Seeing that the woman knew Li Zhao, the driver hesitated and slowed down the car, but did not stop. Instead, he waited for Yan Ting's signal.
"Stop the car." Yan Ting said expressionlessly. He touched the white gloves placed next to him, suddenly paused, turned his head to look at Li Zhao who was sitting next to him, and took his hand back.
Li Zhao looked at Yao Shasha who was smiling warmly at him, and unconsciously moved closer to Yan Ting. Realizing that he might be a little rude to the lady, he quickly sat back in his seat and opened the window halfway: "Sister Shasha, what happened?"
"My car broke down a bit, and I don't know how to fix it." Yao Shasha smiled apologetically at Li Zhao: "I have another announcement to attend this afternoon, could you please give me a ride?"
Sending you a ride means not being able to eat. Going to eat hot pot with Yan Ting = coupons cannot be used = wasting money = making Yan Ting wait for so long in vain. In a flash, countless thoughts flashed through Li Zhao's mind. Finally, he looked at Yao Shasha with an even more apologetic and helpless expression: "I'm sorry, Sister Shasha, I have something important to do at noon and can't send you there. I have the phone number of the organizer's staff here, how about I ask them to come and help you arrange a car?"
Originally, he wanted to call an online taxi for Yao Shasha, but when he thought about the money being deducted from his account, he had to pretend to forget that he had this option because he was so stingy and poor.
"How can I trouble you?" Yao Shasha's expression was stiff for a moment, and then she suddenly leaned over, as if she wanted to get closer to Li Zhao in the car. Li Zhao moved back: "Sister Shasha, what else do you want?"
"It's okay." Yao Shasha looked at Li Zhao, who wished he could stay ten meters away from her. The charming look on her face finally turned into a blank expression: "We are going to Xiangguo TV to record a program in two days. I look forward to meeting you."
Li Zhao waved quickly: "Goodbye!" Then he couldn't wait to close the window and leaned back in the chair, as if he had just survived a catastrophe.
"Is she your friend in the crew?" Yan Ting asked.
"Not really a friend, at most...a colleague." It was not appropriate to speak ill of other girls in front of his own sex, so Li Zhao stuffed the peeled orange into his mouth to calm his nerves.
When he first joined the crew, Yao Shasha was quite satisfied with his face. One night, she came and knocked on the door with her hair loose and in pajamas. He was so scared that he thought the hotel was haunted and refused to open the door.
From then on, Yao Shasha never looked at him straight in the eye again. The other people in the crew laughed at Li Zhao, but Li Zhao thought it was best to ignore him. Who wanted to be friends with an actor who knocked on the door in the middle of the night to scare people?
Yao Shasha looked at the car that was driving away impatiently and couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "You poor guy who doesn't understand romance deserves to be a single dog who can't find a woman in his life!"
The assistant seemed not to notice the ferocious look on Yao Shasha's face. He whispered a few words in her ear, and Yao Shasha's expression gradually eased.
Li Zhao stood ten steps away from the hot pot restaurant, hesitating: "Something is wrong."
He looked at the empty store and said to Yan Ting, "I heard that this store has good business and there will be a long line at mealtime. Why is there no one here today?"
No business today? He turned his head and glanced at Yan Ting who had come to pick him up. He couldn't let his buddy make this trip in vain, so he walked towards the smiling waiter at the door with the coupon in his pocket: "Hello, are you open as usual today?"
"We are open as usual today. Please come in." The waiter smiled even more warmly: "Please follow me."
Li Zhao waved to Yan Ting and took Yan Ting into the store.
"Welcome." The waiter who was wiping the table stood up and smiled at them gently, which made people feel warm but not awkward.
There were no guests in the entire lobby. The waiters passing by greeted them with smiles, and their service attitude was comparable to that of a top hotel.
How can the service attitude of a store where the average consumption per person is less than two or three hundred be so good?
He secretly pulled Yan Ting's sleeve and whispered, "Did this store change its owner? Why is there no customer?"
So can his coupon still be used?
Not long after I finished speaking, several guests pushed the door and walked in, talking and laughing very naturally. One of them asked the waiter about the coupon, and the waiter replied that the coupon could be used normally.
Li Zhao felt relieved.
There were not many other customers in the restaurant, so the waiter led them to a private room. "You two gentlemen are the first table of guests since the launch of our service attitude upgrade plan, so we specially arranged a luxurious private room for you and will give you some of the freshest dishes. I wish you a pleasant meal."
There is such a good thing? Li Zhao, who has had bad luck since childhood, has the illusion that his luck is changing.
Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked at Yan Ting. Ever since I helped Yan Ting last time, the web drama he starred in suddenly became popular, and I can even get discounts on meals. Could this be the legendary free luck?
"Tingting..." Li Zhao put his hand on Yan Ting's shoulder: "Do you usually have good fortune?"
"Hmm?" Yan Ting didn't push away the hand on his shoulder, nor did he care about Li Zhao's strange name for him. Instead, he picked up the electronic ordering machine and selected the dishes on it: "Why do you ask?"
"I was poor for twenty years, but after I met you, I suddenly saw the dawn of making money." Li Zhao said seriously: "Tell me, is this the good luck you brought me?"
"Good luck?" Yan Ting's actions of placing the order slowed down slightly. He looked at Li Zhao with a slightly strange look in his eyes: "Do you think I brought you good luck?"
"Of course." Li Zhao patted Yan Ting's arm twice, dragged the stool closer to Yan Ting, and was in a very happy mood: "At the end of last year, Brother Xiaoyuan spent fifty yuan to have someone tell my fortune. The fortune teller said that although my fate in the first twenty years was unfortunate, as long as I don't give up on my fate, I will meet a noble person, and from then on I will be rich and prosperous, and I will never have to worry about food and drink. I think this noble person may be you."
"My dear..." Yan Ting stuffed the ordering device into Li Zhao's hand: "Don't be superstitious."
"It's not superstition, it's mysterious metaphysics." Li Zhao took his hand off Yan Ting's shoulder and looked through the order record: "Why did you order only a few dishes? There's not even tripe or duck blood. Do you have any dietary restrictions?"
"No." Yan Ting stroked the white porcelain teacup and took a sip of tea.
"Then leave the ordering to me." Li Zhao ordered the dishes skillfully. Worried that Yan Ting couldn't handle spicy food, he specially ordered the Yuanyang slightly spicy hotpot base: "I'm an expert at eating hotpot."
The waiters served the dishes incredibly quickly, and each dish was so fresh that Li Zhao suspected that they had to pick the meat and vegetables on the spot to achieve such freshness.
"Sir, this is the dish we give you as a gift, and there is also a member discount card." The waiter handed the card to Li Zhao: "From now on, whenever you bring friends to consume, you will enjoy a 70% discount."
"Thank you." Li Zhao took the membership discount card, raised his eyebrows at Yan Ting, and screamed in his heart: Tingting, you are indeed my benefactor!
Li Zhao's eyes were so straightforward that Yan Ting could tell what he was thinking at a glance. The hot pot soup base has boiled and is making gurgling sounds.
He picked up the lettuce leaves and put them into the pot.
"Wait, the lettuce can't be put in first." Li Zhao held his hand and said, "Letting food enter our stomachs at the most appropriate time is the greatest respect we can give to it."
Looking down at the back of his hand that was being held down by Li Zhao, Yan Ting put the piece of lettuce that was teetering on the chopsticks back on the plate: "Okay."
"You can put a few slices of beef in first, but don't cook it too long, or it will affect the taste." Li Zhao poured the ingredients into the pot, scooped them up based on his experience, and put them into Yan Ting's bowl with a serving chopstick.
"Do you like garlic?" He glanced at Yan Ting's oil dish, which contained nothing but oil.
“Not annoying.”
"Then why not try adding some garlic to the oil dish? A dish without garlic will make the hot pot lose its soul." He put the bowl of garlic in front of Yan Ting: "Do you want some?"
Yan Ting scooped a little into the bowl with a small spoon, turned around and saw Li Zhao still staring at the garlic bowl, so he added another small spoonful, and then watched again and added more. Unconsciously, under Li Zhaoliang's sparkling gaze, he added minced garlic, chopped green onions, crushed peanuts, oyster sauce and vinegar to the oil dish. The only thing he did not compromise on was the coriander.
The tender and smooth beef rolls 360 degrees in the oil dish. The moment it enters your mouth, the aroma instantly fills all your taste buds.
"It's delicious." Li Zhao almost suspected that the beef he had eaten before was fake, because the meat today tasted so good. He secretly glanced at the price of the beef. It was so cheap that he suspected that the boss must have a mine at home to afford his willful behavior.
"It's ready. Come and try it." Li Zhao helped Yan Ting blanch the duck intestines. Seeing Yan Ting biting on the duck intestines in small pieces, he couldn't help laughing: "Tingting, it seems that you really don't eat hot pot often. This is the way to enjoy the duck intestines."
The duck intestines are soaked in the oil dish for a few seconds, coated with various seasonings, and all picked up and put into the mouth. The crispy, tender and smooth feeling when chewing can perfectly please the tongue of a foodie.
Yan Ting discovered that every dish seemed to become miraculously delicious when it entered Li Zhao's restaurant. He imitated Li Zhao and put the whole piece of duck intestine into his mouth.
In fact, it was not delicious. Facing Li Zhao's expectant eyes, he slowly swallowed the duck intestines, wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, and nodded slowly: "Not bad."
"Hehehe." Li Zhao smiled proudly and served the dishes more flexibly. He did not let the waiter interfere the whole time. In the end, the waiter simply retreated quietly, leaving the space to them.
At the end of the meal, Li Zhao cooked a few slices of vegetarian dishes as a token of his appreciation and shared them with Yan Ting.
"After eating, you must eat a few chopsticks of vegetarian dishes to have a sense of ritual when eating hot pot." Li Zhao said nonsense seriously: "Guess why?"
Yan Ting asked cooperatively: "Why?"
"Because this will tell my brain that the meal I ate today was a healthy way of eating, and I won't gain weight." Li Zhao lifted his sleeves and exposed his arms: "Look, this is the secret to why I don't gain weight."
Yan Ting was silent for a few seconds: "Don't be superstitious."
"It's metaphysics." Li Zhao still insisted.
While Li Zhao and Yan Ting were happily eating hotpot, Zhang Xiaoyuan posted a Weibo using a Weibo account that had only a few zombie fans.
Brother Xiaoyuan: My child is really ignorant. When he met a female artist from the same crew whose car broke down, he only knew to ask someone for help but didn’t know how to send her back. I asked him why, and he actually said that he was afraid that others would misunderstand his female colleague. What does he, a kid who just turned twenty, know? Who would misunderstand a female colleague because of him? Today, I am still an agent who worries about artists with low emotional intelligence.
This account was registered a few days ago, so no fans of the drama knew that this was Zhang Xiaoyuan, who they asked to get out of the entertainment industry alone not long ago.
The author has something to say: Zhao Zhao: Come, let me teach you the correct etiquette of eating hot pot.
Tingting, expressionless: ...
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