The next day, they finally went out to watch the movie.
The package was tightly wrapped, and when Zhong Jiuyin entered the hall, he felt that they were here to be thieves.
The movie looks good, but half of Zhong Jiuyin's thoughts are on the meal later, and she gets distracted as she watches.
There were only two of them in the couple's hall. Yan Cheng held her hand. When he saw the plot turning, he asked her: "How do you think of my performance?"
She replied absent-mindedly: "It's OK."
Yan Cheng: "But there is no me in this plot."
"..." Zhong Jiuyin questioned him, "Why are you still fishing and enforcing the law? You. I'll get distracted."
"Are you distracted? Your soul is almost out of your body. Are you thinking about eating?" Yan Cheng handed her a large cup of drink on the seat handle.
She took it and sucked it, and said the same thing: "I'm not ready yet."
"Most things won't come until you're ready. Let's relax, my mother is also very nervous. Maybe she won't ask you a word during the meal time, you just need to eat."
Zhong Jiuyin looked at him: "Can aunt be that nervous?"
Reasonably doubted that he was talking nonsense.
Yan Cheng said: "You first meet your boyfriend's mother, and it is also the first time she meets her son's girlfriend. It's all the first time, and you will be nervous."
"I am nervous because I am worried that maintaining bad etiquette in front of my elders will leave a bad impression." But the elders didn't say this when they saw the younger generation.
Yan Cheng could really follow the same words: "My mother is also worried about leaving a bad impression on you. After all, you have to get along with each other often in the future."
"...Huh." Zhong Jiuyin leaned away from him, with a very outrageous expression on her face.
He really dares to think that the character acts as a great genius in the movie, and he himself acts as a great dreamer under the curtain.
When Yan Cheng saw her expression, he knew that she hadn't thought about what was going on, and he pulled her back with a calm expression.
"The movie has an hour to end, and there are many high-energy plots later. You can take a look at them twice. So, I won't have to ask about your plot later. You can't answer the answer, and the two of them can only stare at a big eye."
She took his hand away and remembered a sentence: "However, all the embarrassment that would happen is because you didn't adjust well in the middle."
Yan Cheng: "Well, that sentence refers to the relationship between the daughter-in-law and the mother-in-law."
"…shameless."
Obviously scolding him, he turned his head and smiled at her, holding her hand and never letting go.
The air conditioner was already on in the hall, but his hands were hot. After holding hands, it made her palms sweat.
Zhong Jiuyin wanted to break away, but it happened that the male and female protagonists in the movie were leaning tightly. Seeing that they were about to hug each other, Yan Cheng suddenly pulled her closer, and his lips touched his lips and drove straight in.
After kissing, the male protagonist was slapped on the face and stood silently, with a bgm very sad.
Zhong Jiuyin raised the left hand of God and asked him: "Do you want me to slap you as the plot progresses?"
Yan Cheng rubbed the corner of his mouth and asked, "Where are you hitting?"
"……hello."
Yan Cheng: "?"
Zhong Jiuyin ignored his clarification and solemnly reminded him: "Don't say such guiding words in front of your parents, so as not to be led by you. Do you hear me?"
Yan Cheng was silent for a moment and told a fact: "I didn't seem to say anything guiding."
"I said you said it, that's what you said."
Yan Cheng: “…Okay.”
An hour later, the movie ended and Zhong Jiuyin was about to go to the battlefield.
Their scenes and the large-scale movie theater scenes are staggered. There are not many people walking with them when they go out, but there are a few movie fans who come out of the bathroom discussing the plot.
Zhong Jiuyin heard it and pulled Yan Cheng over and asked in a low voice: "Tell me again, what story does this movie mainly tell?"
Yan Cheng: "..."
When he arrived at the restaurant, Zhong Jiuyin said less and said nothing on the way to the private room. Yan Cheng looked at her several times and felt that she was solemn now that she was going to be a spy in an anti-Japanese drama. She was calm on the surface and struggled in her heart.
"Don't be so nervous, I'll say it later..."
"I'm no longer nervous," Zhong Jiuyin took a deep breath, walked to the door of the private room and said, "Push the door."
Yan Cheng could only take over the job of the waiter and opened the door with one arm to let her in.
Like a doorman who opened the door for the bride at the wedding, watching her walk towards the distance of happiness.
"Hello Auntie," Zhong Jiuyin had already shaken his mother's hand, and nodded with his father to show off, "Hello Uncle."
Then I was concerned about the food: "It turned out to be this restaurant. I happened to have a few dishes that were delicious. Can uncles and aunts try it? Waiter?"
The waiter passed Yan Cheng at the door and walked in to order food.
"..." Yan Cheng hung his thick coat on the clothes hanger in the private room and sat among them like an outsider.
It’s not like someone who brings his girlfriend to meet his parents, or someone who is brought to him by his boss to discuss cooperation.
But he wanted to laugh for no reason, his hand blocked the corner of his mouth and did not dare to let Zhong Jiuyin see it.
Tong Bianxue liked Zhong Jiuyin's arrangements very much. After ordering the dishes, she started chatting from today's movie, omitting the awkward test time in the middle. Both sides quickly became enthusiastic and talked about her previous drama.
"I watched your single-player edit, and that outfit looks so good. I also watched the variety show you played together. You are so amazing, you can hold Yan Cheng to the ground and tear him."
Yan Cheng's eyes twitched: "Mom."
Tong Bianxue: "What's wrong? Isn't it true that people can tell me?"
After saying that, I sincerely thanked Zhong Jiuyin for saving Yan Cheng twice.
"The first time I didn't see it, I couldn't feel it intuitively, but the time you were on the variety show, he fell off the rostrum. Thank you for taking it, otherwise I would have to go to the hospital to see him that day."
Zhong Jiuyin: "It's just as close as possible, otherwise I won't be able to catch it."
Tong Bianxue nodded and changed the topic: "So it's time to ask him to take care of you more. If you have nothing to do, let him stew the soup at home. His craftsmanship of stewing the soup is OK."
"Ah..." Why did you talk about living together at once?
She thought for two seconds and said with a smile: "He stewed soup is delicious, but he has only been able to drink it twice recently. He was worried that paparazzi would block me and moved it here. I will join the crew to film after the Spring Festival.
Then, no need.”
Only then did Yan Cheng find the opportunity to speak and said calmly: "You can order soup from outside after filming. But she wants to keep her brain healthy and doesn't like to drink soup. She didn't even drink two sips of the five-finger hair peach chicken soup she stewed last time."
This is what Tong Bianxue is good at. When talking about the knowledge of stewing soup, Yan Cheng also asked him to remember which soups are used to nourish the brain and when should each ingredient be added.
Zhong Jiuyin listened and looked around, and the tension slowly disappeared. Sure enough, when people meet the industry they like, mutes can recite 3,000-word essays fluently.
But Yan Cheng humbly asked for knowledge about stewing soup, which was a bit strange. It seemed that the full-time husband was learning how to make his partner eat better... and he had a strong sense of conflict with his appearance, temperament and personality.
It was bad, and it was tempting to her without saying anything.