Chapter 540: Ultraman and Little Monsters

Follow the group?

Lu Chuan couldn't help but think of his author friend who took the script—

After returning from being a screenwriter for three months, he was haggard and weak. He rested for half a year and his writing inspiration didn't come out. When asked, it was a curse:

"The script was changed back and forth. There were problems in the middle of the night. The director asked to change, the producer asked to change, and the props also came to make suggestions, saying the investment was small and don't make big scenes!"

"Finally, the group acting group also came to make suggestions, saying the producer don't want big scenes with more than eight people..."

"The lead actor is even more amazing! Professional, and memorized lines—as a result, he memorized them wrong and refused to ng, leading to the plot behind not being able to keep up, and I have to change it!"

"Screenwriter? Even dogs don't do it!"

He remembered the other party's irritable appearance, and his scalp tightened at this moment, and he refused decisively: "I don't have any experience as a screenwriter. Chatting is fine, but following the group is unnecessary."

Editor Yun Feng also understands screenwriters, and laughed: "I understand, I understand! People are just asking, this is not in the contract, not to mention your status, screenwriter is another price."

"Since this is the case, then don't mention it first. It will be a toss for a while to choose the scene before it is established."

While talking, he packed his things: "Do you want to buy any vegetables? I'll bring them over on the way."

Lu Chuan thought about it—there are pickles, sauces, and dried vegetables at home, just no meat, so he said directly: "Then you buy some meat, buy whatever meat you want to eat."

Okay!

Lu Chuan's craft...

Honestly, if he doesn't be an author and sells private kitchen dishes, he can definitely make a lot of money! Editor Yun Feng packed his things, decisively skipped work and ran away, and had to say a symbolic sentence before leaving:

"I'm going to send the contract to the author."

Song Tan really received Lu Chuan's message:

"Thank you, things have been received, very delicious. But no need to send anymore, I have accepted the intention. I followed the store, you can buy it yourself if you need it."

"Also, there is some white wine at home that no one drinks. After you receive it, you can leave it for your family to taste."

Except for express delivery communication, the two can be said to be completely unfamiliar. Lu Chuan's words were carefully considered, and it was actually extremely difficult to reply.

Harder than his coding!

However, Song Tan only looked at it once, thinking that it should be sent! Otherwise, wouldn't people's burns be in vain?

How to say it has to be repaired slowly, right?

So the universal reply:

"Okay!"

Then put the phone down and went to help Brother Xiao Zhang drag the box—a large square box, written Song Tan received. She remembered the message just now, and thought that people had sent all the wine in the warehouse.

As a result, after opening it—one by one, they were all square acrylic boxes, and inside were Ultramans with different postures...

Song Tan:...

Brother Xiao Zhang:...

Only Qiaoqiao cheered, threw down the tea leaves and rushed over: "Teacher Xin! Did you send this to me? So many, so many!"

Xin Jun poked his head out from upstairs: "Yes, I said two gifts at the time, this delivery was a bit slow, it arrived today."

Qiaoqiao was already happily holding the box, going upstairs one trip after another: "I want to put them in the living room, study, bedroom!"

After thinking about it, he looked at Song Tan pleadingly: "Sister, can you buy me a cabinet? There are too many, the grid can't fit."

Song Tan had a headache!

You have more than a hundred, what cabinet can fit?

After all, what Qiaoqiao said about fitting definitely doesn't mean stuffing it in the cabinet, but to show it seriously.

Even if the upstairs is spacious, can't stand being placed like this?

"It's like this," she cleared her throat: "Being a person, you can't be too loving. You liked Zero at first, and now you like Tiga, you have to have an order, right?"

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"Otherwise, even if they are all placed, your eyes can't see them every day. Will those that are not seen feel aggrieved?"

"How about this, lock these Ultramans in the cabinet. When you see the Ultraman of which part, put out the relevant Ultraman of that part—think about it, how ritualistic this is!"

Qiaoqiao thought about it, it seems so!

He nodded decisively: "Sister, you are so smart! I'll go put it out now!"

Brother Xiao Zhang looked at Song Tan indescribably: "Your house is so big, can't you put it down?"

Song Tan was more vicissitudes: "You don't understand—I thought Ultraman was just that one at first. Later I found out that he has more than a hundred, and even matching monsters. Now Ultraman is out, where will the monsters be put later?"

Brother Xiao Zhang:...

He wiped his face, turned and went to the express car to take a few more boxes:

"Here, I see it says food, does your family still need to buy things from outside to eat?"

"That's not it." Song Tan opened the box: "This is some seasoning we ordered."

Sichuan peppercorns arrived yesterday. The seller was honest. Bought five jin, sent seven jin, saying send two jin to Professor Song to taste.

Professor Song didn't want it, so it was cheaper for Song Tan.

Today, star anise, cinnamon, bay leaves, etc. are all in place, and the tea leaves are dried...

Can we try this new tea egg tonight?

She held a pile of seasonings in her hand and decisively drilled into the kitchen.

Seventh Uncle looked at the pile of boxes she held, smelled them one by one, and tasted them, couldn't help sighing:

"Still have to be Professor Song! These varieties he recommended, I can't find them in the market—they are really good things. This quality, this taste, really rushing!"

While saying, he quickly grabbed the seasoning and put them on several plates:

"These are different ratios, I'll write them down later, classify them, and let's eat and see which one is good tonight."

"If it is selected, you can ask people to send seasonings, and it can be sold online here."

In front of this pile, each kind is several jin, and a tea egg marinade bag doesn't need much, which is enough to make seven or eight hundred bags, enough for early sales.

Okay!

Song Tan rubbed her hands: "After the tea eggs are on the shelves, let Brother Yanping and them have a holiday!"

Thinking about it, she asked: "Seventh Uncle, you have been cooking for these few months, do you want to have a holiday too?"

"And when the mountain starts work, the food has to be packed there too. I am preparing to go to the street to purchase rice, flour, meat, and vegetables, but do you have a suitable chef here?"

Seventh Uncle was silent.

He had brought apprentices before, but that apprentice... don't mention it.

At this moment, thinking about it, he still said: "I don't need a holiday. Isn't it the same to cook at home? It's lively with many people, and the food is good."

"As for the chef who cooks big pot rice... I'll ask, how much salary do you plan to give?"

He is 5000, but this is his hometown, and the food and drink in Song Tan's family are different.

But it can't be calculated like this on the mountain. Not to mention anything else, where do people live in the early stage?

Song Tan was prepared: "I discussed with grandfather, people can live on his side in the early stage, and when the house on the mountain is built, the old house on his side will just start construction." ===== CHAPTER 541 =====