The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 185 Happy conversation
"Director, do you like spicy food?"

"Yes!"

Anson had just asked, but Sam had already answered, even a little excitedly.

Sam noticed that both Edgar and the waiter were looking at him, and he suddenly became a little cautious. He cleared his throat, his eyes fell involuntarily, and he lowered his voice slightly, "I like spicy food very much."

Anson glanced at Edgar: Brother, your stomach may have a hard time tonight.

Then, Anson smiled at the waiter and said, "Good evening. Sorry to keep you waiting. It shouldn't be the peak dining period tonight, right?"

Sam:…

Edgar:…

The waiter was looking for chin all over the floor.

Because Anson was speaking Chinese, speaking authentic Chinese.

Occasionally, you can meet some foreigners who are learning Chinese in Chinese restaurants. Not many, but they do appear occasionally. Their tones are often a bit strange. The four tones of Chinese are still difficult for them to adapt to, so the intonation of the entire complete sentence is Full of burger flavor.

However, the Anson in front of him didn’t do it at all!
standard. fluent. nature.

Also, the wording is accurate.

So, what's going on?

Anson looked at the waiter who didn't respond and switched back to English, "Oh, I'm sorry, were you born here?"

Among second- and third-generation immigrants, their lifestyles have been seamlessly integrated with those here, and fewer and fewer young people still retain the habit of speaking their hometown language.

The waiter finally came to his senses and helped his dislocated jaw back. Without even realizing it, he smiled an extraordinarily kind and cheerful smile and waved his hands repeatedly.

"No. No no... I just came here last year. I am still studying and working part-time here. I was just surprised that your Chinese is really good. Really, not to flatter, I think your Chinese is better than mine. Okay, I’m calling home now, and my mother says I’m not up to standard.”

Anson thought, do you know that for students in domestic journalism departments who are interested in being anchors or reporters, professors recommend taking a Putonghua proficiency test?
Of course, the words were not spoken.

Anson modestly said, "I'm still learning. So, I just took a look at the menu. You have a lot of authentic Sichuan, Cantonese and Northeastern dishes, which are different from 'Panda Express'."

Waiter:…

The newly dislocated jaw has not fully recovered, and now I have to look for fragments of glasses all over the floor.

Ordering took some time.

Neither Edgar nor Sam interrupted. They watched with astonished expressions as if they had witnessed the landing of aliens, with their jaws dislocated the entire time.

There was obviously no communication, but inadvertently, Edgar and Sam's eyes collided, and there was a brief tacit understanding.

"do you know?"

"I don't know. So do you know?"

"How could I possibly know!"

Amidst the shock and surprise, a smile couldn't help but appear in his eyes, but Sam immediately reacted, his smile froze at the corners of his mouth, and he quickly turned his head away.

Edgar:? ? ?

By the time the order was placed, the waiter's steps were like stepping on clouds, turning away at high and low levels. Anson turned his head, and then he saw two chicks waiting for feeding, looking at him eagerly. This made Anson chuckle.

"Sorry, I just asked some important questions."

"What's the level of chili here? What's the difference between mild and heavy spicy? Are there any taboos for the ingredients in some dishes? I know you don't like offal and claws..."

As soon as the words came out, Sam interrupted, "Obs? Is it an ingredient like ox tail or cow stomach?" Anson knew about ox tail, but cow stomach? "You mean the cuisine of central France?"

Sam's eyes lit up, "What, you also know French cuisine?"

Anson smiled and said, "My mother is French."

"Wow." Sam sighed. He couldn't control himself. He leaned his upper body forward slightly and pressed against the edge of the table. He looked at Anson carefully. His eyes, which had been unable to open until he woke up, suddenly became energetic and he sighed again. and said, "Wow!"

Only now did Anson realize that the director's eyes were so big, "Why, is there something on my face?"

Sam shook his head, "No, I'm just surprised. You know so much about food, how do you stay in shape?"

This turning point?
Anson laughed immediately, "Exercise. There is no secret here. How many calories you take in must be burned, or even more. You have to eat less or even not eat at all, otherwise there is no shortcut."

Sam's face was full of astonishment, "Do you still count calories for three meals a day?"

Anson was stunned: He let it slip.

Although the calorie-counting lifestyle has now emerged, it has not yet become popular. The year 2000 is always longer than Anson's physical sense. Things he took for granted are still a new thing now.

Fortunately, Sam didn't pause and asked himself, "Ah, it's not easy being an actor."

The smile on Anson's lips completely bloomed, "So actors can get 20 million US dollars for a movie, but directors can't. This is called an exchange of equal value."

Sam did not speak, but looked at Anson blankly. Just when Anson thought he had said something wrong, Sam clapped his hands and laughed without warning, "You are an interesting guy."

The laughter had just emerged, and Sam immediately noticed the gazes from around him, and immediately became quiet again, regaining his poker face.

However, this time it was slightly different. He lowered his head to cover up the raised corners of his mouth.

Edgar: Can't keep up.

Edgar glanced at Anson and couldn't help but admire him more and more. Anson could handle such a difficult and unpredictable director with ease.

Anson met Edgar's gaze and shook his head invisibly: they shouldn't talk about business.

At any slightest sign of trouble, the vigilant Sam might become alert, and then all their efforts so far would be in vain.

Anson's gaze did not linger. He believed that Edgar should also be able to accurately judge the situation.

Looking at Sam again, "You just said you like spicy food, so to what extent? You know, a lot of people's standard for spicy food is Taco Bell, that's not Mexican food, real Mexican food It’s more than that.”

Sam raised his head and nodded, "Yes, yes, yes, they keep saying Taco Bell is spicy enough, but God, the food in Texas is more than that. They should really go south and try real Mexican food." .”

The topic comes back to food.

They had a great conversation throughout the whole process. Although they did not discuss work, the cordial and smooth atmosphere of the conversation broke the deadlock and showed a completely different side of Sam——

Edgar had never known that Sam could be so talkative. At least within Hollywood, there had been no rumors of this so far.

So, how did Anson do it? He is like an encyclopedia. He can express some opinions in different fields and aspects, and he is not just talking about the country on paper. He can often hit the point in one sentence and advance and retreat at the same time. Use appropriate measures.

The conversation atmosphere was particularly pleasant.

Edgar thought he might have heard Sam laugh more tonight than he had in the past year combined.

Even Edgar himself couldn't help but join in the conversation without any sense of violation——

For God's sake, Edgar thought Sam should still not know his name and identity.

　First update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)