Nan Yi ordered half a bowl of buckwheat mice. Zhao Qing'er shook her a few times and finished her meal quickly, but she still felt hungry.

Nan Yi saw that Zhao Qing'er put down the spoon and would post the bill. He waved his hand, "Let's go, I'll take you to pass the level."

"No, I'm full."

"Don't pretend to be polite. As for favors, as long as you are sure that you have the ability to pay them back, you are not afraid of owing too much. Celebrities are quite profitable, and a little favor with food is nothing. I believe you are here to be a celebrity. If you don't have the confidence, pack up your bags and go home early."

Nan Yi poked Zhao Qing'er's lower forehead and said, "Look up, look at me, and answer me, do you have confidence?"

Zhao Qing'er looked up and looked at Nan Yi's eyes, her eyes became wet, "I have confidence."

"Speak louder and shout out."

Seeing Zhao Qing'er hesitating, Nan Yi said again: "I'm so shy. After becoming an actor, I have to show the kissing scenes to more than one billion people. What's so shy about it? I'll shout it."

Zhao Qing'er was encouraged by Nan Yi, clenched her fists and shouted loudly: "I am confident that I, Zhao Qing'er, will definitely become a big star, ah..."

Seeing this, Nan Yi deliberately looked at Miao Xiaolan and ridiculed: "I can see that I am still a young man. I haven't been soaking in the circle for a long time. I can arch it up in just two strokes. It's so fooling."

Hengdian, Hengdian, who has no food and clothing, is here. At the trough, all kinds of madness will be staged on the streets. Locals are no longer surprised. While eating the dividends of the film and television city and making rent, they also regard Hengdian as a topic of conversation after dinner, and often exchange skills to block tenants' rent.

It was quite refreshing to shout, but it didn't last too long. Nan Yi's cold water poured on him faster and cooled faster. Zhao Qing'er finished shouting for less than fifteen seconds, and the unbearable situation slapped her face.

"I don't have money to eat, how can I hold on?"

"Okay, don't be depressed here. The boss is still doing business. Hurry up and go to harm other bosses." Nan Yi grabbed Zhao Qing'er's back collar and carried her forward like a little chicken.

Zhao Qing'er stood on tiptoe, staggering step by step, like a little hen, lifting her feet and putting them down.

After a while, when I came to a pair of wonton buns, Nan Yi pointed to the stove on the side of the buns, "Do you eat it?"

"eat."

"Boss, next one and a half."

"OK."

Upon hearing this, the boss opened the drawer of the load, took out a bowl of meat filling from it, took out a stack of wonton wrappers, wrapped it on the spot, spread a piece of skin in his hand, picked an ice cream stick in the meat filling, stroked it on the skin, held the palm, and pressed it lively, and a wonton formed.

One by one, soon 30 wontons were prepared. I put a touch of the wontons on the desk. The wontons entered a colander, opened the lid of the pot, put the wontons on, pushed the colander a few times, and covered the lid.

Take a clean empty bowl, add salt, MSG, pour soy sauce, sprinkle a pinch of chopped green onion, lift the boiled water bottle on the ground and pour six-quarters of boiling water, then lift the lid of the pot and grab the wonton into the bowl.

"Point some lard." Seeing that the stall owner did not poke the lard, Nan Yi quickly reminded him.

The stall owner glanced at Nan Yi, poked it in an enamel jar with chopsticks, and then poked it into the wonton bowl and shook it. The milky white lard instantly melted when it hits hot water, and it looked very beautiful. A lard fragrance also penetrated into the nostrils, wandering downwards, teasing the taste buds.

Although it was a wonton bun, there was a lot to sit on. The stall owner brought the wontons to the table, and Nan Yi pressed Zhao Qing'er onto the plastic stool, "You eat here, I'll go to the front to take a look and buy some other things for you."

"Um."

"My little one..." A scream of feeding pigs, Nan Yi patted Zhao Qing'er's shoulder again, "Taste delicious, get fat, this year the commune's mission pig will choose you."

Without waiting for Zhao Qing'er to respond, Nan Yi had already walked away.

After estimating Zhao Qing'er's approximate appetite, Nan Yi went to other stalls to buy some easy-to-digest food, returned to the wonton pole, put all the food on the table, and then sat aside, quietly watching her eat, no longer making fun of her.

Zhao Qing'er ate very deliciously, bite after bite, taking turns to visit the table with double quotes.

Apart from local stalls, don’t expect the skills of foreigners who come here to set up stalls. If they walk to a high place, if they have excellent skills, they will not choose to do business in a small town in another place. Although Hengdian is a town with a large traffic, the consumption power here is not strong. It is a little more difficult to set up a stall here to make a fortune.

However, Zhao Qing'er is a starving person and will invisibly add a lot of points to the food. It starts with delicious food, and then goes further and becomes a delicious food.

After reading for a while, Nan Yi picked up his phone, flipped out the sp joke message in his inbox and read it. When he encountered something interesting, he couldn't help but open his mouth.

When Zhao Qing'er found that Nan Yi no longer paid attention to her, she felt relieved and her eating speed increased a little. Her guard, which had originally been in her throat, dropped a few inches, and was quietly parked in the shallow pit in the middle of the airport. She was half sure that Nan Yi had no malice towards her.

Eat, eat beautifully, and eat without distraction.

When the subconscious mind sends a signal to her brain, she tells her stomach that it has bulged by one centimeter, she starts to return after eating and is in a mood to pay attention to her demeanor.

After a while, she felt full and was satisfied, and her thoughts rose again, worried about what to eat tomorrow, and how to face the landlord the day after tomorrow. How many days will the salary of the actor union be, and the company's salary will be even later. Where should she find money?

Suddenly, the business card in the pocket of the clothes made another scream that shocked the soul.

She was entangled, frowned faintly, and her tender face was filled with bitterness that would have killed at least three husbands.

After reading only a few jokes and text messages, Nan Yi looked up and looked bitter. He thought for a moment and asked, "Where are you living?"

"Hmm?" Zhao Qing'er was awakened.

"Ask where you live."

"Oh, Dazhi Street."

"After the street?"

"Yes." Zhao Qing'er showed shame again.

The streets of Dazhi Street are lively, with many shops, and the ends of the street are lively, and there are many shops, and the situation is similar to those of the three streets.

"Are you over the end?"

“…”

Silence is better than sound.

"The New Year will be in less than a month and a half. You, a little girl, can't float outside. Please write me an IOU. You can fill in the amount yourself and wait until you are loose before you can pay it back."

"?" Zhao Qing'er's face was covered with question marks, she looked directly into Nan Yi's eyes, and asked in confusion: "Are you afraid that I won't return you?"

Zhao Qing'er has been in Hengdian for a while and has come and left. She has a lot of people's mobility. She has not only heard of one or two people. She has a complicated heart here and has to be wary of everyone, so it is difficult to make close friends.

Nan Yi smiled and said, "Ofy offending me, no matter how good your acting skills are, you can't find a film. If you don't plan to get into this industry, you can consider not paying it back. It's a small amount of money, so you won't let me chase you to ask for it."

"No show to shoot? No show to shoot! No show to shoot!!"

Zhao Qing'er's mouth twitched, and her eyes began to draw threads again, and she slapped her face and stroked her, "You, you have a very strong position in the circle? Why haven't I seen you before?"

Upon hearing this, Nan Yi couldn't help but tease, "You are a young man, you are a supporting role. You are not qualified to cross the threshold of the City God Temple. How can you know where the Nantianmen is heading? Tell you, I have a quirk and like to recognize my goddaughter. So far, there are about 200 people.

I have a good reputation for you. I will give you a chance to recognize me as my godfather, or kneel down and toast me a cup of master's tea. I will recognize you as an apprentice. There is nothing to teach you, but you can walk outside under my banner in the future."

As he said that, Nan Yi clicked on the table, "I will give you three minutes to consider. If you want to recognize your godfather, just call someone directly, want to become a disciple, nod, I will take you back to the capital, choose a good day, write a few invitations and invite someone to come and watch the ceremony, so that everyone can know that you are my apprentice.

Okay, that's all, do you want to ask yourself if you want to take a gamble?"

After retirement and having fun, Nan Yi has no special feelings for Zhao Qing'er. She can only say that she is lucky. She happened to meet Nan Yi and wanted to be a master, and she wanted to pass on his thick-skinned skills.

Zhao Qing'er has a certain understanding of the ceremony of apprenticeship, because there are scenes of apprenticeship in a play she has participated in. I remember when the director gave the actor a speech: "Acquiring a teacher is like recognizing a father. The master is both a master and a father. The master has the responsibility to teach and raise his disciples, and the disciple also has the obligation to support his master."

The master's identity is very heavy, much heavier than his godfather. Zhao Qing'er is very worried about which one to choose. Yes, she only cares about the options, not whether to choose, because she has nothing, because even if the other party looks at her body, she still has to bet.

Because she knew she could not hold on anymore, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, she would definitely take the business card in her pocket.

After a long struggle, Zhao Qing'er made up her mind and said firmly with the death to die, "I want to worship you as her teacher."

"Girl, today is your lucky day. You made the right choice." Nan Yi said, looking at his watch, "It's not too late now. The most lively moment on Dazhi Street has not arrived yet, so there will be no danger. Go back to the rental house to pack your things, and then go to the VIP building to find me. I'll wait for you in the lobby."

As he said that, Nan Yi took out a few pieces of money from his pocket and put them on the table, "Don't argue with the landlord. If you accidentally become successful, it will turn into black material. Go."

"I, I can't take your money."

Zhao Qing'er was reserved, but she was extremely excited. It seemed that she had the right bet.

"There is a saying that the master's order is hard to violate, it is not the time to harm you. Whatever I say, how do you listen to it, speed."

"Yes, I will follow the master's decree." Zhao Qing'er clasped her fists naughtyly.

"If you don't learn and do not know how to use the word "Issue" to me? Go and move first, and when you arrive at the hotel, you will be punished to copy the "Issue a thousand times, and you will be fined."

Zhao Qing'er didn't realize something was wrong, so she stuck out her tongue, sniffed her mouth again, picked up the money on the table, and left happily.
Chapter completed!