Eating instant noodles while waiting for the hot pot.

There were also large spicy strips of beef with kelp knots placed at the feet.

Ye Wan ate while flipping through the book in his hand.

After 15 minutes, the lid was opened and the room was filled with fragrance.

Ye Wan was stunned for a moment, "Oh, I should have given him something to eat. Without food, wouldn't the wine be tasteless?"

Looking back at the time, Ye Wan sat back down silently.

By this time, He Sichen might have finished drinking and fallen asleep, right?

"Next, let's start tonight's carnival dinner."

Ye Wan cheered at the snacks piled on the ground and started eating happily.

More than half an hour later, Ye Wan patted his stomach and burped with satisfaction.

“It feels so good to be full!”

In the studio: ...

I thought the pile of snacks on the ground were placed there to create an atmosphere for a feast, so that she wouldn't feel so pitiful for missing out on the sweet and sour pork and braised spareribs.

Unexpectedly, the hot pot was finished.

Have you finished all the snacks? Are they... edible? Looking closely, there are only a pile of packaging bags left on the ground.

After eating and drinking his fill, Ye Wan had already stood up and started cleaning the battlefield.

After throwing away the garbage, the cool night breeze took away the aroma of food in the room.

Ye Wan brushed his teeth with a grumble, then crawled into bed and fell asleep.

There was no one knocking on the door. Ye Wan saw his task card through the crack of the door when he got up early in the morning.

After returning from the morning run, the group had breakfast and set off for today's destination.

The process was similar to the previous two days, but because the familiarity and tacit understanding had improved a lot over the two days, the bus drove back to the holiday villa before four o'clock in the afternoon.

After the punishment and dinner, the first three-day shoot came to an end.

Three days of material was edited to be enough for three weeks of broadcasting.

The next shoot will be in half a month.

The first to leave was He Sichen.

Ye Wan and Sister Ling stayed until the end.

"Xiao Wan, let's add each other on WeChat. If you come to Shanghai someday, I'll treat you to a meal."

"Okay. Then tell me before you come to the capital. I know several good restaurants."

"Okay."

…

The phone rang and the car we had arranged arrived.

Ye Wan waved goodbye to Sister Ling, thanked the program staff again and again, and left with two empty suitcases.

As night fell, Ye Wan entered the cabin with his ticket.

She kept muttering to herself that Qiu Yuze shouldn't have booked a first-class cabin for her. It was only a two-hour flight, and it would be over in the blink of an eye.

Ye Wan raised his eyes and met a pair of surprised eyes, "Ye Wan, what a coincidence!"

"Brother Heng..."

He Sichen introduced the man next to him: "This is Ye Wan I just told you about."

The man wearing gold-rimmed glasses stood up and stretched out his hand to Ye Wan. "Hello, Miss Ye! I am Si Chen's agent Feng Suheng. Thank you for taking care of Si Chen these days! When we get to the imperial capital, please take the time to give me a chance to treat you to a meal to express my gratitude!"

After just a few words, Ye Wan had a very good impression of agent He Sichen.

Even though he is a top agent, he does not have the slightest bit of arrogance.

I didn't look down on her just because she was a newcomer.

Facing He Sichen's melancholy but clear eyes, Ye Wan extended his hand, "You are the best agent I have ever seen! You protect him very well! I am honored to meet you. When I arrived in the imperial capital, I am the host, so I will treat you."

"good."

He squeezed it lightly and then released it. Seeing that Ye Wan was sitting next to them, Feng Suheng said, "If Miss Ye doesn't mind, we can change seats."

"You young people, if you have something to talk about, maybe the journey won't be so boring!"

He himself is only in his thirties, but he talks as if he is in his seventies or eighties, as if there is a huge generation gap between him and them.

Facing He Sichen's expectant eyes, Ye Wan nodded, "Okay..."

(End of this chapter)