"Yo, isn't this the master of bitter pomelo, how do you think of my small shop, I didn't buy this firecracker, I didn't put the firecracker, but I'm really a little sorry for your visit. ”

As soon as I entered the store, a charming woman walked in front of the cash register, with a smile on her face like a hundred flowers, but the tone of her speech was a little complicated?......

Lan Ruo jumped over and grabbed the woman's arm, and shook it affectionately, "Aunt Xu, don't accuse me of Uncle Yuzu, I promise, let him report once a week in the future, okay." ”

"Hmph, look at Xiaolan's face today, let's go to the old position. Let's talk about it first, I'm entertaining Xiaolan today, you poor ghost, don't come to pay for nothing. The woman looked at Kuyu, who had been lowering her head, with complicated eyes, and changed back to a bright and smiling face in a second, "Xiaojing, notify the kitchen, expedited special meal 308 box, and make room for me to make a stove." ”

The decoration of the small bridge private room is very chic, the center of the hall is arranged with a small pond with flowing water from the small bridge, a winding vine extends upward, and the little splashes of water are dripping like rain, and more than a dozen bright fish, sometimes clustered, sometimes scattered.

Unlike other restaurants, it is not noisy, diners eat in private rooms, and there is no chaotic aroma of dishes in the air, but from time to time you will smell a faint fragrance.

Going up the wooden staircase, the female receptionist in cheongsam sent a few people into the box, and made a cup of green tea for each person, and then complained to Kuyu with a bitter face, "Uncle Yu, you are really, you haven't come for so long, the proprietress is getting more and more angry, and a few days ago she said that she wanted to transfer the store, you can do it, and come every three or five times, it will be regarded as saving us people." ”

Kuyu looked up and smiled apologetically at the hostess, "It's hard for you, okay, I'll try my best." ”

A vague word, but the female receptionist left happily, Yuan Yuan and Fang Yue were bored playing with their mobile phones, Lan Ruo pulled Jiang Ye to describe how delicious the food here was, and Kuyu held a teacup, looking at the antique courtyard outside the window in a daze.

Jiang Ye felt panicked, the decadent Uncle Yuzu who was not good-looking, and the charming proprietress who followed Fengyue at the right time, if this story unfolded, there would really be countless fragrant and passionate but tearful episodes, but unfortunately no one seemed to mention this stubble, and he couldn't ask directly, at most, he could only inquire quietly in the future.

The meals are fast, the exquisite dishes are impeccable from the perspective of color and aroma, each dish contains its own unique artistic conception, and the most amazing thing is the dish served by the proprietress herself.

Or it is more appropriate to call the artwork, which perfectly reproduces the small bridge and flowing water in the hall, and there is also an antique small building, all kinds of soft light are set off, the sound of silk and bamboo lingers, and even a few small fish in the flowing water are lifelike, in fact, they are indeed swimming.

"Wow, Aunt Xu, you cook it yourself, the legendary Xiaoqiao Liushui family, Jiang Ye, you are so blessed, I have only eaten it once, when was the last time?" Lan Ruo was so emotional that even his eyes turned red when he looked at this dish.

"On November 11 last year, we celebrated the opening of Kuyu Studio. Kuyu sat back in his seat, looking at the dish, a little lonely.

Aunt Xu touched Lan Ruo's head with a smile, and wrinkled her nose at Kuyu, "Poor ghost, eat, don't put on a stinky face when I arrive, and beware of the old lady cutting you." ”

Jiang Ye looked at the dish in front of him in a daze, the more he looked at the whole dish, the more surprising it became, if it was said that this was an artificially made dish, it would be hard to believe it.

Seeming to see his doubts, Lan Ruo explained, "This is a dish made by a writer with his figurative ability, including this whole table, but this one by Aunt Xu is much more powerful than the others." ”

Yuanyuan was eating happily, and nodded again and again when she heard this, "Yes, the biggest advantage of concretizing the ingredients and then cooking them is that the ingredients are absolutely perfect, and you don't have to be afraid of getting fat after eating." ”

Jiang Ye hummed suspiciously.

"Because the figurative ingredients disappear after three hours, everything I have here, including the condiments, is figurative, so diners can taste the food without any worries. Aunt Xu seemed to see that Jiang Ye was very unfamiliar with all this, "Little brother, are you Lan Ruo's friend? ”

With a keen gaze and a questioning question, Jiang Ye had a headache and didn't know how to answer.

Lan Ruo snorted at Aunt Xu, "Aunt Xu, he is my boyfriend, his boyfriend during the probationary period, don't ask questions, find a chance to explain to you in the future." ”

"Boyfriend! boyfriend?"

Almost at the same time, Kuyu and Aunt Xu said two tones of the same word, and finally stared at Jiang Ye with a slightly threatening gaze for a few seconds before giving up.

Aunt Xu stayed for more than ten minutes, and pulled Lan Ruo to ask if she was a little concerned, are the intern nurses tired, are you tired of the money, is there enough money, is there anyone bullying in the hospital, etc.

Jiang Ye could see that Kuyu and Lan Ruo should be relatives or the daughter of the deceased, and Aunt Xu sincerely liked this little girl, and at the same time, she also had a little love for the house and Wu in it.

In the middle of a meal, the topic finally came to the studio.

Lan Ruo cheered everyone up, it was only the beginning of the month, this month will definitely be able to exceed the target, and the bitter pomelo studio will definitely be able to survive the darkest November.

The so-called dark November is the month of the review of the writers' guild for studios below the city's D-level, according to the requirements, F-level studios must have at least one bronze writer, the average monthly sales of a single chapter novel card is not less than 3,000 cards, and the total sales of twelve months are not in the bottom ten, and all studios that do not meet the requirements must be downgraded.

The E level is downgraded to the F level, and the F level will be the material farm or directly closed, and the operator's management rights will be cancelled.

The bitter pomelo studio at the F level, there is still 10,000 cards left to level the monthly average, Feng Xiaotian's addition finally reached the monthly average last month, but this month in the face of a gap of 10,000, it is also powerless to return to the sky, unless it ......

"Unless we can find a better writer, Fang Yue and I will definitely not be able to do it anyway. Uncle Yuzu, you can think of a way again. Yuanyuan had a bitter face, and she couldn't do anything.

Kuyu shrugged his shoulders and comforted: "Forget it, the two of you have your own strengths, but it's useless if no one takes you to the alien rift, just relax and relax this month, I'll see if I can find an old friend and find a way out for you." ”

"I'm not leaving!" Yuan Yuan blushed and poked at the dishes on the plate, "In your year, I learned a lot more than I learned in school, anyway, I won't leave." ”

"I'm not leaving. Fang Yue said something rarely, and glanced at Jiang Ye by the way.

Jiang Ye suddenly felt that something was surging in his heart, a kind of heavenly responsibility, saving the common people, and the complex emotions of being the only one spontaneously arose, "Let me try." ”

"What?" Yuanyuan couldn't believe it.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Kuyu questioned whether the young man knew the seriousness of the problem.

"You don't even have a QD ring, which means you're not even a writer, and you have amnesia, don't worry, I won't dislike you for having no money. Lan Ruo took Jiang Ye's hand and comforted.

"A writer, at the age of 10 through the mental test is eligible to enter the writer's academy, in the academy to spend ten years to learn a variety of professional disciplines, through the final assessment before eligible to enter the studio internship, during the internship by the writers' guild and the studio manager jointly verify whether to have the qualifications of a trainee writer. At this point, only one out of 100,000 people will actually become a trainee writer. So, you don't have to carry this burden for me. ”

The more Jiang Ye listened, the more frightened he became, if he wanted to become a writer in this world, it was like crossing a single-plank bridge, from another level, a writer, especially after becoming a high-level writer, would definitely have a considerable social status.

After hesitating for a moment, Jiang Ye puffed out his chest, looked at Kuyu with a serious face, "Give me a chance to try, I'm sure I'm here for a reason, and I'm sure I can become a writer." ”

In his heart, there was a bit of absurdity, he didn't dare to mention that he was a writer in his previous life, but he could shout it so enthusiastically when he arrived here.

The box was quiet, no one spoke, Kuyu suddenly felt that this young man seemed to really have the possibility of success, Yuan Yuan was also dumbfounded, and Fang Yue looked right.

Lan Ruo's eyes were peachy, and she grabbed Jiang Ye's hand tightly, this is my boyfriend, fate is destined, meeting is accidental, and catching it is marriage.

Bang Bang Bang!

Three applause came from the door, and Aunt Xu turned back to the box again, "Poor ghost, try it, anyway, there is nothing to lose, I haven't heard this kind of confidence without reason for many years." ”

"Okay, your situation Lan Ruo told me a few words, I can't take you to the guild to do a mental power test for the time being, let's use the most direct test method, but it's a test trainee writer, are you sure you want to try?"

"Okay, if it's just that the mental power is up to the standard, it only means that I have the qualifications, and if you want to play, you have to play a little more simply. Jiang Ye agreed, joking, in his previous life, he had been a writer for three years and a bookworm for five years, and he could still fall in front of the writer's qualifications here, so wouldn't this trip be completely meaningless.

The atmosphere at the dinner table became active again, and no one was willing to put down the chopsticks in the face of the dish of Xiaoqiao Liushui, but Aunt Xu personally ordered the first chopsticks, which made everyone who had been greedy for a long time start grabbing.

After being full of wine and food, several people respectfully said goodbye to Aunt Xu, Jiang Ye happened to catch a glimpse of Aunt Xu secretly pinching the bitter grapefruit, and deliberately pulled Lan Ruo to walk slowly on the way back.

Lan Ruo could see Jiang Ye's thoughts at a glance, "The matter of Uncle Pomelo and Aunt Xu is not something that can be said clearly in one or two sentences. ”