Chapter 640: A Banquet That Doesn’t Enough to Eat

This may lead to two results.

If Yang Ling understood the general idea and took it with a smile, the scene would be harmonious, but what about after this time period when everything has settled?

If Yang Lingyue quits the game midway and walks away, both sides will suffer losses on the spot. Not only will Jiao Xiongping be directly put on the fire, but Yang Lingyue will also be affected. After this time, his methods may become more intense.

After bidding farewell to Jiao Xiongping, Zhang Junmi, who was waiting on the side, saw Yang Lingyue approaching. She had a rare expression of trepidation, but she heard someone say: "I won't disturb you tonight. I want to read some information. Bye."

Then Zhang Junmi looked at Yang Lingyue's leaving figure and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. In fact, if he made a request, she wouldn't refuse it. She didn't expect to get anything from him, it was just for adults to satisfy each other. , let alone such an excellent object.

Yang Lingyue is not pretending to be reserved, he really has something to do. Although he does not need to make a speech at the Taiyi Arts and National Taiwan University tomorrow, it is always necessary to be prepared.

He didn't even participate in the celebrations of the crew. He just bought some snacks on the roadside and returned to the hotel with the bitter Li Jing.

During this period, Fan Bingbing called and said that he would attend a business meeting tomorrow morning and would fly to Taipei at noon. Then he started talking about his trip to the port city.

Yang Lingyue said quickly: "Wait, let's talk about it when we meet. I'm busy."

"oops."

"Hang up."

"Okay, love you."

.....

The next day, Liu Peiqi and Liu Genghong got on the plane with Yang Lingyue and flew to Taipei. It took 50 minutes to take off and land and exit the station. The reason for the slow flight was that it was 100 kilometers. What else could Yang Lingyue do? Let's go back to Taichung and take our own plane. He doesn't need the gas money...

After that, Yang Lingyue went on his own, spending the morning at National Taiwan Arts University and the afternoon at National Taiwan University.

I just talked about some things that I need to learn in the Nortel Directing Department at Taiwan Arts. Other than that, I was very polite with other outstanding student representatives, listening to lectures, taking photos, shaking hands, and saying hello.

As for who I have met, who else can I meet in this land...

Attended the reception party in the evening, which was very unique.

After it was over, Yang Lingyue asked the waiter for a few plastic bags, and then, under the horrified gazes of all the "proud men of heaven", he packed up the dishes that no one had touched except him...

Yang Lingyue had a puzzled look on his face: "Huh? Didn't you take it home before you finished eating out? The fine tradition of diligence and thrift cannot be lost."

It doesn’t matter if a group of outstanding student representatives nod or shake their heads.

At this time, several capable men in suits came over after hearing the noise. They were at a loss for a moment. This place has been here forty or fifty years, and most of these dishes have been there for forty or fifty years, but no one has ever packaged them.

Yang Lingyue asked with a smile: "What? Can't you pack it? My girlfriend is still hungry in the hotel."

A man about forty years old wearing black-rimmed glasses said kindly: "Classmate Yang, don't pack it up. There are new ones in the kitchen. Let me get you one."

Yang Lingyue narrowed his eyes: "That's so embarrassing. No, this is all packed. Thank you for your concern."

The man nodded, said nothing, turned and left, and several capable men in suits also left.

At this time, a female classmate from Peking University gave a thumbs up: "Boss, you are awesome. Who is your girlfriend?"

Then, Yang Lingyue also discovered that this group of people also loved to hear gossip. Because they all looked over, he was very angry and said with a straight face: "Children, why are you asking about this? Your first priority now is It’s about learning and serving the country in the future.”

Everyone was speechless.

...

In the hotel room, Fan Bingbing, who was flicking the mouse and watching the news about the Golden Horse, suddenly jumped up. Of course, he didn't see anything scary on the computer, but heard the sound of the door opening.

"Ah, my dear, you are so kind. You even brought me food."

Yang Lingyue said with a smile: "No, it saves time."

Fan Bingbing said with a clear expression: "I knew it."

Then he pounced.

.........

Afterwards, Fan Bingbing looked at the dishes that the hotel had reheated with a curious look on his face.

She had just heard her boyfriend tell the origin of these dishes. She didn't understand what her boyfriend's purpose was. She just thought it was funny, but she didn't dislike it.

"Is this what the 'Presidential Fish' is?"

"It's called the bent-waist fish, and it comes from Sun Moon Lake."

"Isn't this just boiled cabbage?"

"Similarly, eat this scallop juice."

"This meat is delicious."

"No, this is called a meat-shaped stone. I ate all the two pieces next to it."

"Then how can you still bring me two pieces?"

"They don't even eat. If it weren't for the fear of waste, I would have packed away all the uneaten food on the table."

"My man is great, he knows how to get along."

"That's not the case."

Fan Bingbing, who had a greasy mouth, looked back at her boyfriend who was holding her and said, "My dear, when can I have the state banquet?"

Yang Lingyue taught him a lesson and said in a deep voice: "What a 'state' banquet, this is called a provincial banquet."

Fan Bingbing said dissatisfiedly: "Oh, I'm talking about the capital."

Yang Lingyue shook his head: "Then don't think about it, but our Mr. Zeng will eat it next year."

Fan Bingbing snorted, curled his lips, and continued to deal with the fish.

Halfway through the meal, he moved his butt and said angrily: "I'm not full yet."

"It's not good to eat so much at night."

"Hmph~"

Fan Bingbing snorted, but ignored him and stood up to continue eating meat.

Yang Lingyue let her do as she pleased. She was very casual now. The next film she had to shoot was "The Besieged City in October" in April. If she wore ancient costumes, it would be better if she looked plump.

During this period, Jiang Wen called. He didn't talk about "The Official Stealer" or the Golden Horse Awards, because his wife Zhou Yun gave birth to another fat boy.

Because they were close, Fan Bingbing heard everything clearly. Just as she was about to exclaim, Yang Lingyue glared at her, covered her mouth, and then made a "hush" gesture.

Yang Lingyue chatted with Jiang Wen for a few words. He didn't host a banquet or invite guests. He was a friend who had work contact. He only notified them in groups of three or two. Do you think they are good friends?

Damn it, what Jiang Wen wanted to express was: I have to take care of the confinement period. Don't bother me with trivial matters recently.

......

In the blink of an eye, it was the next morning, which was December 8.

Five members of Fan Bingbing's team boarded Yang Lingyue's plane, and of course Zhang Yi and Alia, who had already boarded, naturally congratulated him.

Fan Bingbing said with a smile: "When you were filming in Longcheng, I wanted to visit the set, but your director wouldn't let me."

Alia was in a good mood and said: "You just listen to others?"

Fan Bingbing pouted: "Of course not, they said I would disrupt the rhythm of filming, and seeing you two win the award, doesn't it prove that they are right."