Spoiled 宠坏

Chapter 7

In the case of language insufficiency, Han Yun got along with the children for a few days and even sat down to eat candy. Although it is impossible to communicate, the interpreter will convey the words of the guide when training on the runway.

Rehearsals don't need makeup, just the changing of clothes. After a few days of rehearsal, the show's director temporarily switched them in order to let them go. And the reason Han Yun insisted on coming every day was not just that the job was easy, that it was not a brain drain, but that there was plenty of food on the long dining table in the background.

If it weren't for these foods, Han Yun really didn't know why he came here every day, and people were living beings, wouldn't they expect to eat with a bite?

In the afternoon, as he walked out the backstage while looking down and playing with his mobile phone, Han Yun was enthusiastically dragged into a part-time fashion model group by several of his peers who thought he was a newcomer: "There's a lot of interview information in there, and we've been looking for a lot of jobs in the group before."

Han Yun looked at it, it is indeed a lot of information on interview jobs, there are many interesting buzzwords, and he has learned a lot. Then he replied, "I'm not going to be a model."

One of his colleagues was surprised to see him: "You're going into the entertainment business?"

Han Yun shook his head: "I don't know."

His face was dazed, and his colleague asked: "Transfer? Where?"

Han Yun fondly imagined that he had been an emperor, and of course he had to do a job that was almost decent, and he waved himself to think again.

Then his colleague asked him: "If you can rely on your face, why do you rely on your talent?"

Soon, he was baptized by the socialist values ​​in his mind.

He gradually began to understand that either he would die or he would have to follow the rules and become the original Han Yun, work to earn his expensive rent and food.

He went out backstage and saw a familiar car.

"It's going to be recorded in a few days, and you haven't called me."

Song Lin said he was invited to dinner, so Han Yun got in.

His eyes drifted unconsciously into the hair of others, and he wandered out: "Oh, forget it."

"What do you want to eat?" Song Lin decided to bring up the subject, since anyway the person is in his car already.

"Whatever you want," Han Yun paused, and the setting sun crossed his face. A little light came out of his eyes, "Anything's delicious."

Song Lin laughs: "Okay, then I'll take you to eat dinner. I haven't been back in three years, I've forgotten."         

Han Yun also said, "I don't eat western food."

Song Lin: "Then I will take you to a private restaurant next to the Forbidden City. I heard that the chef there is an imperial cook who cooks for the emperor."

"Imperial chef?" Han Yun recalled that he once had extravagant meals a day, and was filled of expectations as he thought of it.

Song Lin laughs: "It's hard to say whether it's true or not."

When he arrived at the restaurant, with only one bite, Han Yun knew it was not a true chef, even if it was not a true story.

Although he was disappointed in his heart, he soon got better, and self-consolation tasted good, always better than eating peaches.