Seated, squatting, standing, they’re all revived now, happily heading outside.
The structure of the rooms inside this castle is just like many large companies’ annual event venues, with very high ceilings. Each hall looks almost the sa, so you can only tell them apart by the na on the door.
Jiang Lu and the gang walk ahead, moving out of Qingchi Hall, searching room by room alongside the others. The photographers, additional directors, and production staff follow at the side and back, making sure they don’t accidentally appear on cara.
"This is Xiangshi Hall, ahead... ahead is Broken Jade Hall. Where on earth is it? How long do we have to search just to find the dining room?"
Li Yang, almost faint from hunger, couldn’t help but grumble a bit about the show crew.
Guan Yu was about to respond when Cheng Zhirang ahead announced, "We’ve arrived, Huanhua Hall."
Finally, they’ve arrived.
The group happily squeezed in.
Inside, it was still spacious and empty, but unlike the cinema seats and divider doors in the previous Qingchi Hall, there was a large round table in the center, covered with a huge thermal lid.
Everyone had a chair. Once seated, Guan Yu couldn’t wait to lift the thermal lid just a bit and fanned the air to take a sniff.
Her expression was one of utter bliss, as if this was all she’d ever need in life.
"It slls amazing! In my experienced opinion, there must be so great dishes!"
Jiang Lu raised his hand to help, saying, "Go on and open it, everyone must be starving, let’s dig in."
Guan Yu, giggling, nudged Li Yang, saying, "Brother Jiang Lu, you and Brother Cheng lift the cover, and let Li Yang help you. You’re in a perfect triangular formation."
Li Yang was eager to help. The three of them stood up and lifted the heavy thermal aluminum lid, revealing steaming hot dishes on the table.
Fourteen dishes, twelve als and two soups. As soon as it was uncovered, a rich aroma wafted up their noses.
Guan Yu inhaled deeply like soone indulging in a vice, even before tasting anything, she already rated it: "Delicious!"
Then she eagerly suggested, "Shall we start eating?!"
Everyone agreed with this proposal, picking up their chopsticks and starting to eat.
Cheng Zhirang first ladled so soup into a small bowl, placed it on the lazy Susan, and turned it slightly to the left.
The soup bowl landed accurately in front of Mu Qiu.
Everyone knowingly continued their chatter, as if nothing unusual had happened. Mu Qiu nonchalantly collected the bowl in front of her, pretending it was served to everyone, and took a small sip.
A sip of soup before a al was their dining habit.
Cheng Zhirang’s actions were fluid, Mu Qiu’s expression was normal, both of them acted very naturally. Had soone rely glanced at the scene without paying attention, they would have missed this rare interaction between the two.
After downing the "soup of love," Mu Qiu felt delightfully content from top to bottom, and eagerly chewed on a piece of lotus root.
Guan Yu, always lively even by herself, warmly and kindly asked Wei Yi on her left, "Eat heartily, don’t stand on ceremony with the show crew, don’t feel shy. We can try to foster a family atmosphere first; how about it, dear, what would you like to eat? Let get it for you!"
Holding his bowl, Wei Yi scooched toward Shi Yuhuai, "...I don’t think that’s necessary, Sister Guan Yu, thank you for your kindness."
"Oh, don’t be polite!"
After saying that, she leaned to her right, thoughtfully asking Qiu Shuang, "Eat anything you like, don’t hold back, this show values the guest’s experience first!"
Qiu Shuang laughed and replied OK.
Then Guan Yu sat back, placing her hands on the back of the two chairs beside her, sighing blissfully, looking quite content.
Like an emperor with two beautiful young ladies.
Mu Qiu shook her head, watching her, while biting into a piece of braised ribs, "Sister Guan Yu, say a little less, and people might actually feel less restrained."
Guan Yu ignored it, continuing to revel in her "embrace both ways" happiness.
Li Yang, enjoying his al, ate two pieces of three-flavor land fish and rembered to say, "Sister Guan Yu, tone it down a bit, your number one dream idol is still here."
Guan Yu paused, imdiately sitting up straight, "Brother Jiang Lu, they’re all just temporary distractions. You’re still my number one love, so don’t worry."
Mu Qiu leisurely chid in, "Because you love him most, Brother Jiang Lu might not be able to feel reassured."
Jiang Lu raised an eyebrow, lazily smiling, with a deep voice, "It’s fine, love at ease."
Guan Yu theatrically swallowed, inwardly screaming with excitent, but outwardly picking up the soup bowl and downing it, "Drink soup, drink soup, or else my nasal canals will dry out and start bleeding."
Shi Yuhuai, sitting across Wei Yi, shot her a speechless look.
As a teammate, he felt incredibly embarrassed.
With Guan Yu quieting down, the table nearly returned to just the soft sounds of utensils clinking.
Such a silent al was evidently less engaging. Photographers remained at the diagonal, caras aid at them, implying this part of the al needed so intrigue.
Halfway through eating, as Mu Qiu struggled with the potato balls specially rotated in front of her, Guan Yu, who had been chomping away for ten minutes, chid in again.
As the group’s leader for creating atmosphere, the one most skillful in driving conversations on the show, Guan Yu’s questions were always a mix of wit and humor, and entertaining with gossip—sothing not just the viewers outside the cara were drawn to, but also the other guests.
She wiped her mouth, grinning sheepishly, and quietly said to Jiang Lu across the table.
"Brother Jiang Lu, have you heard the nickna the netizens gave you and Brother Cheng?"
" and Cheng Zhirang?" Jiang Lu glanced at Cheng Zhirang elegantly eating his al, showing interest, "What’s the na?"
Guan Yu: "The ’Make Way CP.’
"...Interesting. But why is he in front?"
As soon as he asked, the three female guests’ eating motions paused simultaneously.
This question... how to put it, though just a letter off from discussing who’s on top, for those who understand, it’s hard not to misinterpret it.
Guan Yu hesitated for a bit before answering, "Maybe because Brother Cheng’s na has three characters? What do you think, Mu Qiu?"
Mu Qiu, ntioned by na, remained composed, set down the piece of at she was about to eat, wiped her mouth, and replied, "It might be because Brother Cheng’s played more tough roles than Brother Jiang Lu? What do you think, Sister Shu Ran?"
Shu Ran: "...I don’t think it necessarily has to be that na. For example, I’ve seen them called the Ginger Juice CP."
"Speaking of which," Guan Yu chuckled, eyes gleaming with mischief, "I also know about the ’Pretty Face CP,’ ’Long Legs CP,’ ’Moisturizing Water CP,’ and there’s even an ’Eclipse CP’ with Li Yang and ."
"Pfft—cough cough cough!"
Li Yang was so startled, he choked and coughed, clutching his mouth and turning his head away from the table, coughing as if his lungs might co out.
Even as his coughing fit subsided, he quickly turned back to protest.
"Let’s not?! Even CPs can be paired randomly?!"
Mu Qiu took another sip of soup, stifling a laugh as she placed the bowl down, and said, "Actually, I’ve seen that fan club too, and their na’s quite flashy, it’s called the ’Dialect CP.’
Li Yang: You walk your own wide road, I’ll jump my single-plank bridge and call it a day.
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