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Chapter 89 Can You Not Call Me Mistress

In fact, there are still a few people from India. In Liu Qingshan’s impression, the image is much worse. This time the person sent here should be the key training target.

Several people got into the car with jokes. Both cars were Japanese off-road vehicles, and the space inside the car was large enough.

It was Liu Qingshan's idea to go to Xilemen to meet Jinxishan. He had been going to that restaurant a lot before and knew that there was a single room in the small courtyard behind the restaurant, and the food was good.

There is a dinner before shooting in the crew, which is attracting attention, and Jinxishan is inconvenient to appear.

Although he is not afraid of the exposure of the relationship between the two, it may have adverse effects on the other party, so there is no harm in being cautious.

When she saw Jin Xishan, Liu Qingshan was excited for a long time for no reason. I think she was the same, and she looked a little rosy.

However, Jin Xishan was immediately startled by the tall figures who walked in later, and covered his slender little hands and shouted softly: "My God, you blocked the light in front of you as soon as you come!"

Kunale shouted "Master's wife" in a flattering manner, which immediately made Jin Xishan's cheeks flush again, and he reached out to pinch Liu Qingshan's waist.

Kunale had no sense of shame and was very attentive to help Jin Xishan pull out the chair, then leaned down and put it on the table.

Samir and the other two were very polite. They had been following the Chen family crew in Xiangjiang, and they obviously had a deeper understanding of Liu Qingshan's martial arts value, so they also respected Jin Xishan's attitude.

"When they go back for three years, they will definitely be particularly valued. Look at the appearance of the four people, they are all good things to be the protagonist!"

Liu Qingshan made Jin Xishan understand the details of several people in just a few words.

Jin Xishan raised his big finger: "It's much more handsome than our Shanzi, and it's obvious that he is the foundation of a big star."

The Lamb said politely in Chinese: "Miss Jin is just as beautiful as the news!"

Jinxi Shanzheng was so proud that Liu Qingshan was very surprised by her Chinese: "I haven't seen you for only a few months, and your Chinese has made great progress!"

"I was very uncomfortable at the beginning. The script was full of half-vernacular Chinese, thanks to Director Kan who assigned me a Chinese teacher."

"Isn't the contract a post-dubbing?"

"Director Kan thinks my Chinese voice sounds very good, and I want to be firm.

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Hold on to chant the lines yourself and repair them later.”

"That's a pain for you. You're filming during the day and practicing pronunciation at night."

"That's not it!" Before I knew it, Jin Xishan's tone brought a little coquettishness, and his whole body almost leaned against Liu Qingshan. "I'm so miserable, I only slept for four or five hours a day!"

Liu Qingshan was a little uncomfortable with the intimacy in public, so he coughed lightly: "Then let's continue to do the dubbing plan, and the next play uses the same original sound!"

Jin Xishan obviously realized something, and his face turned even more red: "I don't have to start, and I may not meet such a kind director next time."

Thinking about it, she came to a strange country alone to work hard, but she failed in language and would indeed encounter many embarrassing things.

So Liu Qingshan decisively patted the table: "Then work harder and strive for success this time. I have indeed made great progress after hearing your current accent."

Jin Xishan was very happy to pour Liu Qingshan a cup of tea, his eyes full of warmth.

The tea was taken out by Kunale. The Indians' adaptability to tea is far less than that in terms of diet, so they will carry tea with them, including Indian black tea, but not mixed with curry.

The traditional way of drinking tea in the Indian people is quite special. They pour the tea on a plate and lick it with their tongues, and they never use their left hand.

In China, Kunal and others no longer use plates, but the specific drinking actions and the habit of delivering tea sets are still quite obvious.

Seeing the surprise in Jinxishan's eyes, Kunale explained: "The high caste people in India pay great attention to drinking tea, which has been simplified. You should know that our companies are equipped with tea-making masters in all sizes."

Jin Xishan laid his tongue and sighed: "Are you still used to it here? The same is true for our Han Country, which is different from many of the customs here."

"I'm a little better. After all, I've been here for three years before, and the three of them still feel awkward. Fortunately, the diet in China is very rich and the taste is excellent. I'm very satisfied if I can eat it well!"

Kunal looked at Liu Qingshan again, "My master is delicious when cooking, and now he can hardly remember curry."

"Huh? Why don't I know?" Jin Xishan's surprised expression became even stronger, "Shanzi can still cook?"

"Master's wife, it's really delicious. We've had a few days ago

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They all eat it at his house. I like the braised pork ribs the most. I didn’t eat much pork before, even though I have been in China!”

"That, Kunale, can you not call me a master's wife? I'm not used to it!"

"But this was what the master ordered before, and he had to call his master's wife!"

Jin Xishan turned his head to look at Liu Qingshan, but the look of secret joy could not be hidden in the pretended anger on his face: "Why did you teach him like this? We have nothing to do with you yet! Also, how could you cook? Why have you never told me?"

Liu Qingshan responded with a smile: "You don't know much. We will go home after filming the show and make it for you to eat every day!"

I don’t know what Jin Xishan thought of, but suddenly there was an ambiguous aura on his face: “Go home? Our home?”

"It's not ours or anyone else's. Sister Huizhen has decorated it. Didn't she take a photo for you?"

Kunale rushed to flatter him and said, "Those photos were taken by me, but now they are different. The master has laid a lot of Indian carpets, pure cashmere, and you can lose your feet with one foot."

As he said that, he took out his cell phone and pointed at the first few pictures, "Look, I just took it last night!"

Liu Qingshan's heart slowly felt a sense of warmth, and he couldn't help but hold her shoulders: "It's good to like it, but the customized kitchen has not been installed yet. I guess it will be a result after filming."

Jin Xi Shanqing leaned in his arms, "I really want to go back and have a look now."

"Wait a little longer, how long will your show take?"

"It's more than a month left, at least early September."

"I'm also trying to hurry up. I'm going to Xiangjiang in October. We have to be mentally prepared for our journey."

"Yes, you are still waiting for the next drama, we can only stay for more than half a month at most!"

"You still have the chance to go home early to check it out. Isn't the notice with Chen Long in Kyoto?"

"Yes, it seems to be next week! No, I want to call Director Kan!"

After Jin Xisun said that, he was about to get up. Park Hyun-hee was discussing the contract renewal with Park Hye-jin at the hotel and was not around at the moment.

Liu Qingshan stopped her with a smile: "Anyway, I will have to invite him in the next few days, and I will say the same thing then!"

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