The two film crews ate at the cafeteria together, but the tis were not always exactly the sa and depended on when they finished work. However, the nearby comrcial area had everything from snacks, restaurants, to street food, so many celebrities would go out to eat to improve their als, or have their assistants buy food, or order takeout.
Jerry Yates was one of them, having his assistant buy an extra portion to eat with Rosa Sullivan.
At noon, Jerry Yates generally found a relatively quiet place with Rosa Sullivan to eat while discussing Rosa Sullivan’s character, helping her to strengthen her understanding.
Because he spent a lot of ti with Rosa Sullivan and mostly discussed filming matters, Jerry Yates was aware of Rosa Sullivan’s private efforts and thus couldn’t bear to see anyone discredit her.
"This scene is definitely hard to shoot, even experienced actors will have retakes, so don’t put too much pressure on yourself. Adjust well later and aim to pass in one go this afternoon."
Jerry Yates comforted Rosa Sullivan considerately.
"Okay."
Rosa Sullivan lowered her eyes while eating, sowhat absent-minded.
Flashes of Nora Scott acting smoothly passed through her mind.
No one expected— not even the director Alfred Lawrence— that Nora Scott could perfect this role to this extent. Occasionally in private, when hearing Alfred Lawrence ntion Nora Scott, it was always words of praise.
—Of course, it partially relates to Alfred Lawrence’s good temper, filled with beauty and passion, always starting with complints when talking about anyone.
"How’s the food from this place?" Jerry Yates asked, "Their place is quite famous, it’s considered a century-old establishnt. If you like it, I’ll have the assistant regularly buy from there."
Rosa Sullivan glanced at the packaging, saw the store na, was slightly startled, and had so understanding of this place. The price was high, the taste was good, and it was high-end; it wasn’t a place ordinary people dined at every al.
The common saying goes, "Food is the paramount necessity of the people," so logically everyone should have access to the food industry, but this thing also has its levels, and so restaurants are just for the rich and those with status.
For example, Virtue Retreat.
"Okay."
Rosa Sullivan nodded, her expression calm, not showing much urgency.
She was the legitimate daughter, the eldest daughter of the Sullivan Clan, pampered since childhood. She could eat the cafeteria’s dishes without saying otherwise, but for her, they were indeed hard to swallow.
As the words fell.
A white van drove past on the road behind them.
The First Affiliated High School’s campus scenery was beautiful, with lush green grass and dense trees, and a large portion was gardens. The two chose a shady spot, with stone tables and benches, convenient for placing food and enjoying the coolness.
The van did not attract their attention, but the commotion that followed made them look twice.
Rosa Sullivan focused for a few glances before being slightly surprised to realize that the film crew staff did not go to the cafeteria for lunch but lined up next to the van to receive food.
What’s going on?
"Since when did Virtue Retreat start offering delivery?"
Jerry Yates almost spat out a mouthful of rice.
Hearing Jerry Yates’ words, Rosa Sullivan was slightly taken aback, looked up, and saw the van flamboyantly displaying the three large characters "Virtue Retreat" in a specially designed pattern.
Moreover, the food packages each staff mber carried had uniform markings.
The legendary Virtue Retreat in the culinary world?
This freakish restaurant wasn’t the most profitable but was certainly the most legendary, with nurous rules to the point that they chose guests, not the other way around. Yet many people were into this, loving to go to Virtue Retreat, as it was a symbol of identity and status, dining or hosting there was sothing to be proud of.
However, those familiar with this eccentric restaurant knew— Virtue Retreat doesn’t deliver.
"When Nora Scott said she was treating us, I thought it was just an ordinary place, but I didn’t expect it to be Virtue Retreat! The sa Virtue Retreat where a single stir-fry is as pricey as a month’s salary!"
"I see loads of money passing before my eyes and then running into my stomach."
"I heard Virtue Retreat doesn’t do takeout. And this place is known for having small portions at high prices, yet the portions we’re getting are more than enough. How did Nora Scott pull this off?"
"Who knows. Yesterday was another day of her being a trending topic; nothing surprises about her anymore. Let it be, Heavenly Immortal is mighty, she’s not even of the sa species as us."
...
So staff walked by in a group, preparing to find a quiet place to enjoy the feast.
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