Chapter 63 Is it so happy to cling to someone’s thigh? (1 update)

I finally went to see my younger brother who was making a living in the entertainment industry. I couldn’t just go with two mouths to feed. She had so many good things here, and some of them must be shared with my younger brother.

After all, the entertainment industry is a disaster area where people judge people by their appearance. Clothes make the man, and saddles make the horse. No matter what, you still have to prepare your clothes.

When I heard that I had to choose a gift for the guy who was going to pay for the dinner tomorrow, the little parrot was very active. It was messing around on several camphorwood boxes and kept expressing its opinions.

Little parrot: "This hairpin is good! It’s made of mutton-fat jade, and it looks noble at first glance!"

Sang Yian thought about his younger brother’s short hair and thought that this hairpin was useless.

The little parrot: "This jade ring is nice, it's made of yellow jade, you can tell at a glance that it's not easy to mess with!"

Sang Yian took a look at it, and thought about his brother's hands that played the piano, okay, this can be had, put it in.

The little parrot: "This Buddhist beads are OK, they are made of golden nanmu, sent by the little prince, maybe they have been blessed!"

Sang Yian immediately put it in, regardless of whether it can prevent villains and ensure safety, this can completely replace a watch.

Those artists always wear seven-digit watches, and his brother has never worn a watch. After all, he is an artist, so he still has to wear something.

The little parrot thinks this gift is the most impressive, "This jade crown is great! You can tell at a glance that it belongs to the little prince, it is priceless!"

Sang Yian thought about it and put it in, after all, he was participating in a national style variety show, maybe he could really use it!

Finally, she still took a set of four treasures of the study. She didn't know if her brother's calligraphy had been thrown aside in the past few years, so she still had to practice it.

Of course, she picked out jade pendants, sachets, and even handkerchiefs. Since she was participating in a variety show, she still needed to get along well with everyone.

Seeing that the 20-inch suitcase was almost full, Sang Yian finally stuffed Lu Zexu's big sword in. Her brother also attended a martial arts interest class when he was a child.

It was light at four o'clock in the summer.

The breakfast shop in the village in the city has begun to get busy.

Sang Yian packed a large bag of snacks, a box of fat otaku happy water, and a luxurious bird cage on the passenger seat.

The car started and drove towards the capital.

If he hadn't agreed to take his father to the banquet, Sang Yian could have taken the high-speed train. Now that he wanted to take him with him, he had to drive.

Along the way, the little parrot was so happy. Sometimes it stood in front of the windshield, looking at the road ahead, and sometimes it flew out, turned around and came back, as if exploring the road.

When it got tired, it would plop down on the birdcage to catch its breath, or fly directly into the birdcage to eat some melon seeds or grapes, absolutely in the posture of going out for a trip.

It was already afternoon in Beijing. When Mu Chenan left the company, she saw a brand new Mercedes-Benz MPV. "Why don't you take the high-speed rail? Driving is so tiring."

Before Sang Yian could say anything, a little parrot flew out of the car and landed directly on her shoulder. "Let's eat! Let's eat!"

This was the first time that Mu Chenan saw a parrot speak. She found it strange and reached out to touch its fluffy head. "Let's go eat now. I've booked a seat."

"Now you know why I didn't take the high-speed rail, right?" Sang Yian was also helpless. She had been driving for a whole morning and her back was really sore.

"Then I'll drive. You take a rest first."

Mu Chenan took the car key and drove to a private restaurant specializing in roast duck. The roast duck in this restaurant is excellent. The owner has been making roast duck for his whole life. The store is not big, but it is full of customers every day.

This is a treasure shop. Mu Chenan usually can't bear to come here to eat.

Sang Yian hasn't eaten such authentic roast duck for a long time.

Unroll a piece of dough, add a piece of thinly shaved duck meat with skin and meat, dip it in the prepared sauce, and then put cucumber strips and scallion shreds. Wrap it in the dough like this, and take a bite. It's so delicious!

Sang Yian was so happy when he ate it.

The little parrot on the side was not happy, and jumped around anxiously on the table, "I want one too! I want one too!"

Sang Yian rolled up a roll neatly and put it on the plate in front of the little parrot, and then it was time to witness the miracle.

Mu Chenan saw the tiny little parrot take a bite, and the meat roll was gone by one third. When he looked up again, the whole meat roll he had just wrapped was gone.

Mu Chenan's eyes widened in shock, and he raised his hand and patted Sang Yian's arm, "Your little parrot can't get an upset stomach, right? Although I have never raised a parrot, but I remember that parrots are vegetarians, right?"

Sang Yian glanced at the little parrot who was drinking Coke with his head down, and smiled, "It's okay, my old man is different from others, he has extraordinary talents."

The little parrot burped and nodded. That's right, it is not a real parrot, it just borrowed the body of a parrot!

It stretched out its wings and said proudly, "Another one!"

Sang Yian couldn't help laughing, and quickly rolled another one and handed it over. The little parrot ate it happily.

"You haven't told me how you got such a big cake for me? Did you really win the lottery?" Mu Chenan asked doubtfully.

Sang Yian started talking nonsense in a serious manner. She talked about participating in the calligraphy award at the non-heritage exhibition.

"Why would an amateur like me participate in a variety show? I don't have the time, so I'm giving the contract to you."

Mu Chenan glanced at her, "I'm grown up now, do you think I'm still as easily fooled as I was when I was a kid? My contract is for the whole season, which is completely different from your calligraphy teacher's!"

Sang Yian began to make amends, "I forgot to tell you, the judge saw that I was very talented and insisted on taking me in as his apprentice, so I became his disciple. It just so happened that another apprentice of my master is the leader and chief investor of the national style variety show."

Mu Chenan's brain turned quickly, "Does that mean the chief investor of the national style variety show is your senior brother?"

"Smart!" Sang Yian continued to show off the roast duck.

Mu Chenan was still worried, "Is that all? You have nothing to hide from me?"

Sang Yian wrapped another parrot and handed it over, hiding his guilty conscience, "That's all. It's such a simple thing. There's no need for me to hide it from you."

Mu Chenan felt relieved for the time being.

Sang Yian thought of something and said worriedly, "The guests in this show are all big names. Don't let them bully you. If someone deliberately makes things difficult for you, go find the director."

Mu Chenan's mouth twitched, "I... am I so powerful backstage?"

Sang Yian nodded, "Anyway, I've told my senior brother that I can't let you be bullied on the show, and he agreed."

Mu Chenan: It turns out that there is someone above me.

Is this the happiness of clinging to someone powerful?