Chapter 37: Showing Off

Wen Qingzhou was in very good condition for the magazine shoot throughout the afternoon. He originally thought he would have to work until 7 o'clock, but he finished it early at 5 o'clock in the afternoon.

"Qingzhou, are you hungry? Let's go eat first!" Xiao Ye said while packing up the things at hand.

"No, I ate a few slices of bread during the break, which can hold me up for a while. I'd better go back to my brother's place to eat!" Wen Qingzhou said, stretching his arms which were stiff from posing.

"Okay, as you say." Xiao Ye said with a smile.

By the way, the half wrap that Wen Qingzhou handed him this morning tasted pretty good, with a very fragrant sauce.

...After returning home, Wen Qingzhou threw himself on the bed and lay there for a while. When he heard the sound of the door, he went downstairs in his slippers.

"Brother, are you back?"

"Yeah." Wen Shuzhou responded and changed his shoes.

"Brother, are we going to Wen Miao's place now?" Wen Qingzhou asked.

"Three minutes, come over in three minutes, I'm going to change my clothes." Wen Shuzhou said as he walked towards the cloakroom.

"good."

Wen Shuzhou entered the cloakroom, took off his suit and changed into casual clothes.

"It's still more comfortable to wear like this!"

When Wen Shuzhou came out, Wen Qingzhou was already wearing shoes and waiting for him.

"Let's go!"

"Um."

...In Wen Miao's house, Wen Qingzhou turned up his nose as soon as he entered the door.

"It smells so good, Wen Miao, what delicious food did you make?"

"Dongpo pork." Wen Miao replied.

"We're having Dongpo pork tonight?" Wen Qingzhou grinned.

"Qingzhou." Wen Shuzhou couldn't stand his younger brother's silly look anymore. After all, he was a kid from a wealthy family, so why did he look so naive?

"Brother, I'm hungry." Wen Qingzhou pursed his lips and then looked at Wen Miao.

"Wen Miao, is there anything we can eat first?"

"There are scallion cakes, or you can eat one with some pickles first!" Wen Miao said after sweeping across Wen Qingzhou's face.

"Okay!" Wen Qingzhou's eyes lit up instantly.

"Come with me to the kitchen." Wen Miao didn't say much and went straight to work.

"Okay!" Wen Qingzhou followed happily.

"..."Wen Shuzhou behind him almost couldn't bear to watch.

A few minutes later, Wen Miao brought a pancake plate and two plates. Wen Qingzhou took a sauce plate and chopsticks and placed them on the dining table.

"You should eat one first. You must be hungry at this time after a day's work!" Wen Miao said to Wen Shuzhou with his head half lowered.

"Okay." Smelling the aroma of chopped green onions and soy sauce, Wen Shuzhou's half-empty stomach began to growl.

"You guys eat first, I'll prepare another dish, and then we'll start eating." Wen Miao said, turned and went into the kitchen.

"Brother, Wen Miao's scallion cake is really authentic." Wen Qingzhou said while biting a scallion cake rolled in pickles.

"Scallion cake, do you know the authentic way?"

"Of course, when I went there to film a movie before, I ate the scallion flower cakes from the scallion flower cake shop that is most recommended by the locals. The ones made by Wen Miao taste exactly the same as those from that cake shop, so authentic." Wen Qingzhou recalled.

"Isn't it confusing to talk like that? I'm afraid you still remember it!" Wen Shuzhou said while chewing a scallion cake.

"Of course I am an actor after all, and I can memorize my lines quickly and well. Many seniors have praised me." Wen Qingzhou boasted proudly.

"Isn't this the basic quality of an actor? Is it worth you to say it out loud?" Wen Shuzhou frowned and said bluntly.