After dreaming of getting rich, I dressed up as a collapsed idol

Chapter 110



Chapter 110

She has the mentality of an ordinary person and feels guilty about accepting things from strangers.

Lu Qingfeng's psychological transformation was very good, he said.

"Just accept it generously. You won't be able to find anyone if you return it. I'll return it when I have the chance in the future."

Yang Xiuxiu thought about it and realized that this was the truth, so she stopped talking and said.

"It's getting late. I've booked a restaurant. Let's go over there."

"it is good."

Lu Qingfeng packed up the gifts and moved them back to his room.

The two then went out and took a taxi to their destination. On the way, the neighbor's sister stopped and picked up a birthday cake from the cake shop.

The taxi finally stopped at a Northeastern Chinese restaurant called Fat Brothers.

"This restaurant has delicious food and generous portions. My colleagues and I have been here several times. They also have private rooms with Northeastern earthen kangs, which is quite interesting. Can you get used to it?"

"no problem."

Lu Qingfeng is not picky about food and is easy to feed.

Moreover, Northeastern cuisine, like Sichuan cuisine, suits the tastes of most people in the country.

For example, pork stewed with vermicelli, stewed in an iron pot, and chicken stewed with mushrooms, few people would think they are not delicious.

"That's good."

Yang Xiuxiu led him into the store.

The proprietress is from Northeast China, and her enthusiasm and accent make her so friendly.

"Big sister, here we are! That spot is reserved for you. See? It's by the window. The view is great."

"Oh my god, who is this guy? Why is he so handsome?"

Yang Xiuxiu had been here before and was used to it. After asking Lu Qingfeng for his opinion, she ordered the dishes with ease.

"Would you like some drinks?"

Putting down the menu, she suddenly asked.

"also,"

Lu Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

On the boss's recommendation, I ordered another draft beer.

Soon, the cold dishes and draft beer were served.

They each poured a glass and Yang Xiuxiu raised her beer.

"Let's have a drink first, and congratulations on becoming an adult."

“These Xiuxiu sisters.”

Lu Qingfeng smiled, clinked glasses with hers, and then drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking the ice-cold draft beer, the unique malt aroma of beer stimulates the taste buds.

Cool.

Drinking seems to be a thing that goes back a long, long time.

However, he himself is not addicted to alcohol. What he feels now is more of the joy of being an adult and breaking free from many constraints.

Yang Xiuxiu couldn't finish the drink in one gulp, and when she saw that there was no more wine in his glass, she hurriedly said.

"Why are you so serious? Just drink slowly. You'll get drunk easily if you drink like this. Eat something quickly."

As he spoke, he picked up some food for him.

"I just want to try it."

Lu Qingfeng smiled, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Like a fox that steals a chicken, with a deep sense of satisfaction.

Yang Xiuxiu felt something in her heart.

"How long have we known each other?"

Lu Qingfeng thought for a moment and said

"Not counting the casual acquaintances we had before, it should have been exactly three months since our first conversation."

He had a very clear memory of this time point, after all, it was the first day he had traveled through time.

"Time flies. Back then, you were about the same height as me, and your clothes didn't fit you. You were so skinny and small."

"It's completely different from now, except for the eyes."

Yang Xiuxiu pointed at his eyes.

"Ok?"

Lu Qingfeng stared at her with wide eyes.

"It was really strange. At that time, looking into your eyes, I had a very strong emotion. I felt that you must be hungry and needed help."

She recalled the previous scene and her expression was slightly confused.

Because before this, the two people barely knew each other, and suddenly inviting a stranger home for dinner was a very rash act.

It's not her personality.

Of course Lu Qingfeng knew what was going on, but he would not explain it to her.

Then he smiled and said.

"So we are destined to be together."

"really."

Yang Xiuxiu didn't have to delve into the matter. After all, the result was good.

The dishes were served quickly.

The two of them ate and talked at the same time, without being restricted by the topic, and could talk about anything.

After finishing the draft beer, I didn't ask for another one and switched to a drink.

While eating, Lu Qingfeng saw the girl next door suddenly look to the left behind him in surprise, put down her chopsticks and stood up.

He turned his head and saw a group of people coming down from upstairs.

The man walking in front was about forty-six or seventeen years old, a bit plump, his face flushed from drinking.

Following behind him was a poor man with frowning eyebrows and a middle-aged man with hair like dandelions.

Behind them was a middle-aged lady carrying a bag and three young people.

"Editor-in-Chief Wang, Deputy Editor Cai."

Yang Xiuxiu went over to greet him.

It turned out that he was the editor of "Children's Literature".

Lu Qingfeng knew the identities of this group of people and stood up.

"Hey, Xiao Yang, are you here to eat too?"

The crowd that came to the hall stopped and Wang Weimin spoke in surprise.

"Yes, I'm more familiar with this place, and the taste is good too."

Yang Xiuxiu explained.

"So, our little writer is here too?"

Old Qian spoke at this time and looked at Lu Qingfeng who was standing behind him.

The others also thought of this and looked over.

The young man standing there was wearing summer clothes and was a little thin, but he was tall and had long legs, broad shoulders and back, and his facial features were elegant and picturesque.

Standing there, you will feel a unique atmosphere that makes you forget the world.

Everyone in the editorial department was surprised.

Because they had watched the original interview and "Star Future", they also knew what Lu Qingfeng looked like.

But this change is too big.

Boys change a lot when they grow up?

Lu Qingfeng nodded slightly at them and walked over.

"Yes, this is Lu Qingfeng, the author of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory."

Yang Xiuxiu hurriedly introduced.

"Okay, okay, although this is our first meeting, we have known you for a long time."

Wang Weimin drank quite a bit and was quite outgoing. He grabbed Lu Qingfeng's hand and patted his arm.

"Hello, Editor-in-Chief Wang."

Lu Qingfeng looked like a good boy.

"you know me?"

Wang Weimin said confusedly.

"Sister Xiuxiu and I have talked about the editorial department, including Deputy Editor-in-Chief Cai, Editor Qian, Editor Chu, Editor Tang, Editor Wang, and Editor Zhou."

Every time he said a name, he looked at the corresponding person to prove that what he said was true.

"Good good."

Wang Weimin laughed even more happily.

Yang Xiuxiu felt a little embarrassed because she had complained about her work life a lot.

"You're not complaining about us, are you?"

Lao Qian hit the nail on the head.

Lu Qingfeng said with a smile.

"No, in Sister Xiuxiu's editorial department, Editor Qian is the most helpful person. He also contributed a lot to my work being published."

Chu Hongmei secretly curled her lips, after all, she had caused a lot of trouble in the past.

"And Editor Chu is very strict with manuscripts. Although there is pressure, it also helps me grow a lot."

Chu Hongmei didn't expect that she would be the one to be called upon, so she could only smile.

During the conversation, Lu Qingfeng was flawless, neither appearing too sophisticated nor too reserved.

Judging from everyone's expressions, the impression left was good.

"Then we won't disturb your birthday, Mr. Lu. We'll see you again sometime."

Wang Weimin and others also stayed a little longer, chatted for a few minutes, and then said goodbye and left.

Before leaving, Lao Qian kept looking at him, as if thinking about something.


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