold, so he had to help him pick out a set of gold jewelry, and then let the waiter help him try it on until he was satisfied.

After buying the jewelry, Sun Ziming asked the lobby manager to help him buy a women's watch, and then left the jewelry store. After taking a taxi, he went home and put down his things, Sun Ziming went out to buy vegetables again, this was the first time he celebrated Hu Juan's birthday, and he had to come according to the customs of his hometown.

What are the ingredients for Shou Noodles? Noodles, eggs, shiitake mushrooms, green onions, what else? That's right, ginger!

After buying the ingredients for Shou Noodles, Sun Ziming bought a bunch of other ingredients, and then went home to be busy.

At five o'clock in the evening, Zhang Hong carried a birthday cake, followed by Hu Juan, who looked unhappy, and returned to the apartment downstairs.

"Don't be angry, wait for that bastard to come back, and see how I can help you out!"

"Ziming must be busy, Uncle Zeng just said that he and Liu Weiqiang went to Shaw Brothers to cut films."

"No matter how busy you are, it's not bad for this day, you, there will be a time when you will suffer in the future!"

The indignant Zhang Hong and the sullen Hu Juan had just opened the door, and the golden sunset spread over the living room, and the two smelled a pungent fragrance, which was the aroma of chicken soup.

Hu Juan, who swept away her sad face, ran into the kitchen excitedly, and Sun Ziming was concentrating on making shou noodles. This is exquisite! Shiitake mushrooms should be cut into shreds, eggs should be poached eggs, shredded ginger can only be choked and cannot be left in the longevity noodles, and the green onion segments should be the same length, so that it can be regarded as the authentic longevity noodles of the hometown. Yes, you have to add red chili peppers, Juanzi loves chili peppers so much, why don't you have acne on your face?

This work is done by women in my hometown, how can a big man do this work? Hu Juan hugged Sun Ziming, who was chopping green onions, from behind, and said softly: "Ziming."

Sun Ziming was stunned for a moment, put down the knife and shallots, turned around and kissed her lightly on her smooth forehead, helped her wipe away the tears on her face with the back of his hand, and laughed: "You are too easy to feed, a bowl of longevity noodles will move you to tears!" ”

Hu Juan wiped herself a few times embarrassedly, and said in a low voice: "My father and my brother never do this."

"Go and wait, my birthday wife."

"Hey".

Hu Juan wiped her face, went out of the kitchen, sat at the dining table and waited for Shou Mian, the smile on her face made Zhang Hong jealous.

"As for it? Isn't it just a bowl of shou noodles? What year don't you eat it? ”

"This is different, the men in our hometown never make longevity noodles, they are all made by women themselves!"

"You're not saved!"

Having said that, Zhang Hong still couldn't hide the envy on his face.

Ten minutes later, Sun Ziming brought up a bowl of fragrant shou noodles, and Hu Juan happily just wanted to move his chopsticks and asked him to stop it.

"Wait a minute".

Sun Ziming went into the kitchen to wash his hands again, then took out the jewelry from the bedroom, carefully helped Hu Juan put it on, rubbed his chin on a green silk, and said to her gently: "Juanzi, when you entered the door, the family was so poor that there was nothing. Brother Ziming is rich today, and these things are considered to be Brother Ziming's compensation for you."

Hu Juan leaned her body into her grandson Ming's arms and choked up: "Brother Ziming."

Sun Ziming's cooking is still good, at least Hu Juan eats with a smile, Zhang Hong looks at the red peppers on the plate, and eats her chicken soup and rice sensibly.

"Juanzi, I'll go shopping with you at night?"

"Okay!"

"What a fart! She has to go to rehearsal in the evening, Sister Mei's concert has been rehearsal for six days, and she has only participated once! ”

The two of them shut up rationally, Zhang Hong This envy has developed into jealousy, happy people should be tolerant, this is a wise saying!

After eating, Sun Ziming didn't let Juanzi do anything, cleaned up all the hygiene by himself, and called Liu Weiqiang again.

"Let's go, let's go to the rehearsal".

Zhang Hong said angrily: "Do you understand? That's the stage, you think you're making a movie? ”

"It's because I don't understand that I have to learn! Maybe sometime, I'll make up a drama to play."

The trio drove to the Hong Kong Coliseum in Yau Tsim Mong, Kowloon, and the stadium looked particularly bright at night. Sister Mei's large poster has been posted - "Variety Anita Fang Shows Guanghua Concert Again", I have to say that Sister Mei standing on the stage is indeed peerless.

Sun Ziming parked the car and was about to follow the two of them in, when Uncle Zeng called. After answering the phone, Sun Ziming was mixed.

"Ziming, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, I won't accompany you anymore, I have to go to TVB."

When Sun Ziming left the Red Pavilion and came to the TVB post-production department, Liu Weiqiang was smoking in the corridor.

"How much longer?"

"At the current pace, it will be finished in about two hours. Today, the evil door is evil, and several old guys in the station have taken the initiative to run over to help."

Sun Tzu knew what Lu Dao was for, but it was not easy to explain it to this guy, so he had to divert the topic.

"That's good, is Uncle Zeng here?"

"I've been here, and he told you to wait for him here."

Both of them were smoking guns, and when they were smoking, a guy came next to them who was rubbing a cigarette.

"Wei Qiang, is there any smoke? I'm done pumping."

This guy looks like he eats screenwriter's food, and his glasses are high enough, and he is still chattering in his mouth when he comes to rub cigarettes. Liu Weiqiang threw his half pack of cigarettes to him, but he didn't even say thank you, turned around and went back.

"Who? Old colleagues? ”

"Ruan Jiqiang, it turned out to be an old colleague. I've been making up dramas for ten years, but I haven't made up a good book."

"For what?"

"Life! He has always made up according to his own imagination and never observed life. Remind him that he won't listen."

That is no salvation, art comes from life, how can there be art without life?