Volume 211 There Is a Foreman Named Wenwen ~ 2200 Is Scheduled to Be Updated
Steaming tofu nao in the casserole, grilled slightly burnt sesame seed cakes, served with marinade made with lamb slices, mushrooms, soy sauce, and starch. The orange red is translucent and very delicious.
Qin Guan scooped up a piece of white and tender tofu brain, poured a spoonful of thick marinade, drizzled with chili oil, and stuffed it into his mouth, leaving a fragrant smell on his teeth and cheeks.
"Tofu is freshly marinated and fat, and a cup of it is full of flavor while taking advantage of the sun.
It's so delicate and tender, it's really the same as the brain, but after eating it, it actually bulges the stomach. "
"The skin of the cloud and the appearance of the flower are uneven, it's not time to throw away the book and go to sleep.
If it seems that a beautiful woman is called half-old, she can still scratch her head and show her charm. "
Sister Xue and Huang Bo looked at Qin Guan who was eating and reciting poems with terrified eyes, and a few sesame seeds fell out of their mouths in fright.
Did he get hit by those incomprehensible directors, or did he feel that he was insulated from the big screen of literature and art?
Don't be discouraged, literary films don't want you, and the embrace of commercial films will open to you sooner or later.
If Qin Guan doesn't plan to go abroad, Sister Xue has the heart to take Qin Guan with her in the future, risking being forced to sell her butt, to go to the Xiangjiang area to shoot commercial films.
"What are you doing, what are you doing Qin Guan, this is already a poem, you haven't been greatly stimulated." Huang Bo asked Qin Guan kindly.
Facing the two foolish mortals in front of him, Qin Guan shook his head in disappointment, and asked the busy proprietress beside him: "You are an old man, so authentic!"
The proprietress heard that she was the most handsome customer for so many years, and praised her for the bean curd. She was a little embarrassed and a little proud to wipe her freshly washed hands with her apron: "Ancestral, my grandma taught, support the family Just make ends meet."
After speaking, he picked up the iron ladle on the side, and firmly added another full ladle to the small casserole in front of Qin Guan, not forgetting to say hello: "Eat more if you like it, and be full!"
Huang Bo took a look, Yo! There is still such an advantage to take advantage of, he yelled in the direction of the proprietress: "The proprietress is full!"
"Here!" A large spoonful of soft white tofu was poured into Huang Bo's bowl with the delicious marinade on top.
When the three of them checked out and left, Huang Bo still couldn't believe what he had just experienced.
"It's not fair, can someone who is handsome get free food? Why charge me for two bowls?"
Sister Xue grabbed Huang Bo's hair sympathetically, expressing comfort, and with the roar of Cherokee jet pipes, she left this artistic factory area.
Whether this place can carry the acting career of the two young people and bring them a different fate is still unknown. But a small fire has already been ignited among this group of people, waiting for time to ferment and let it soar into the sky.
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Let's turn our attention to the most concerned thing in Qin Guan's dormitory before the start of school, the qualifying field of the World Cup.
On August 31, 2001, Maslat kicked off the second round of the top ten competition. This is a feast of goals scored by the Chinese team, and it is also the last madness of the six people who are about to enter their senior year.
Taking advantage of his position, Qin Guan led a group of people to the third-floor package of the Fructose Club, and the supervisor on the floor enthusiastically opened the door of the box for them.
The VIP room on the fourth floor, the supreme VIP room on the fifth floor and the self-respect exclusive VIP room on the sixth floor are so expensive that Qin Guan is too embarrassed to ask Bu Qinglu for them.
For a group of people, eating for free, playing for free, and singing for free is already too much. The luxury hall on the third floor is much better than the ordinary hall on the second floor, isn't it?
A group of people in the dormitory did not regard themselves as outsiders at all. Before the ball started, they had already turned on the machine and ordered songs to cheer themselves up.
Wang Lei was more righteous, and Qin Guan went to the liquor supermarket on this floor to get some beer.
Not far from the left turn is the lobby on the third floor. There is an open cafeteria and a transparent wine supermarket close to 100 square meters. Guests can choose what they want to drink and check out.
Unless it is a little more expensive red wine, it will appear on the wine list in the private room on the third floor. Generally, the wine on the market can be obtained in the self-selected supermarket.
Convenience, save money, kill two birds with one stone.
Qin Guan pushed onto the double trolley from the entrance of the supermarket and walked towards the beer counter. Before he could take two steps, his clothes were grabbed by Wang Lei.
"What's wrong?" Qin Guan turned around and asked in doubt.
Wang Lei didn't speak, and pointed to the floor-to-ceiling glass connected to the opposite side of Jiuchao.
Qin Guan took a quick look and saw that the glass was covered with more than a dozen little sisters on the third floor who were singing and drinking.
Everyone's eyes were shining with green light, staring straight at Qin Guan's direction.
Wang Lei shivered involuntarily, and asked in a low voice: "Is there any grudge?"
Qin Guan unconsciously shuddered, and replied in a low voice: "Pretend as if nothing happened, you don't see anything, you don't know anything, after you get the wine, you go to pay the bill, come back and ask me to reimburse you, you can help me block it, I'm trying to escape!"
After hearing this, Wang Lei felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, so he subconsciously blocked Qin Guan with his body. The dozen or so little sisters on the opposite side pulled their hair straight in disappointment.
"Hey! See which rare guest is here? Isn't this our Accountant Qin?"
Qin Guan was walking quickly with his head bowed, when a pair of red high heels suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
Qin Guan followed the slender ankle and the tight black silk calf, looked all the way up, and saw a pair of flaming red lips opening and closing on the top of his head.
"Hey, Brother Qin, my dear brother, you are a rare visitor. Nine out of ten times out of ten times you come to our place to talk to the boss about business. I don't know what my little sisters think about you, do you feel flustered?"
"I caught a living person today? Since there are few jobs during the day, why don't you want to have a chat with your sisters?"
Qin Guan straightened up in embarrassment, patted the non-existent floating dirt on his body, and said hello: "Sister Wenwen, why are you here? What a coincidence!"
Sister Wenwen was very helpful to Qin Guan's greetings, she slapped her hot face and said, "Oh, but I can't wait for you to call Sister Wen, when did you come across me and didn't run away? Just with the mouse Seeing cats, why do you look down on our sisters? Can we still eat you?"
"That's right, how can we be better than the heart of the boss on the 6th floor, what about Lily? That white lotus flower emerges from the mud without being stained, it is really a heart-to-heart, as long as you, Accountant Qin, don't want it." holding her?"
"No, no, listen to me..." Qin Guan hadn't finished shaking his head and waving his hands when he heard Li Jie yelling at the gate of Jiuchao.
"Oh my god! Qin Guan, you are not righteous! You still know such a beautiful sister, why don't you introduce it to us? Tell me! Are you afraid that we will tip off the news and want to eat alone behind your girlfriend's back!"
When Qin Guan saw that the savior had arrived, he was immediately full of confidence, and then Li Jie's words went back to Sister Wenwen: "Look, don't I have a girlfriend? Don't you want to stay with such a hot sister like you?" After a long time, am I afraid of making mistakes?"
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