On the Making of Steamed Bun [Net King]

Had dinner with Sakakitaro's family that night, and then... nothing more.

The date of the dinner party that was used as an excuse is getting closer and closer. Gan Meiya can receive ocean calls from her elder brother every day. There is one and only one theme, that is, she must go to the banquet. If this The theme is a little more detailed, that is, it is best to bring him a brother-in-law back after the banquet.

Gan Meiya sat cross-legged on the bed, resting her chin on her hands, staring blankly at the little dress on the back of the chair. She pursed her lips. As a reason to reply to my brother, will I be slapped again, and then refused to provide funds for future material purchases.

Why don't you just wear a small dress and go to the entrance of the hotel where the dinner is held to take a few photos to deal with it, but this will be regarded as a lunatic by others, right?She is a goddess, not a female nerve.

Or maybe the invitation to the dinner party was lost...

"Ah..." Gan Meiya yelled frantically, leaned back, and fell on the bed, the familiar ringtone came from her ear, she glanced at the caller ID on the screen, and couldn't help but wailed, But he still pressed the call button resignedly: "Brother."

"Have you gone out?" The voice in the dry tree came from the other end of the phone.

"...Well, in the car." Gan Meiya decided to open her eyes and tell nonsense.

"Oh? Really?" In view of his sister's previous convictions, Brother Gan seemed to be somewhat disbelieving what Gan Meiya said.

"Of course." When my sister treats her like this, I get drunk just thinking about it.Gan Miya couldn't help but reflect on herself, what did she do before that made her elder brother lose his trust in her.

"Then take a photo of you in the car and send it over," Gan Shuli said.

"...Brother, you're a little embarrassed to ask me to take a selfie in the car. I'll take a photo when I get to the scene and send it to you." Gan Meiya raised her hand and scratched her hair.

"Okay. Then I want to see the group photo." Gan Shuli reluctantly agreed with his sister's words, and immediately made his own request.

The so-called group photo has certain specifications. The person in the group photo must be male, the age difference should not be too large, the appearance should not be too ugly, and the most important thing is to be single.Although her brother didn't say it clearly, Gan Meiya already understood. She nodded, but found that her actions could not be transmitted to the other end of the phone through radio waves, so she could only respond.

Hanging up the phone, Gan Meiya pursed her mouth, rolled on the bed twice, then got up, tidied herself up, went out, took a taxi to the hotel where the dinner was held, got off near the hotel, and saw The young reporter was standing on both sides of the red carpet with a gun on her shoulders. She tugged at the coat she was wearing, clasped her arms around her chest, tapped her arms lightly with her slender fingers, looked left and right, smashed her mouth .

Time passed quietly, and the number of cars at the entrance of the hotel gradually decreased, but the reporters still had no intention of leaving. It is estimated that the finale guests had not yet appeared. Gan Meiya raised her hand and looked at the watch on her wrist. It was still time before the dinner began. In less than 3 minutes, she pursed her lips, a black Cayenne stopped, and the reporters waiting at the door became agitated, and saw a man and a woman getting out of the car, who seemed to be familiar, Qian Meiya frowned slightly pick.

A woman in a red floor-length dress held her husband's arm and walked into the hotel amidst the flashing lights one after another. The reporters also evacuated from the red carpet and walked towards the banquet hall, and Cayenne also left.

Gan Meiya walked to the hotel entrance, stood in front of the signature wall, took out her mobile phone from her bag, and was thinking about how to take pictures. After a while, the staff stepped forward and looked at Gan Meiya's photos suspiciously. Eyes, and then removed the signature wall, in order to avoid the fate of being regarded as a female nerve, Gan Meiya gave up the idea of ​​calling the staff, she raised her head, and hit the banner hanging at the entrance of the hotel superior.

"Teacher Gan, why are you here?" A deep voice came from not far away.

"Eh?" Gan Meiya turned her head, looked at the man in a suit standing behind her, and blinked her dark almond eyes, "Ah, Teacher Sakaki!"

"..." He never thought that he would get such an excited response just by calling out, Sakaki Taro was a little stunned.

"Ms. Sakaki, can I take a photo with me?" Gan Meiya trotted up to Sakaki Taro and said with a smile.The man in front of him fully meets the requirements of his elder brother.

Sakaki Taro looked at the woman standing in front of him who was not much shorter than him, his eyes fell on her clothes, and he frowned slightly: "Why doesn't Teacher Gan go in?"

"...I left the invitation letter at home." Gan Meiya randomly found a reason.

"Do you need me to take you back to get it?" Sakakitaro raised his hand and looked at his watch. There was still half an hour before the time he had agreed with his friend. It should be enough time to drive back and forth, but if it was not possible, he explained the reason to his friend An apology is fine.

"Uh... it's my home in Japan."

"..."

"So, please please." Gan Meiya clasped her hands together and looked at Sakaki Taro with pleading eyes.

"Why do you want to take a group photo?" Sakakitaro didn't take the mobile phone handed over by Kanmei.

"Prove that I have been here."

"..."

"Please, Sakaki-kun." Gan Miya said in a coquettish tone.

"...Okay." Sakaki Taro pondered for a moment, then reached out to take the phone.

Gan Meiya smoothed out the folds on the jacket that didn't exist at all. Standing beside Sakaki Taro, the faint scent of cologne entered her nose and stimulated the olfactory nerves. Her face was impeccable, as if it was a gift from the Creator, she pursed her lips, looked away, looked at the camera, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

The man is serious, the woman is gentle, this moment is frozen in the camera.

Gan Meiya looked through the photos, and expressed her gratitude to Sakakitaro with gratitude: "Sakaki-kun, thank you so much, you have done me a big favor."

Seeing the smile on Ganmei's face, Sakaki Taro couldn't help softening his facial expression a bit, and he nodded uncomfortably.

"I won't bother you. I'll treat you to dinner when I get back to Japan."

"Two meals."

"Eh?"

"This is the second time you have asked me to eat."

"Eh?" Gan Miya couldn't help but speak loudly, and he still remembered it.

"What's wrong?" Sakaki Taro pursed his thin lips.

"It's nothing. Don't worry, Sakaki-kun, I will definitely remember." Gan Meiya smiled brightly.

"...Ah." Sakaki Taro nodded. For some reason, he always had the illusion of being calculated, because every time his niece tried to tease him, he would show such a smile.

"Sakaki-kun, that day..." Gan Meiya recalled the day of dining in the restaurant, and said.

"Ah, it's nothing." Sakakitaro interrupted her without waiting for Kanmiya to finish.

Frowning slightly, Gan Meimei glanced at the expressionless Sakaki Taro, nodded slightly at him, "Sakaki-kun, I'm leaving first, let me say good night in advance." Then she turned and left.After turning around, where Sakaki Taro couldn't see, the smile on her face was even bigger: Well...it's really improving every time we meet, so if you continue like this, you won't be far from your goal.

Walking alone on the banks of the Thames, Gan Meiya stopped, turned around and lay down on the stone railing on the river bank, watching the yachts driving slowly on the river, the biting wind blew slowly, and the hair hanging on her temples was lightly blown. Flicking up, she took a deep breath, the cold wind made her shiver uncontrollably, at this time the mobile phone in her bag rang, she took out the mobile phone, looked at the caller ID, after a while, finally Pressed the call button: "Brother?"

"Who is the man in that photo?" The voice from the dry tree was still on the other end of the phone.

"Sakaki Taro-kun." Gan Meimei looked up at the "London Eye" changing colors in the distance.

"Didn't you go to a dinner held by some medical association? Isn't he a music teacher and tennis team consultant? How did you get together?" Although he was very satisfied with the man in the photo, he was still worried about the improvement of the elder brother who was fooled by his sister. Be extremely vigilant.

"I don't know what the organizer means?"

"The entrance of the dinner party is too simple."

"Frugality is a virtue."

"Aren't you synthetic?"

"...No." Why didn't she think of this trick, if she had known about it, she would have asked her nephew to synthesize a photo and send it over, so as not to stand here and drink the northwest wind at this time.

"Well, go back early after the dinner, don't forget your flight tomorrow afternoon." Seeing that every loophole he found had been explained by his sister, Gan Shuli didn't say anything more, and hung up the phone.

Gan Meiya looked at the phone that had been hung up, put the phone in the pocket of her coat, turned and left.

Sakaki Taro sat a little restlessly opposite his old friend whom he hadn't seen for a while, with a coffee cup in his hand, but he didn't take a sip for a long time. Seeing this, the silver-haired old man smiled and said, "What is Edward thinking? Do you think it's right?" What's the point of looking at me, an old man?"

"Ah?" Sakaki Taro came back to his senses, looked at the old man with a faint smile on his mouth, coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment, picked up the coffee and took a sip, only to find that he hadn't added sugar, and the slightly bitter taste was irritating Touch the taste buds in your mouth.

"Edward likes to drink cappuccino without sugar?" The old man laughed again.

Sakaki Taro blushed slightly, put the coffee cup on the white saucer, pursed his lips, and said, "Mr. John, the cappuccino without sugar is actually not bad."

"Really?" John glanced at Sakaki Taro, and the smile on his lips grew stronger. "I heard from Masako that Edward has an illegitimate son who is about the same age as Victoria. Do you have a photo? Can you show it to the old man?"

"..." Sakakitaro was taken aback for a moment, he didn't know that apart from his elder brother, even the pianist's sister-in-law joined the camp of gossip.

"Ah...Even though Edward is 12 years younger than Naoki, but the child is about the same age, it's a little unreasonable." Taro Sakaki was about to praise the old man's words, but the old man changed the subject, "But it also shows that Edward is very Excellent, girls like it at such a young age."

"..." Sakaki Taro took back the words he was going to praise just now, the old man is obviously already confused.