Jiang Jun sat at the dining table, watching Gao Shengmei eat while praising her: "This beef noodle soup is so delicious! I've never eaten noodles so delicious!"
Sister Liu was puzzled: "Xiao Jiang, these noodles are delicious, why don't you try some too? Or, how about I make you another bowl of porridge?"
Ever since Jiang Jun entered the house, washed, changed clothes and came downstairs, she still looked so beautiful, but unfortunately her face had never relaxed. She just filled a bowl of noodle soup and didn't eat a single bite of the noodles.
Gao Shengmei put down her chopsticks and said, "Aunt Liu, Xiao Jiang is too soft-hearted. She started crying when she heard Xiao Fei's report."
Sister Liu was startled. "Oh, what did Xiaofei say? Xiaojiang is crying just listening to it. So Director Ye must be crying too, right?"
Gao Shengmei shrugged: "Oh, that's true. After all, we are a family. I cry when I hear that my relatives are hurt. Oh, that's right!"
Sister Liu was nervous: "Ah? Xiaofei is really injured? Where is he injured? Is it serious? Is he healed?"
The three children of the Chen family were all raised by Sister Liu, just like her own children, and they are dear to her heart.
Gao Shengmei shook her head. "Xiao Fei wasn't injured. He just had frostbite on his hands and face. But I think they're all healed now. There aren't any scars or scabs left. He was really popular when he gave his report. The people in the audience clapped their hands until they were red. He applauded the longest."
Sister Liu smiled and said, "Xiao Fei has been smart since he was young and can take care of himself."
I'm glad I wasn't injured. If I were really injured, even if I had recovered now, Director Ye would have been nagging me for several months.
Jiang Jun pushed the scallion egg soup in front of him towards Gao Shengmei: "Drink this bowl of soup."
She was preoccupied and had no appetite at all.
Sister Liu brought out the Astragalus Pork Rib Soup: "Xiao Jiang, drink this bowl of soup. I'll make another bowl for Director Ye. Young people need to grow and can't go hungry."
Jiang Jun waved his hand. "No, I don't want to drink it anymore. How about you make me some rice porridge? Make it thinner. I'll drink it like water later."
Gao Shengmei sighed. "Xiao Jiang, do you think Yue Peng would eat our meal? If he knew you weren't eating anything, would he feel like he'd made a profit or a loss?"
Normally, Jiang Jun would have laughed out loud after hearing Gao Shengmei say that, but unfortunately, her mind was still not fully recovered at the moment: "He was just joking, right? Sitting with Uncle Gao and the others, he eats three servings by himself, I think Aunt Ye will be scared."
Gao Shengmei curled her lips and said, "He's such a disgusting guy, he's such a talker!"
Jiang Jun said casually, "I think he really wants to talk to you."
Gao Shengmei was shocked exaggeratedly: "I think he really wants to piss me off!"
Jiang Jun tried to concentrate on recalling Yue Peng and the look in Yue Peng's eyes when he saw him in the auditorium. "Have you known him since childhood? I think he remembers you, but you don't have much impression of him."
This was the longest sentence Jiang Jun had spoken since he came out of the auditorium, and it was also the one in which he was most in tune.
Seeing that Jiang Jun seemed to have returned to normal, Gao Shengmei quickly continued the conversation, "I've never met him! I know his dad. He used to be in the same regiment as my dad, but later we were no longer in the same unit. They still wrote letters and sent each other photos and stuff. That Yue Peng said he remembered me, so he must have seen my photo!"
Jiang Jun said, "Then he recognized you the moment he met you. How come you don't remember him?"
Gao Shengmei was shocked: "How many photos can a soldier take? How many photos of me do we have at home?"
After joining the film studio, Gao Shengmei had the unique advantage of photography. She had as much film as she wanted and as good photographers as she wanted. They traveled to many places to shoot movies, and whenever they visited a nice place, they would take a photo as a souvenir. The Gao family already had more than a dozen photo albums of Gao Shengmei.
Jiang Jun was too distracted to notice Gao Shengmei's crude and illogical comments. The letters their fathers exchanged must have been sent in the past, while the Gao family's photo albums were all current. "No matter what, they're more attentive than you."
Gao Shengmei scoffed, "What do you mean by meticulous? I've been out of the company for a long time. How can I remember so many films every day at the factory? He wears a military uniform every day. Maybe he's a scout. He can remember everything after just one look. Isn't that normal?"
Sister Liu, who spends her days shopping for groceries, cooking, and doing housework, is most sensitive to food, sex, and so she chimed in: "Who are you talking about? Is Xiaomei dating? Where is she from? Was she introduced to someone, or did you meet them yourself?"
Gao Shengmei felt helpless. She was thinking about trying her best to cheer Jiang Jun up, but who knew the topic would turn to her own marriage. Why did everyone think she had to find a partner? "Aunt Liu, please stop interrupting me. If I say I've found someone, how come I don't know it myself?"
Sister Liu asked enthusiastically: "Xiaomei, what kind of person do you want to find?"
Gao Shengmei said without hesitation: "Well, first of all, you have to look good!"
There are so many male actors in the film studio, with different temperaments, some are heroic, some are elegant, anyway, they all look good wherever they go. If I find someone who doesn't look good, how can I bring him to the film studio? The actresses will laugh at me!
Sister Liu counted on her fingers: "It looks good, what else?"
Gao Shengmei thought: "He has to be tall! He can't be shorter than me!"
Sister Liu nodded: "Tall is also considered good-looking. Tell me something else."
Gao Shengmei scratched her head and looked at Jiang Yun: "I can't think of anything else, can you help me think of it?"
Jiang Jun blinked and thought seriously, "If you ask me, a pretty face doesn't make any money. Well, whether she's pretty or tall, I don't think it matters."
Gao Shengmei glared at him and said, "You found someone good-looking and tall, and then you tell me it's not important?"
"Huh?" Jiang Jun was taken aback by Gao Shengmei's retort, then laughed: "If she's good-looking and tall, that's just a bonus. When looking for a partner, you should look for someone with good character and a desire to make progress."
Gao Shengmei scratched her head again and continued to glare at Jiang Jun: "So what do you want for five dollars?"
Jiang Yun spread his hands: "He is the one who likes me!"
"Okay, then tell me, besides being a good person, ambitious, good-looking, and tall, what do you like about Five Dollars?"
“I can cook!”
Gao Shengmei almost spit out the noodle soup: "Can you cook?"
Jiang Jun raised his chin proudly. "Of course, I'm not asking him to cook every day. But if a man can cook delicious food, it means he's particularly caring. Why don't you ask Yue Peng if he can cook when you meet him later? I think he can cook delicious food too!"
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