Du Ziyuan gave the boss a little money, which was regarded as compensating Xiaojin for the cost of his props, and then continued to shop with everyone. After that, Tang Junhao took them to a few more interesting places, and everyone had a good time. In addition, he also brought gifts to Ning Hanlu and Nie Xue.

After returning to the annex, Lin Yufeng borrowed the kitchen to prepare a table of meals for everyone. The first time they ate Lin Yuhao's food, the Yanyun sisters and Tang Junhao were shocked. Then he immediately buried his head in binge-eating, leaving no space for even speaking, for fear of missing a bite.

Du Ziyuan took out Coke, iced tea and other drinks, he didn't dare to take beer, God knows what the hell Yanyun pine nuts will become.

"I kind of know what you meant yesterday. After eating almost enough, Yanyun Songzi touched his round belly and said to Du Ziyuan.

"After eating such delicious things, how can I eat other people's dishes in the future? Tang Junhao also sighed.

When Longzi saw her sister say this, she immediately ran to Lin Yufeng's side and begged her to teach her how to cook. Lin Yufeng nodded and did not refuse.

So Longzi excitedly ran back to Songzi and said to her: "Sister, Longzi can learn to cook such delicious dishes in the future, and then cook it for my sister every day, okay?"

Yanyun Songzi just wanted to touch her head as a reward, who knew that Longzi then said: "As a reward, I only need you, sister, hehehe, let Longzi touch my sister's whole body every day, hehe......"

What replied to her was a sharp hand knife from Yanyun Songzi and: "If you continue to talk, believe it or not, I will use a sword to explode your mouth?"

"Hmm!" Ryuko immediately covered his mouth and stood there obediently, not daring to speak again.

But Du Ziyuan always didn't feel like he was scared when he looked at her, but he still had a little expectation.

[What a strange sister.] 】

At this time, Tang Junhao suddenly said, "By the way, do you have any activities at night?"

"What's wrong?" Du Ziyuan asked.

"Isn't this the Seven Blades Festival about to start, except for the people of the Auran Kingdom, the rest of the contestants have almost arrived, although everyone is a competitor, but some of them are planning to make a few friends, after all, they are all popular writers, each has a huge readership, if you can exchange a chapter push, wouldn't it be beautiful?"

Du Ziyuan thought that this was indeed the case, and this thing still had to rely on various channels to promote it. The popularity of writers who are eligible to participate in the Seven Blades Festival cannot be low, and a friendly recommendation is completely worthy of a strong advertisement, and many people are naturally unwilling to miss this kind of win-win thing.

"So what?"

"So, tonight there will be an exchange meeting at the district meeting, and many representatives from various countries will attend, and there will be some entertainment activities to help everyone communicate more easily and naturally," Tang Junhao said, "I have decided to participate, will you go?"

Yanyun Songzi thought for a while and said, "Go ahead." "They have the smallest population and the most single promotion channel, so this kind of gathering is still very good for her. You can also check the strength of your opponents in advance.

When Du Ziyuan saw that the two of them had gone, he had no choice but to say, "Then I'll go and have a look, the exchange meeting is not far from here, right?"

"Of course it's not far, just a few hundred meters away. ”

"That's good. Du Ziyuan thought, anyway, when the time comes, just find a corner and sit until the end.

......

In the evening, the three brothers and sisters came to the scene of the exchange meeting together. Because only the author himself could enter, Du Ziyuan did not bring Xiaojin and them over.

It is a relatively large courtyard, and there are tables covered with red cloth everywhere, and the tables are full of fine wine and food. When they came, it was already very lively, and you could see homes everywhere pushing cups and changing lamps.

Tang Junhao is the most talkative, so he quickly integrated into those groups. Yanyun Songzi followed him, and with her excellent appearance and rare identity as a female writer, she was also very popular.

Du Ziyuan, who only planned to accompany them, did not participate, he took some food casually, and then found a darker corner, intending to stay until the end of the exchange meeting.

"You, hello. He sat down when a voice came from beside him. Du Ziyuan turned around in surprise and saw a young man who looked like a weak scholar greeting him tremblingly.

The light in this corner was already dim, and he didn't expect someone to hide in the corner like him, so he didn't notice this first comer at first. He didn't notice him until the other person spoke.

"Oh, hello. Out of politeness, Du Ziyuan replied, and then did not continue to deal with the other party. He picked up the pastry from the plate and tasted it, then spit it out into another empty plate with a look of disgust.

The empty plate had been prepared by him in advance, and he tried it piece by piece, but it turned out that none of the more than twenty kinds of pastries he had just selected could be eaten by him. Disillusioned, Du Ziyuan simply handed over the two plates to the waiter to deal with, and he took out a writing pen to play.

He is already a little familiar with this thing, and it is still easy to draw a few stickmen. He plans to keep up the good work, and if he can use this to complete the line draft, then it will be much easier for him in the future.

The guy on the side was obviously surprised by the way he ate and spit out, and he couldn't help but ask, "Excuse me, is there anything wrong with those pastries just now? Why did you vomit them after tasting them?" ”

Du Ziyuan glanced at him, although he didn't like to talk to strangers very much, but he still said, "It's quite unpalatable." ”

"This is a pastry made by the imperial chef himself, and it can only be tasted by the Imperial Palace!" he looked at Du Ziyuan in disbelief, obviously not expecting him to say that.

"What about the imperial kitchen?" Du Ziyuan ignored him after speaking.

This person doesn't seem to be a sociable person, seeing Du Ziyuan's lack of interest, he didn't dare to talk, so he sat there quietly. glanced at Du Ziyuan from time to time, and then immediately withdrew his eyes.

The exchange went smoothly, and the two of them were spotted during the meeting, but they took one look and walked away. This kind of exchange will actually sit in a dark corner and play by himself, and others will not be interested in talking.

It wasn't until more than half an hour later that another person came over. A bench was placed in this corner, and at this time Du Ziyuan occupied the far left, and the weak scholar sat in the center, and the man sat on the far right after taking a look.

This is a young man in his twenties, very good-looking, with the demeanor of a cold-faced man. At this time, this cold-faced male god was holding a large plate of fried noodles in his hands......