The investment in "Love Across the Ming Dynasty" has been finalized, and the official business has come to an end.

Wang Xun and his aunt Yang Chunyan started chatting. The topics mainly focused on life, such as complaining about his aunt's cooking skills.

After all, she was once a strange woman who could make the whole family so nervous that they were ready to call 119 just by entering the kitchen.

On the other side, Yang Xiaomi is unable to extricate herself from the immersive experience in the world of "Love in the Ming Dynasty".

Time passed so quickly, if the secretary hadn't knocked on the door and came in, the three of them would have forgotten that it was dinner time.

The three of them were about to get up and go out for dinner, but Yang Xiaomi still held the script in her hand and didn't want to put it down.

Wang Xun helplessly spread his hands and looked at his aunt Yang Chunyan, praying for her to give her some advice.

What she got in return was ruthless backstabbing. My aunt Yang Chunyan laughed and asked Yang Xiaomi to take a look at it while eating.

At the same time, he has a round face with big eyes, a pair of intoxicating dimples next to his small cherry mouth, a high nose bridge, and a mixed-race exotic beauty. His skin is white and tender, as if it can be broken by a blow, and his overall appearance is sweet and gentle.

The beautiful woman stretched out through the office door and said with a smile: "Did I come at the wrong time?"

When my aunt Yang Chunyan saw this face, she smiled and greeted the other person to come in quickly.

Then he walked in enthusiastically, stepped forward and hugged his aunt Yang Chunyan's arm, and said affectionately: "Mr. Yang, do you want to go out for dinner together?"

Aunt Yang Chunyan looked at the beautiful girl who came in with a doting look on her face, patted her arm and said, "Hu Jing, you really know how to come at the right time. You are going to have mutton soup at noon."

Yang Xiaomi stepped forward, hugged Hu Jing, and said with a smile: "Sister Jing, this role is great. You have to fulfill my dream for me!"

Hu Jing rubbed Yang Xiaomi's little head in her arms and said in a voice like the cry of an oriole: "We haven't seen you for so long, Mimi. You have grown taller. Come and let me take a closer look."

Yang Xiaomi happily showed off the basic Qingyi skills she learned from Zeng Li. After Hu Jing looked at them carefully, she thought for a while and said, "Mimi, you must not have practiced recently. These movements are all unfamiliar."

Yang Xiaomi stuck out her tongue playfully and said, "Isn't it cold lately? I mainly blame Wang Xun for not telling me to get up early because he said he would be healthy!"

Wang Xun was carrying a big black pot on his back, he shook his head helplessly and said, "You are indeed growing taller. Drinking mutton soup is the top priority!"

Aunt Yang Chunyan directly intervened and said: "Listen to the commotion, let's eat first. Come on, I'll drive!"

The group of people came to a time-honored mutton soup restaurant in Shichahai, parked the car, and the four of them strolled into this old restaurant that is said to be a century old.

Aunt Yang Chunyan was familiar with the boss, so she ordered directly: "Four bowls of mutton soup, two pounds of hand-caught, one stir-fried sheep head, and 10 pieces grilled."

The boss smiled and said hello: "Okay, you find a table, and I'll go to the kitchen and place your order for you!"

Yang Xiaomi found an empty table and called everyone over, while Wang Xun went to the counter and ordered four more bottles of Arctic Ocean.

After the four of them sat down, Yang Xiaomi was reading the script for Hu Jing, carefully explaining her understanding of the little boy, and pleading with her hands together sincerely: "Sister Jing, you must play this role well.

I like it very much!”

Hu Jing was just reading the script for fun. When she heard Yang Xiaomi being so serious, she realized that this script was so charming. She nodded subconsciously, slowly started to read the script and became immersed in it.

Wang Xun was a little bored. As a foodie, he watched the diners at other tables feasting, and he was secretly worried. This dish was really a bit slow.

Just when I was thinking of urging the boss, the haggis soup came.

The slightly white mutton soup is full of intestines, liver, stomach and lungs, and it can indeed be called a century-old conscience.

After all, technology and ruthless work are rare in these days. Wang Xun added a little bit of chili oil to the pepper noodles, stirred it up and took a spoonful of it. The soup was delicious, full of mellow flavor, and endless aftertaste. It was so comfortable.

Picking up a piece of meat with your hands, the mutton is tender and not sour, and paired with chive flowers, it is really delicious.

Aunt Yang Chunyan smiled and saw the satisfied expression on Wang Xun's face, and joked: "Among the children in the family, you are the only one with a good tongue and mouth. How about you? I'm not lying to you! Isn't it really delicious?"

Wang Xun nodded without saying a word, preparing to prove it with actions. He picked up a piece of meat and burned it, paired it with mutton soup, and enjoyed the delicious food.

Yang Xiaomi raised her hand and directly joined the battle group. Suddenly, tachyons were flying in this small square seat, and it was so lively!

When Hu Jing put down the script, she was stunned when she saw the mess on the table.

Fortunately, at this time, the boss brought the newly ordered sesame seed cakes, and a plate of stir-fried lamb faces to relieve the three people's embarrassment. After all, I was treating guests to dinner, and I ate too openly, and it would not look good if I talked about it.

Wang Xun said shamelessly: "Sister Jing, move quickly! Otherwise it will be gone again!"

Hu Jing smiled and said: "It's okay, Sister Jing is losing weight."

Yang Xiaomi looked at Hu Jing with suspicion and asked straightforwardly: "Sister Jing, you are not fat. Why should you lose weight?"

Aunt Yang Chunyan smiled awkwardly and said, "Hu Jing, what a joke. These two bastards eat like they are at war."

Hu Jing smiled cheerfully and comforted her repeatedly: "It's okay, we are all our own people, we don't have to pay so much attention."

Wang Xun suddenly remembered a joke from his previous life, and then said: "Let me tell you a joke.

Xiao Ming said to his father: "Dad, I want a mobile phone!"

Dad said: "Good boy, I will buy it for you when you grow up!"

Xiao Ming said: "I'm so tired, Dad, please carry me!"

Dad said: "Good boy, you have grown up, go on your own!"

Xiao Ming said: "Oh, I have grown up, buy me a mobile phone!"

After hearing this, Yang Xiaomi took a sip of mutton soup and sprayed it all over Wang Xun's face.

Wang Xun picked up the toilet paper with a disgusted look on his face, wiped her with it first, then touched his face with his hand and said coldly: "I won't tell any more jokes next time I drink soup."

Hu Jing and her aunt Yang Chunyan burst out laughing when they saw this scene. Wang Xun really didn't understand whether they were laughing so happily because of their own jokes or because of Yang Xiaomi's behavior of spitting soup.

Without going into too much detail, the happy dining time comes to an end with these laughs.

2 p.m., Chunyan Company.

Aunt Yang Chunyan's office, in front of her desk.

Hu Jing signed the contract with a pen, while Wang Xun took a camera to take photos to capture this memorable moment.

Yang Xiaomi is still chattering about the little kid, and it seems that she won't be able to get rid of it for a while.

After taking the photo, looking at his aunt and Hu Jing who were whispering, Wang Xun said hello and took Yang Xiaomi with him to go to the nearby Beijing Film Studio, which was a place full of childhood happiness.

In 2000, the HD District was still developing slowly, and Zhongguancun just broke ground on November 25th.

Wang Xun and Yang Xiaomi cherished this kind of alone time, holding hands like two penguins wrapped in thick down jackets and wandering in front of the Beijing Film Studio, looking at the group of extravaganzas. Wang Xun thought to himself, he really didn't expect this.

There will be a baby king among the group performances, which is simply the conscience of China Entertainment.

Some of the group leaders took the initiative to ask. After all, the two kids were very good at looking good, but they were all rejected by Wang Xun and Yang Xiaomi.

When the two of them walked to a street in the Republic of China, Wang Xun suddenly rolled his eyes and talked about the embarrassing things Yang Xiaomi did when she was a child, such as the funny hairstyle with three pigtails on her head in "The Military Champion Su Qier".

Or maybe she was on the set of "Monkey Boy" and if she wasn't allowed to finish singing, she would cry and threaten.

It made the girl use her pink fists shyly, but it was pretty good.

For Wang Xun, at least Mary's cross locks are no longer common after he and Yang Xiaomi fell in love secretly.

Just talking and laughing, the afternoon went by like this. When we returned to Chunyan Company in the evening, it was already getting dark.

I saw my aunt Yang Chunyan standing at the door of the company's courtyard with a panic look on her face. Wang Xun pulled Yang Xiaomi forward and asked: "Auntie, what's wrong? Isn't it cold outside?"

When aunt Yang Chunyan saw it was Wang Xun and Yang Xiaomi, her heart dropped.

He said angrily: "Why are both of your phones turned off?"

Wang Xun and Yang Xiaomi took out their mobile phones at the same time and saw a black screen.

Wang Xun shook his phone and said, "It's cold and the battery is out. What's the emergency?"

Aunt Yang Chunyan continued: "Your mother asked you two to find your old room in the Honey Hotel, saying that your brother Xiaolu came from Shenzhen!"

After that, she took the two children into the car and drove quickly to Xunmi Hotel.

Silently all the way, in the underground parking lot, the three of them boarded the elevator.

Aunt Yang Chunyan looked anxious, Wang Xun looked calm, and Yang Xiaomi looked suspicious. The three emotions were in sharp contrast.

When the elevator reached the ninth floor, the service staff stood guard at the elevator entrance and welcomed the three people into room 912. The three people felt like they were like iron-eating beasts - Chi You's mount - giant pandas, being watched by the whole audience.

When Xunma Li Hong saw it, her heart was in mid-air.

I quickly called everyone to sit down and start the banquet. In order to entertain Lu Huateng from Shenzhen, the chef specially invited to the state banquet tonight served hard dishes.

There were seven people in the entire banquet hall, including senior executives from various departments of the Xunmi Group, including Xun’s mother Li Hong, godmother Yang Chunling, plus the seven people Lu Huateng brought to the Penguin Group, and finally counting Wang Xun and Yang Xiaomi

Sixteen people in total.

Exactly sixteen dishes, sixteen meanings.

They are: "The house is full of joy-----Eight Colorful Butterflies."

Good Luck-----Suckling Pig Platter.

Deep affection-----Baked lobster with fish flavor.

Jinzhiyuye-----Fried Huazhiren with Chili Pepper

Show your ambition - Steamed shark's fin with snow clam.

A boat full of gold and jade ----- Braised abalone with king oysters.

More than enough every year - steamed tiger spot with soy sauce.

Overjoyed-----Desert Sand Chicken.
To be continued...