Director Wang looked at everyone with a smile: "Everyone has only had breakfast today and hasn't had lunch yet. If you don't take action now, you will starve."

"I won't keep you guys busy any longer, let's get busy."

After saying that, he pulled out a chicken drumstick from behind him. The drumstick looked like it had been stewed until soft and then fried. The surface was golden and attractive, but it could be easily bitten and fell off the bone.

Everyone collectively gasped, then stared at Director Wang intently, their eyes clearly wanting to eat him alive.

"Ahahaha, you guys are busy, you guys are busy."

Under such pressure, Director Wang slowly walked out of the courtyard and slipped away without looking back.

Damn, this is the first time I’ve seen such a shameless director.

Just as Director Wang was leaving, Yang Xiaoli had already found a hatchet from the kitchen and swung it twice: "Wow, this knife has been sharpened. The production team is really nice."

Then she said to Yan Mofei excitedly, "Boss, just wait for me at home. I'll be back soon."

She grabbed the cameraman and asked, "Brother, where can I chop firewood here?"

Looking at her small arms and legs, and her expression flashing with excitement as she held a large axe, the cameraman swallowed his saliva.

"The hill behind the house is fine. The director has discussed this with the villagers. You can pick as much firewood as you want from it, but you're not allowed to cut down trees. You can chop some old branches."

"Thank you, brother."

She was about to rush out with her short legs, but was held back by Yan Mofei.

"Don't worry, boss. I can chop it."

Is this a reassuring question? "Go change your clothes. Also, you'll get lost."

Yang Xiaoli blinked his big eyes, oh no, he forgot about being lost.