Before you knew it, it was the end of the month, and Shen Jiazhou's work, which had been spinning like a top, finally returned to normal.
The last weekend of December was also the day of the studio's annual meeting.
The annual meeting started at 5 pm, with people gradually entering. Dinner was served at 7 pm, followed by meals, games, a lucky draw, and the meeting ended at 9:30 pm.
Can Can, clinging to his uncle's back, watched his aunt put on her shoes and said, "Auntie, please come back soon, okay?"
Wen Shuqiao nodded and said, "Okay, I'll be back soon."
Can Can buried her face in her uncle's shoulder, but her eyes were still on Wen Shu Qiao: "Auntie, can your uncle come pick you up? We'll come pick you up together."
"No need." Wen Shuqiao had already put on her shoes. When she turned her head, she met eyes that were one big and one small.
She said helplessly, "Really, it's not necessary. I can just take a taxi back. It would be too much trouble for you to drive and pick me up."
Shen Jiazhou said, "It's no trouble at all. Cancan and I will just treat it as a walk to eat."
Can Can nodded on Shen Jia Zhou's shoulder: "Let's take a walk and eat!"
"Okay, okay, let's go for a walk." Wen Shuqiao said, "I'll send you the location later."
Shen Jiazhou nodded: "Yeah, drink less alcohol."
Wen Shuqiao put the tissues and phone into her pocket: "Don't worry, I won't drink."
She opened the door: "I'm leaving."
Seemingly knowing what they were going to say, he turned his head and said, "No need to see me off, you guys go and eat."
After saying that, he quickly closed the door.
They left the uncle and nephew in the room.
Can Can bit her uncle's neck: "Why won't you let me and Auntie go?"
Even though his aunt said she could take him out to play!
Shen Jiazhou tilted his head, trying to escape from the tiger's mouth: "Who taught you to bite people randomly?"
Can Can snorted, clearly very dissatisfied with her uncle.
Shen Jiazhou said, "Are you an accessory? Your aunt is playing with other children her own age, what are you going to do? Your aunt has to take care of you and worry about you running around."
"Then, then, then you can go too." Can Can said softly, "If you keep an eye on me, Auntie won't worry."
"You really know how to make arrangements." Shen Jiazhou carried him to the dining table. "But I still have work to do."
Can Can sighed, "Alright then, Uncle."
Shen Jiazhou said, "Don't sigh. My company will also have an annual party in a couple of days. Aunt Miaomiao and Uncle Linlin will be there."
Their company's annual meeting was scheduled for noon on the last day. They would have lunch, give out bonuses, and then take the New Year's Day holiday in the afternoon.
Then, he was going back to the Shen family home for a casual dinner that evening.
Before even going there, Shen Jiazhou already felt full.
He put Cancan on the chair. It was just the two of them today. Aunt Zhang had prepared a very lavish meal, all of which were Cancan's favorite foods.
Can Can took a bite of the braised shrimp and said, "My aunt loves shrimp the most."
Shen Jiazhou nodded: "I'll make it when Auntie comes back."
He took another bite of the steamed egg custard: "My aunt's steamed egg custard is the best, it's like pudding."
Shen Jiazhou continued to mumble "Mmm, mmm, mmm": "Auntie's back, let Auntie make it for you."
Can Can was unhappy: "Uncle, why can't you do it?"
"I can't cook, but I'll hire a chef." Shen Jiazhou put some vegetables on his plate. "Eat your food. Why are you so talkative? How about I enroll you in a crosstalk class?"
"What is crosstalk?" Can Can looked at him in confusion: "Uncle, I didn't say anything wrong. You can't do anything, but Auntie can do everything. You're an idiot."
Shen Jiazhou snorted.
The system suddenly said: "Baby, tell your uncle, 'The way to a person's heart is through their stomach!' After careful investigation, I know An'an's uncle can cook."
Can Can seemed to understand but not quite. He said, "Uncle, you have to grab the heart and then grab the stomach. Uncle An An can cook!"
The system repeated: "It's about capturing someone's heart..."
Before he could finish speaking, Shen Jiazhou looked at him and asked, "How did you know that Uncle An'an can cook?"
Can Can was about to speak.
The system responded even faster: [An'an said you can't reveal this to anyone.]
Can Can slowly uttered an "oh," and said, "An An said it."
Feeling a little guilty: "So this means I lied to my uncle."
"It's alright," the system replied lazily. "My uncle can withstand scams."
"But Auntie said..." Can Can was interrupted by the system before she could finish speaking: "A white lie is understandable, but you can't lie to others indiscriminately, and you must be able to discern whether others are telling the truth."
“What’s so great about Uncle An’an being able to cook? Your little uncle can do it too.” Shen Jiazhou put another chopstick of vegetables on Can Can’s plate: “I’ll show off my skills to you and your aunt when I’m done with my work.”
[Uncle is lying.] Even the system couldn't help but shake its head: [He can't cook at all; he only knows how to make instant noodles.]
Can Can silently ate the vegetables in her bowl without saying a word.
He dared not say anything more, afraid that his stomach would be in turmoil tonight.
Shen Jiazhou snorted, thinking to himself, what's so great about being able to cook? He, Wen Shuqiao, and Cancan never eat a single meal at his house!
*
When Wen Shuqiao arrived at the hotel, there were already quite a few people from the studio there, including not only the studio staff but also many magazine models.
She looked down at her phone, about to ask Zhong Qi if she had arrived, when she felt a tap on her shoulder.
Turning her head, she saw Xie Jingbei dressed in a suit, smiling at her: "Shuqiao."
Wen Shuqiao put her phone away: "Teacher Xie, you look really handsome today."
Xie Jingbei's smile deepened: "Thank you, you look beautiful today too."
After exchanging pleasantries, Xie Jingbei said, "Let me introduce you to a few people."
Wen Shuqiao raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat surprised. Xie Jingbei continued, "They are all industry experts, as well as some long-term collaborating models."
She felt a little embarrassed to accept the favor, since she wasn't familiar with Xie Jingbei. Just as she was about to politely decline, someone approached.
"It's been a long time, Jingbei." The person who came was also dressed in a formal suit, meticulous from head to toe, and tall. Xie Jingbei looked shorter standing next to him.
Xie Jingbei then said, "Shuqiao, this is Yan Ge, one of our long-term models."
Wen Shuqiao smiled and nodded at him: "Hello."
Yan Ge extended his hand to her in a friendly manner: "Hello, are you the studio's new model?"
Wen Shuqiao extended her hand and shook hands with him: "Hello, I'm Wen Shuqiao. I'm not a model from the studio, but an intern photographer."
Yan Ge looked at her face with some doubt and said, "But you look familiar. Have we met before?"
"I've never seen him before." Wen Shuqiao withdrew her hand. "He's a common face, so it's not surprising that he looks familiar."
Yan Ge listened to what she said, looked at her face several times, and finally couldn't help but say, "Sister, you're too modest."
Is this what you call a generic face? Then what is he?
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