"Bao, I’m your tea artist and chef, don’t you rember the foie gras I made? You even praised it as delicious..." Fang Yui tried to continue explaining.
Nangong Mo impatiently rebuked, "Get out!"
Not daring to provoke this moody master any further, Fang Yui nervously scurried out of the study.
As she closed the door, she stole a glance and noticed that Nangong Mo’s eyes on the screen had returned to focus, with a hint of... tenderness?
Oh my, this was the first ti she saw sothing akin to "tenderness" in Nangong Mo’s eyes.
What charm did that slender Wu Qianman have to enchant Fourth Master so thoroughly?
Fang Yui clenched her fists and rushed to the kitchen; she was determined to make a hundred servings of foie gras to send to the film set!
Eat, eat, eat Wu Qianman to death!
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On the set of "Long Immortal Road."
When the delivery guy brought a hundred servings of foie gras, the crew was still busily shooting.
The plot progressed to after the kissing scene; Fu Xi’s condition visibly improved, yet he pretended to have aftereffects, complaining about back pain today, leg pain tomorrow, headaches and chills, frequently visiting Nuwa’s celestial abode to mooch dicine and wine.
That utter disregard for ans to savor Nuwa’s fragrant cheeks was akin to modern n, causing Ma Xiaogang and the crew to burst into laughter, almost forgetting they were on set.
Luckily they’d redub in post-production; otherwise, the sporadic cackling like goose calls would require reshoots.
The delivery guy maneuvered his tricycle around the set, hearing the bursts of laughter from inside, but he just couldn’t get in.
Not only couldn’t he get in, but he couldn’t even find the entrance!
How bizarre.
"I’ve delivered here three or four tis a day, how can I not find the door? There’s not even a phone signal..." the delivery guy wondered aloud, raising his voice, "Director Ma? Assistant Li? Lang Yue?"
However.
The sound seed to sink into a deep ocean, not penetrating a bit.
The daunting set stood like a silent mountain, offering him no response.
At this very mont.
A little crow perched on the window ledge of the set leisurely grood its precious few golden feathers on its neck: "Ha, as if you could get in, Ancestor set the barrier to stop outsiders, even a god can’t fly through."
Fu Xiqin’s gossiping little eyes couldn’t help but glance back: "Brother Jin, Brother Jin, let’s go in and take a look?"
"What’s there to see, haven’t you seen kissing scenes before?"
"No, it’s usually Ancestor kissing the little boy, today the little boy is assertively asking to kiss Ancestor, I’m super curious how he feels on top?"
"What are you curious about? Think you’ll find a female qin to extinguish your fire after getting all heated up watching?"
"..."
Behind the two little ones.
In the props room.
Bao Gucheng clutched Xi Langyue’s slender waist, setting her on a bright mirror table.
"Xiao Chenger, where do you feel unwell?" Xi Langyue had just been engrossed, watching Xi Langyue and Wu Qianman’s kissing scene. Who would have thought midway, Bao Gucheng whispered in her ear that he felt unwell?
Oh my, it’s rare for a sturdy young lad to admit discomfort, Ancestor must show concern.
Bao Gucheng’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he gazed at her purely innocent smile, finding her a thousand tis more beautiful than the drama scene earlier: "The air... isn’t good. I want to sll pleasant air."
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