Chapter 86: The Proud Old Father (Part )
It has been such a long time since I came to the peninsula.

This is the first time I experience playing games all night.

Jiang Zhaohuan only felt that he was fully armed and escorted out of the apartment by his agent Choi Jung-soo. He felt dazed the whole time.

Even my feet felt a little light.

The whole person seemed to be several years younger and a little out of balance.

After a glass of iced Americano.

I didn't feel any refreshing feeling, instead I felt even more sleepy.

Choi Jung-soo looked at the sleepy Jiang Zhaohuan and couldn't help but remind him:
"Zhaohuan, what did you do last night? Why are you so sleepy?

Ah Xi, I understand. Have you read the entire script?"

"But it's not a script, it's the original novel."

Jiang Zhaohuan answered with a guilty conscience.

He did read the original book carefully, but he only read one-third of it before going to play games.

"You're just working too hard, take a good rest after you get on the plane.

Of course, you also have to pay more attention to your belongings and keep the script in your bag safe, understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

After Choi Jung-soo's numerous instructions, Kang Do-hwan finally boarded the international flight.

In order to avoid back pain when getting off the plane, he naturally bought a first-class ticket.

By the time he got on the plane, he hadn't spoken a word.

The first-class flight attendant came up to him, bowed politely, and then greeted him:

"Thank you very much for taking this flight, sir. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Please give me a thin blanket, and don't ask me when it's time to serve the meals. I plan to take a good nap."

"Yes, I understand."

After patiently waiting for the plane to take off, Jiang Zhaohuan drew the blackout curtain and lay comfortably in his first-class seat.

I covered myself with the thin blanket brought by the flight attendant and closed my eyes and fell asleep.

An eight-hour flight isn't that long.

Jiang Zhaohuan woke up in a daze after hearing a voice beside his ear before landing.

I slept very comfortably, longer than when I was busy at work.

The flight attendant who had previously served him also returned at this time.

When she saw Jiang Zhaohuan woke up, she asked:

"Mr. Jiang, we will arrive at Heathrow International Airport in 30 minutes. Do you need coffee, snacks or other food? We will pack it for you."

"No thanks, here's the blanket."

Before he had to fasten his seat belt, Jiang Zhaohuan simply washed his face with cold water and returned to his seat.

He opened the blackout curtain, but the glaring sunlight made it difficult for him to open his eyes.

After I got used to it, I took out my mobile phone and took a photo.

I plan to upload the photos to my INS account after returning home, which can also be considered a business.

Listening to the broadcast in the cabin, Jiang Zhaohuan stood up and stretched.

After putting on the new LV winter men's bag, I prepared to get off the plane to find Uncle Li who had been waiting for a long time.

He liked to travel light, so he didn't bring any luggage. He had plenty of clothes at home, so he didn't have to worry about having nothing to wear.

So it’s better to come with an empty suitcase so that you can pack more gifts when you leave.

Jiang Zhaohuan dragged his suitcase and looked at the crowd of people waiting at the airport.

After seeing the flashing neon signs with hearts all around him, he stood there in a daze, as if he was under a spell.

Welcome home, Do Hwan.

These six words are obviously very heartwarming.

But now it caused him 1,800 points of damage.

He lowered his head and moved quickly towards the butler Li Chaojun.

He moved his lips, restarted his Chinese voice pack, and said in a very low voice:
"Uncle Li, why did you make such a fancy thing? Put it away quickly."

"Hmm? Xiaohuan, you look a lot thinner than before. Didn't you eat well in the Peninsula?"

Li Chaojun, holding the neon sign in his hand, looked at his young master who had his head lowered in front of him, his tone full of concern.

Jiang Zhaohuan doesn't think he is very thin. When he has nothing to do, he will work out to maintain his figure. So he just looks like he has low body fat.

He smiled and explained:
"Uncle Li, I'm an actor now. In order to look good on camera, I have to be thin to a certain standard. Otherwise, I'll be called a bee-dog when I'm on camera."

"Bee dog? What breed is that?"

Li Chaojun rarely goes online, so he naturally doesn't know about these memes. He asked with some confusion.

Seeing that Li Chaojun had been successfully distracted by him, Jiang Zhaohuan pushed him forward and said:
"Didn't I send it to you before? It was about the poor little dog that was stung by a bee."

"Oh, that one."

Li Chaojun looked at Jiang Zhaohuan and shook his head.

"You can't possibly eat like that. You've been self-disciplined since you were young."

Jiang Zhaohuan has seen many Peninsula artists with edema. He said with a smile:

"Don't underestimate the eating habits of the peninsula. They drink ice water all year round, and foods like kimchi and ramen are heavy in flavor. A high-salt diet can easily cause people to become swollen like steamed buns."

"What a terrible eating habit! It's really bad for your stomach. You can't keep drinking iced drinks."

"Yes, I know. I often make hot tea."

The two chatted and laughed as they arrived at the parking lot, and soon they arrived at Kang Do-hwan's home in London.

The outer courtyard and outdoor swimming pool are indeed not something that ordinary people can afford.

The most important thing is that the design style of the villa is quite artistic.

It was obviously designed by a famous architect, and its style seems a bit out of tune with the surrounding buildings.

When Jiang Zhaohuan walked in with his suitcase, he noticed the leather shoes placed at the door.

It seems that my father, who has been busy all the time, has specially adjusted his free time just to welcome me.

He walked forward quickly in his slippers, smiled and looked at Song Shihek who was pretending to read a financial magazine with a coffee cup. Knowing the other party's arrogant temper, he took the initiative to say:
"Mr. Song, long time no see. Do you have any magazine resources this time?"

"It's a bit too early to give it to you now. You should produce some works first."

Song Shihe was still a little puzzled because the first thing his son did when he came home was to ask him about his work.

Shouldn’t we show concern and care?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but frown.

Jiang Zhaohuan took in his father's little expression and couldn't make any disgusting gestures, but he could still say the words from his heart.

He glanced at Uncle Li who walked into the kitchen, and immediately said:
"Dad, I missed you a lot. You should have been doing well during the time I was in the Peninsula, right?"

"..."

Song Shi Hyuk tried hard to suppress the urge to raise the corners of his mouth.

It’s just that his acting skills aren’t that great, luckily Kang Do Hwan didn’t inherit them from him.

He coughed dryly and turned a page of a magazine, and said awkwardly:

"Well, that's good. How about you?"

"Haven't you been following my updates? Of course it's good."

Song Si Hyuk looked helplessly at his son who winked at him.

He put down the financial magazine in his hand, looked at it carefully, and then slowly uttered two words:
"Thin."

"Yeah, I lost a few pounds."

Song Shi Hyuk looked at the time on his watch, a little worried that his son would be disappointed. His voice lowered a few notches, not knowing how to start:
"Well, it would be more refreshing if you are a little thinner."

"Dad, you have work to do, right?"

Jiang Zhaohuan is not stupid. After entering the entertainment industry, he became more observant. He smiled and said,

"Go ahead, this way all the dishes Uncle Li makes will be mine."

"...I'll be back for dinner, and I have some questions I want to ask you."

"Then I'll wait for you to come back and eat together. Take care, Old Song, and keep up the good work."

Jiang Zhaohuan looked at Song Shihek's back as he hurried away.

He knew how difficult his father's life was, so naturally he wouldn't be as willful as he was when he was a child.

Jiang Zhaohuan turned his body and walked towards the kitchen.

He still missed Uncle Li's craftsmanship very much.

I feel like I can gain some weight during this vacation.

(End of this chapter)