I'm making soy sauce in the detective world

"Sir, can you give us a chance to have a meal with you guys."

A sleek man with a goatee smiled and looked at Uncle Maori, "Of course, this meal is for us to treat."

"I'm afraid it's not big..."

Before Uncle Maori finished his courtesy, Guangyou walked directly to the table, "Thank you, uncle for the treat."

"Sorry, the kid is not sensible."

Uncle Maori gave Guangyou a fierce look, but there was no reproach in his eyes, as if you knew my heart.

"It's okay, it just happens that I have something to ask you sir for help."

The goatee man waved his hand and said with a smile still.

After moving a chair into the seat, the goatee man did not hide his purpose. He wanted to invite Xiao Lan to play the heroine of their movie.

Xiaolan was flattered, her face blushing: "Can I also act?"

"If you want me to say yes, Sister Xiaolan is beautiful, with a good personality, and good skills. If she makes her debut, she will not be worse than Sister Yoko."

Guangyou interrupted heartily, "By the way, can I still order food."

"Of course, you try to order, don't be polite with us."

Guangyou nodded and said with a smile, "Thank you, uncle."

"Waiter."

Guangyou called the waiter and pointed to a fried rice on the menu, "This."

The goat man opened his squinted eyes slightly, and after taking a look, he squinted his beard with a smile.

"Except for this fried rice, let's have one each."

The hand stroking the beard paused slightly in the air. The man turned his head and asked Xiaolan: "Miss, what are you thinking about."

"Forget it, she would be ashamed if she doesn't read the lines well when she goes to the movie."

Uncle Maori interrupted and said, "If my daughter can have her father's eloquence as I can convince anyone, then I can still consider it."

It is naturally impossible for the goat man to give up like this. He wrote a blank check to Xiaolan. After what became popular, the elites of various industries and international stars can be seen anytime and anywhere, and they can be well integrated into the circle. What else Worldwide popularity and so on.

This made Xiaolan and Uncle Maori very excited.

But they forgot that if they really want to meet people in the upper class, it's really simple to say.

Not to mention the whole world, in Japan, the Suzuki Group has an absolute position in the upper class. Not to mention the daughter of the Suzuki Group, Suzuki Sonoko and Xiaolan are also best friends.

What's more, among the people present, Conan was also a well-known celebrity. It is no exaggeration to say that he was once the otaku goddess of the period in Japan.

Guangyou only remembered the name of the gods and goddesses of the house in his previous life. He was not very clear about it. After all, there were very few pure people.

"Uncle, can your movies really be exported overseas?"

Guangyou was a little curious on the side, always feeling that these people were too confident.

The goat man directly ignored Guangyou, looked at Xiaolan, and said, "What do you think of Miss?"

Hearing the empty check, Uncle Maori was a little moved and said, "Or Xiaolan, you can try it. After all, no one will be born."

Just as Xiaolan was about to nod, several other people who knew the goat man on the table said unkindly.

"Miss, you have to consider it carefully. It will be difficult to go back after the contract is signed."

"Yeah, who wants a producer here who puts a few intimate shots in the movie to make money regardless of the original work?"

"Intimate the camera?"

Xiao Lan was stunned, her face flushed.

After changing his attitude, Uncle Maori waved his hand quickly: "Forget it, Xiao Lan, you are not the material for acting, don't try, after all, you will be very sad if you fail."

"It makes sense."

Conan showed a serious look on his face, but a jealous feeling suddenly filled the air.

"I'm afraid to hear the intimate scene. I think you should not try it. It is not good to lose your life during the shooting."

The other middle-aged man with dark eyes closed his eyes, looking very calm, and seemed to be missing someone.

Although the goat man was embarrassed, he had to force his smile and said: "Don't scare her like that, she is a golden egg."

Xiaolan was a little shy in the face of praise, and hurriedly waved her hand.

But this wave of hands overturned the soup on the table.

Guangyou sat on the seat and waited for food. The table was not empty, but most of it did not meet Guangyou's appetite.

For example, some people love the preserved eggs on the table, but Guangyou respects them.

Glancing at Xiao Lan, frowning as she cleaned up, Guangyou stepped forward with concern and put her hand on Xiao Lan's forehead.

"Sister Xiaolan, you seem to have a fever."

Conan stepped forward and asked with concern: "Why don't you go to the hospital?"

"It's all right, it should be just a little cold."

Xiao Lan waved her hand and smiled at the two.

Guangyou went to the waiter and poured a glass of water, took out the cold medicine he had brought from his pocket and handed it to Xiaolan: "Sister Xiaolan, take some medicine first."

After Xiaolan thanked her, she ate the medicine Guangyou handed her.

"Thank you."

Conan approached Guangyou and said softly.

Guangyou was taken aback for a moment, then waved his hand: "Thank you, it's my own."

After speaking, Guangyou went back to his seat on his own, and several dishes came up.

Guangyou was not polite, and went directly to his side and picked up some dishes.

The taste is quite satisfactory, not particularly delicious, at the upper-middle level.

Eating food and drinking beverages, generally pretty good.

Xiaolan changed seats at the goat man's remarks, and reached the goat man's left hand.

The purpose is obvious, in order to let Uncle Maori reduce the degree of influence on Xiaolan's decision-making.

As for Conan, kid, it's not enough.

But Conan didn't think so. He didn't have any problems when he entered the show business circle, but he was not happy when he heard that there were intimate scenes.

I dragged the chair and sat directly between the goat man and Xiao Lan, looking like I didn't know anything.

"I want to eat curry rice!"

Conan knew that this was a Huaxia restaurant, but he still said with his voice that he wanted to eat curry rice.

Then he turned his head and said to Xiao Lan, "No curry, what's the point here, Sister Xiao Lan, let's go home!"

But Xiaolan would be wrong and picked up the Xiaolongbao from the table and stuffed it into Conan's bowl: "Conan, no one will grab the Xiaolongbao with you this time."

Uncle Maori snorted in his nose.

Some time ago, at the weekend, Guangyou got up early, so I made a few cages of Xiaolongbao for a few people to eat. The table that morning could be said to be "repellent".

Xiaolan ate a few too, and the rest fell into the belly of Uncle Maori and Conan.

Conan didn't mean this at all. He stared at the steaming steamed dumplings, and suddenly felt that life was boring.

Guangyou looked interesting, and didn't notice that the soup he scooped up was hot. Fortunately, he used to take a sip first and only burned his tongue.

Conan chuckled a few times, feeling a little bit more unhappy in his heart.

The tongue felt numb, so Guangyou drank a sip of water to relieve the pain from the tip of the tongue.

Guangyou glanced at Conan while drinking water, and Conan was half-squining at Xiaolan with a bit of resentment.

He has always been thinking about why Xiaolan, you don't understand my mind.

But he had never thought that Xiaolan thought the same way before.