Wu Qianman has always been very, very thin. She was so thin that she was mocked by her classmates for being shapeless and suffered a lot of bullying and disdain.
Today is the first ti in her life she felt the experience of being called "fat." It’s quite refreshing!
She wasn’t angry at all, but rather chuckled a bit: "Director, sorry, I ate a lot of foie gras at lunch and got stuffed. I’ll definitely watch it next ti!"
Xi Langyue rubbed his chin: "Qianman, don’t ntion foie gras. Just hearing those words makes my stomach growl."
Ma Xiaogang: "...You two just ca back from a big al, yet you’re still willing to grumble!"
"Why don’t we order so takeout for everyone to share?" Xi Langyue and Wu Qianman said in unison.
Gu Jingyan, who was organizing antique materials, imdiately got up: "I have so ti. I’ll get the takeout while you all shoot the scenes."
The other actors looked at each other—
"Is it really that good?"
"I’ve never seen Brother Lang Yue praise a restaurant so much."
"Look, Qianman always gets full with just a small half-bowl, when would she ever eat until she’s stuffed?"
"That restaurant is different. Didn’t you know it’s been popular recently? It’s called Famo Mansion and hired a very skilled foreign chef who only makes one or two signature dishes a day. Socialites line up to eat there..."
"I don’t believe it. It’s just Western food. It gets boring after a while. How good can it really be?"
Everyone’s doubts were silenced the mont the takeout arrived.
Aroma!
The rich fragrance was detectable from dozens of ters away.
As the delivery guy arrived at the studio door, everyone involuntarily paused their acting and stared longingly outside.
Ma Xiaogang had no ti to criticize the actors under him because his nose was sharper than anyone else’s. He was the first to stand up and dash to the door: "The sll of foie gras, right? Incredible, this cooking, the aroma! The red wine added is also strong!"
Portions of red wine foie gras were distributed to everyone in the crew.
Everyone ate heartily, with each person’s cheeks turning rosy.
The makeup artist burped: "Hic, we’re probably going to have to redo your makeup..."
Ma Xiaogang rubbed his belly: "How co I feel like my waist got thicker? Hey, Xiao Man, your face looks rounder too. I’m telling you, you’re perfect now, but don’t gain more weight or you won’t look good on cara. Don’t end up like Gu Pinting."
Everyone laughed: "No way, Gu Pinting gained 60 pounds, while our Qianman couldn’t possibly get that fat."
Wu Qianman embarrassedly put down her lunch box.
No, she had to control herself. If she kept eating like this, she couldn’t really follow in Gu Pinting’s footsteps.
But the fragrant and rich red wine foie gras pieces in the lunch box seed hooked, urging her hand to disobey, clearly putting down the box only to pick it up again.
Wu Qianman gritted her teeth, using the sort of energy she had when pulling all-nighters before the college entrance exams, pinching her thigh to stay awake, pinching herself several tis, leaving her leg bruised, and only then tremblingly put down the lunch box.
"No decadence, no decadence. This acting profession demands strict body managent, I must not ruin my hard-earned career due to gluttony..."
Wu Qianman took a deep breath, muttering under her breath, as she glanced across at her colleagues and the director engrossed in their als.
==
Tea room.
Zuzi, with interest, looked at the new team PK ga on her phone: "What character should I choose? Wow, there’s even Nuwa to choose from?"
Bao Gucheng pondered briefly: "Nuwa mainly serves as support, with very strong long-distance teleportation abilities. If you have good predictive skills, she’d be the strongest support in the team. But are you sure you don’t want a character with strong offensive power?"
Zuzi lazily squinted: "Nuwa’s attack isn’t strong? Are you sure?"
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