Chapter 43 Who is the love rival?

Author: Chop wood and carry water

Chapter 43 Who is the love rival?

As soon as the students entered the New Oriental Seafood Restaurant, Zhang Haiyan came up to her in work clothes. Wang Xiaoling looked her up and down in surprise and said: Haiyan, it turns out you work here.

Zhang Haiyan smiled and said: Yes.

Sun Xiaomei came forward with a smile and asked with concern: This is the best restaurant here, are the wages high here?

Zhang Haiyan smiled and said: You can't make much money by doing odd jobs.

Yan Tingting felt very comfortable when she saw her dressed as a waiter, standing here to greet them. She was now more sure that Cao Yu just shaved his head and picked a hot head! Zhang Haiyan's appearance told her that she really would not compete with her for Cao Yu.

So he immediately felt relieved and said with a smile: Haiyan, what are you looking like? Change your clothes later, sit down and eat with us.

Zhang Haiyan smiled and said, "How can that be done? I'm working here, you guys have to eat what you have."

Yang Xiaowei joked: That’s so inappropriate. We are eating while you watch from the side, and we can’t eat it.

Zhang Haiyan smiled and said: Come less, I have never seen you eat less. Everyone, please go in quickly.

Zhang Haiyan let everyone into the box. Zhou Xuemei, who had been waiting inside for a long time, sat at the main seat and did not get up. She just greeted with her mouth: Come on, come on, everyone, sit down. Are you all here? Pretty girl, you can get up.

Ready.

In the private room, the male and female students were playing around. Zhang Haiyan was busy, greeting and greeting everyone professionally, and was not particularly conspicuous in the eyes of everyone. Everyone and Zhou Xuemei were also talking and laughing, and the aunties were wearing hot jackets and praising the restaurant.

of luxury.

Yang Xiaowei was most interested in eating. As a poor student, he had never experienced a Chinese meal except for the last time Yan Tingting treated them to a Western meal while standing.

He picked up a small black piece of meat with chopsticks, put it into his mouth, tasted it, and praised with satisfaction: Well, it is indeed a big restaurant. This dish is really well cooked. Look at this, although it looks a bit ugly.

, but it tastes very good.

Tang Hongyu echoed: What is this? It's so disgusting, I don't dare to eat it.

Yang Xiaowei advised: Try it, it tastes very good and quite chewy. I won’t lie to you.

The leader then asked Zhang Haiyan: Haiyan, what is this black shit-like thing?

Zhang Haiyan was almost bursting out from Yang Xiaowei's teasing. She quickly covered her mouth with her hands to suppress her laughter and calmed down her mood. Then, while turning the glass turntable on the table to arrange the dishes, she replied: This is stir-fried snail meat, please.

Slow use.

Naturally, Yan Tingting wanted to show that she was well-informed in front of Zhou Xuemei: Haven't you ever seen snails? You wouldn't recognize them if you took off your vest? Don't you have any snails there?

Yang Xiaowei said sheepishly: "Of course I have seen snails, but here we fry them whole. It's so troublesome to peel the meat out one by one!"

Cao Yu wanted to tease him and deliberately led him to say: What's the point? You can't do it. If you understand the method, you will find it not troublesome at all.

Yang Xiaowei was afraid that others would say he had no knowledge, so he immediately took the bait and argued: Isn’t this troublesome? How did you get the meat out? Didn’t you pick the meat out one by one? Isn’t it troublesome?

Cao Yu put down the chopsticks in his hand, picked up a wet wipe and wiped his mouth, and said calmly: "It doesn't have to be so troublesome. We pour these snails into the toilet together, and then they scramble to crawl out of their shells."

Everyone was spitting on their rice, and Yan Tingting quickly grabbed a wet wipe and covered her mouth, smiling and cursing: Cao Yu, such disgusting words! Thank you for saying so, and not letting people eat!

Zhou Xuemei was also amused by her son's humor. She originally didn't want to interfere in the conversation of her classmates. In her mind, classmates should be fighting together like this, but when it came to her son bullying classmates, she, a mother,

Of course he wanted to say the last two sentences, and he quickly suppressed a smile and criticized his son: Xiaoyu, don't bully your classmates.

Yang Xiaowei was very embarrassed by everyone's laughter. He quickly picked up the glass bowl with a slice of lemon in front of him and took a sip. Yan Tingting saw him drinking the lemonade without even trying to stop her. She could only look at him with her eyes.

Yang Xiaowei saw that Yan Tingting looked at him with a strange look, as if she was telling him that he had done something wrong. But he didn't know what was wrong, so he asked weakly: What's wrong?

Yan Tingting asked with concern: Does it taste good?

Yang Xiaowei felt a little strange, so he picked up the bowl and took a sip. It tasted delicious: this lemonade is delicious.

Yan Tingting's overly concerned look also aroused everyone's curiosity: What's wrong with Tingting? She suddenly cares so much about Yang Xiaowei. Could it be that she is attracted to him? There was no sign before?

When Yang Xiaowei saw that Yan Tingting was still looking at him with concern, he would not be stupid enough to think that Yan Tingting was attracted to him.

This look clearly gave him an ominous feeling, and his intuition told him that the water might make him timid again. He weakly asked again: What's wrong? Isn't this water drinkable? It's poisonous?

Yan Tingting's eyes showed sympathy and concern: "It's not poisonous."

Only then did Yang Xiaowei put the heart in his throat back into his stomach. He breathed a sigh of relief and said: It's just not poisonous. It tastes pretty good. If you don't believe me, try it.

Unexpectedly, Yan Tingting continued: But that water is really not for drinking.

Zhou Xuemei couldn't help but laugh. She knew that she was an outsider and could not get involved in the children's play. She chose not to say anything and watched the prank continue. Seeing that Yang Xiaowei was still arguing:

It’s not poisonous, so why can’t you drink it?

Zhang Haiyan came in with the dishes and saw the scene in front of her and said quickly: Sorry, I forgot to introduce it to everyone just now. The water in this glass bowl is for everyone to wash their hands.

Everyone suddenly realized and laughed. In fact, like Yang Xiaowei, it was the first time for everyone to eat in such a high-end restaurant. Many people at the table, like Yang Xiaowei, thought the water was for drinking, just because they were afraid.

No one dared to drink first if it was embarrassing.

Yang Xiaowei was still unconvinced and said: I have never heard of putting lemon in hand washing. This is too particular.

Cao Yu said with a smile: There will be boiled shrimps later. You have to peel them with your hands and eat them. Lemon is added to remove the fishy smell.

Everyone came to Yang Xiaowei's rescue to appease his injured little heart. Sun Xiaomei said: "Even so, I also take it as a drink."

Tang Hongyu said: What are boiled shrimps?

Cao Yu said: Just boil the Jiwei shrimp in water.

He thought that this might not answer Tang Hongyu's question, and he was afraid that she would ask endless questions about "Jiwei shrimp", so he picked up his chopsticks and pointed at the dishes on the table and said: "Everyone, use your chopsticks quickly. The dishes will be served soon."

One look and you'll know.

Zhou Xuemei listened to the children's conversation and secretly scanned the audience. The boys were directly ignored by her. Among these girls, Yan Tingting was undoubtedly the most eye-catching one. Not only did several boys surround her, but also the girls

Also for her to be on the right track.

This girl named Yan Tingting is well-travelled. She is wearing a royal blue dress with a circle of bright red roses embroidered on the hem. Her dark blue high heels are decorated with a small pink flower. Zhou Xuemei can tell at a glance that this dress looks like

Simple outfit is extraordinary.

This slightly mature dress goes well with her straight-forward figure, especially those little flowers that jump with her steps, like little flames dancing around her, adding a bit of agility.

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Girls of this age tend to pretend to be old. Zhou Xuemei could tell at a glance that Yan Tingting was smart, lively and cheerful at heart. She dressed like this today to pretend to be mature and steady.

This was clearly meant for her to see, so that she could safely hand over her son to her. This child was like Xue Baochai, and he was quite thoughtful and had a lot of the shadow of her back then!

She knew that there was a beautiful girl in Cao Yu's class who was the daughter of the richest man in their area, so she must be her. They were a good match in terms of family backgrounds. They came from a business family, so their minds should not be much different.

If her son fell in love with her, she might consider asking this girl to be her daughter-in-law, and she would have no worries about money for the rest of her life. But on second thought, she felt that since Cao Yu would be in politics in the future, it would be better to stay away from money.

Moreover, she was afraid that her son did not dare to ask her to be his wife. She knew that what his son wanted was a wife who could not control him, and did not want to be like his father and be controlled by her for the rest of his life.

When she thought of these, a trace of inexplicable sadness flashed through her heart.

Today, Wang Xiaoling wore a small open-collared georgette fabric, short-sleeved white shirt with puffs, blue tight Liwei Si 505 jeans, and a pair of Baili medium-heeled princess black leather shoes.

Zhou Xuemei thought to herself: Although this outfit is all imitations produced by local foreign trade companies, they are all high imitations of the originals and are very well made. They fit well on Wang Xiaoling and look good.

Here I would like to make a digression: why does Zhou Xuemei think that what Yan Tingting wears is not ordinary, but thinks that what Wang Xiaoling wears is a replica?

As I said before, Wang Xiaoling's outfit is already a high-quality imitation. It's just that there are slight differences in the color of the metal accessories and fabrics. If you don't compare it with the original version, it can only be seen with the naked eye.

, there is no difference at all.

Then why are Zhou Xuemei's eyes so vicious, and she can tell at a glance that they are imitations? Could it be that Zhou Xuemei knows these big brands well?

In fact, that's not the case at all. Zhou Xuemei doesn't have the time to study the brands that girls like! Zhou Xuemei relies entirely on her understanding of aesthetics and rich experience to identify the authenticity of these things.

An imitation is an imitation, and the person who makes the imitation is just a craftsman, who is completely different from the master. Therefore, the most important difference between what he makes and the real thing is coordination, coordination in all aspects.

The essence of a master lies in creation, which is never-ending; the essence of a craftsman lies in imitation, and the highest state of imitation is to be meticulous and faithful to the original work, with more restraint and less soul.

Deliberate imitation is not as natural and smooth as casual creation. Rigidity and lack of aura are common problems of imitations. Just like paintings and copying, there is an essential difference.

Some people argue that why can't they copy the same aura as the original work?

My answer is: That's absolutely fine.

If you are not a craftsman but a master, of course you can look at other people's paintings and draw your own work that is as spiritual as the original. Then it is not called copying, but another original work.

Whose painting is not created by referring to an object in reality and adding your own inspiration?

Based on reality and inspired, it is the work of a master. There is no exception. I am talking about science fiction and abstract works, which must be based on reality. Even a blind man's painting must be based on his understanding of reality.

and imagination.

If what he painted was completely unreliable, you wouldn't praise his talent at all. Otherwise, wouldn't it be all the painters who were dissatisfied?

Just like all the articles in the world are copied, there is only one exception, that is, what I wrote is not copied, it is purely made up, just to trick you into reading.

The problem of coordination of the imitation itself has been discussed above. Let’s talk about the problem of coordination of people and things. That is the problem of coordination of Wang Xiaoling’s outfit and her own aura.

Wang Xiaoling's own aura is also inconsistent with the aura expressed by this outfit. Her style is simply not in line with the brands she chose.

Moreover, at that time, these fast-moving consumer goods brands in Europe and the United States did not have styles specifically tailored for Asians.

Our body shape is different from that of Europeans and Americans. Our frame measurements are much thinner than theirs. Moreover, most Asians have sloping shoulders and cannot hold up their clothes. This is especially true for female students like Wang Xiaoling, whose bodies are not fully developed yet.
To be continued...