Alas, my brain hurts.

"Director Tang, you are so polite. I am just borrowing flowers to offer Buddha. Let your employees move it quickly and don't let the food get cold."

He casually said, turning his head to face He Miaomiao.

"The dishes are so good! I borrow your light. Today, our crew celebrates the New Year and has a good meal. I will thank you for their behalf."

You must not complain about Miss He's kindness.

There are only two words to deal with the correct response - like whether you like it or not.

Just praise it.

As for how to make up for this favor after...or should I repay it with my own heart?

Those who give up their own life will sacrifice their lives, so don’t misunderstand it.

Miss He was praised and smiled openly, her eyes were crescent-shaped, and her little figure looked humble.

"Actually, it's nothing. It's convenient and hygienic at home... You are my good friend. You are such a big deal about making movies, of course I have to try my best to support you!"

This support is too powerful.

Look at the crew staff, starting from Wang Muye, all the way to the lighting assistant and the choreographer at the bottom, looking at Director Wang's eyes as if he was looking at the gods.

Where is Director Tang?

He was left aside, but he smiled calmly, looking leisurely and contented.

Seeing that Wang Yan had no intention of introducing him, Director Tang took the initiative to deal with him.

"This classmate, Director Wang is here to thank you on behalf of his crew. I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you on behalf of all the staff of our satellite TV station. This gift is really surprising, I really can't imagine... Also, what do you call it?"

When dealing with the fat middle-aged man, the eldest lady's smile became very reserved.

"My surname is He."

Just three words, my eyes were too lazy to float over.

Director Tang's eyes lit up.

"I dare to ask, is Zunfu Mr. He from the Beichen InterContinental Hotel?"

Miss He frowned slightly and replied: "Well, that hotel is indeed my father's property."

In this response, the dull person could not hear anything.

But Wang Yan realized the subtlety of it through his understanding of the eldest lady.

Obviously, Miss He was not satisfied.

The dissatisfaction point is that she does not agree with the title that Fatty Tang puts in front of him when he calls his biological father.

Let’s make the simplest example - when we introduce Jack Ma, we will definitely say that this is Mr. Ma who founded Alibaba, and will not be introduced to Mr. Ma who founded "Tai Chi Chan International Cultural Development Co., Ltd.".

When introducing a celebrity, the prefix placed in front must be the other party’s most proud and greatest achievement.

Which one is the shortened bread from "The Male God of Life" or the short and fast slap bread? Is it necessary to ask?

Miss He is not satisfied with this point.

So, the success scared Mr. Wang again.

I'm good!

Beichen InterContinental Hotel is already one of the most famous five-star luxury hotels in Star City. Isn’t that enough?

My future brother is more awesome than I think...

Maybe I'll see it today, I'll have some duck pears...

Director Tang also understood and changed his words immediately.

"It turns out that he is the daughter of Mr. He, the president of Xingcheng Chamber of Commerce. Oh, I'll be lucky! My direct old leader and Mr. He have a close relationship. He must be very happy to receive your lunch box today! Miss He, should I go up and sit down?"

Sitting on your sister!

Any insightful things?

Where did this lady get the time!

He Miaomiao rolled her eyes and turned her head to look at Wang Yan.

The dog brother will immediately send him off.

"Director Tang, look, this lunch box will be cold if it is not delivered..."

"Ouch, yes, blame me!"

Director Tang slapped his forehead and stopped entangling. He shouted at the staff, carrying them back.

A large insulated box can only be filled with 20 parts, and a total of 8 insulated boxes can be completed. The group walked back whistled.

Before leaving, I thank Director Wang enthusiastically.

"Director Wang, please don't worry about taking pictures. If you have any questions, you will only call me and I will deal with it! Shengqing will not thank you. My friend, I, Lao Tang, recognize you!"

When he came, he didn't recognize him. He could destroy the money and immediately he was like seeing his own father.

Unfortunately, the eldest young master still didn't bother to pay attention to the other party.

Even if I still need to deal with satellite TV stations in the future, whether it is An Xiaofang or Miss He, they are taking the high-level route and there is no need to be a small office director at all.

Things in this world are so wonderful.

When I came, I was disgusted by the two of them, and when I left, I was disgusted by the other.

But this does not affect the person who wants to continue licking.

I have the ability to make money... No, it's because my girl has the ability to make money. If you don't agree, can you?

Director Tang not only admired him, but also was very happy.

Walking back happily, I began to think about how to divide this lunch box?

The leaders, the relationship households, the most capable producers, and the hosts... each person has a share and still has to be left.

Who should I use the rest to please or beat whom?

The middle-aged fat man left with happy worries, but Wang Muye and the others returned to eat meat with a happy gossip, and the only cockfighting king and duck king were left on the scene.

Fu Yushi and Nawu didn't speak for a long time, so they hid far away, wishing they could hide for the time being.

It’s not that our army is not powerful, but that the enemy has Gundam!

After shrank for a long time, he still couldn't escape He Miaomiao's triumphant eyes like victory.

snort!

So what if the imperial capital comes?

Have you ever seen it?

Fu Yushi and Nawu couldn't even say a word. Facing Miss He's arrogant and generous manners, she couldn't be tough.

At the critical moment, a scent of fragrance came, and gradually it was mixed with a little burnt smell.

The pancakes are ready...

Well, no, the pancakes are old...

Nawu's eyes lit up and his momentum rose.

"Come on, Sister Kuan, I'll treat you to a cake!"

I have never seen your luxurious lunch box, but, if you are a thick one, which green onion are you?

Wait for my sister!

Nawu rolled her arms and rushed into the dining cart with her sleeves and began to point fingers at the master.

"Master, Master, turn it over and fry it again!"

A decent executive chef was just a pancake, and sweat came out.

"Little girl, it will burn if it is fried again..."

"The focus is good! Just keep it focused!"

Looking at the pancake that was not only golden but also gray and black in many places, the chef gritted his teeth and flipped it back and forth four times.

"What then? Is it time to spread eggs?"

Nawu waved his hand in awe: "Don't have eggs! What eggs are spread out? Hardcore pancakes don't need those!"

The master's sweat was even more severe.

"What auxiliary materials are placed in it? You said, I'll clean it up."

"Is there any sauce?"

“Yes, all kinds of expensive…”

"I don't want those who are weak! Just the Northeast soy sauce, raw, come with a layer!"

(°〼°〃)

The master endured the tremor of his liver and quietly brushed a layer of raw butter.

"Then what?"

Nawu picked up a Shandong green onion that he had been looking for a long time. The roots of the onion are as thick as the wrists of a child. It is considered a leaf and it is 1.5 meters long.

"Here!"

Handed to the master.

"Cut chopped green onions or shredded green onions? There is..."

Before the master finished speaking, Nawu waved his hand boldly.

"What to cut? Remove the green onion leaves, roll the whole green onion into the pancakes, and it's done!"
To be continued...