There was a pot of tea on the table. Mo Sang picked it up and poured half a glass of water into the glass that Luo Cheng had just brought over. After shaking it, he poured it out and then refilled the glass for all three of them. "President Fang, this is Uncle Cheng's homemade herbal tea. Try some and see if you like it."
Fang Yang picked up the cup, which seemed to have just been taken out of the sterilizer, as it was still steaming. He took a small sip and immediately felt a cool, sweet taste in his mouth, but couldn't taste anything else.
After swallowing it, I felt comfortable all over. My throat was a little dry and sore, but that felt much better. "There should be peppermint and licorice in it. I can't taste the others, but it works very well. My throat was a little uncomfortable after drinking alcohol yesterday, but this herbal tea made me feel much better!"
"Really? I heard from Uncle Cheng that this herbal tea is quite simple. It's just mint, licorice, and white sugar boiled together, cooled, and left out. You can drink a little whenever you want, mainly to refresh yourself."
Fang Yang laughed and said, "Then I guessed right, I just couldn't guess the white sugar."
As the three were chatting and laughing, someone sitting two tables away from Fang Yang suddenly stood up and walked towards him. "Mulberry?"
Mo Sang and Mo Zhen turned around at the same time after hearing the shout, and stood up in surprise when they saw the person, "Qin Ge?"
"It really is you guys! I only saw your backs this afternoon and didn't dare to recognize you. I heard Mo Sang's voice inside just now and was afraid I'd made a mistake!"
"Qin Ge, are you here to film a movie? Which palace are you in?"
"Yes, it's in the Qin King's Palace. Did you go there this afternoon?"
Mo Sang suddenly realized, "You mean the play about Wei Zheng this afternoon? I did go there, but you finished filming after only a short while. I didn't expect it to be you there!"
Mosangla introduced Fang Yang: "President Fang, this is our classmate Qin Ge, a well-known young director in China, who now works for Canghai Film and Television."
"Qin Ge, this is our boss, Fang Yang, the CEO of Yuewen Entertainment Media Group, and also a famous director."
"Ha, Mr. Fang, I've heard so much about you! It's great to finally meet you in person. I admire you from the bottom of my heart!"
"Director Qin, it's great to see your filming set today! You've got quite a setup!"
Fang Yang didn't know what to say in response to Qin Ge's flattery, so he casually offered a colorful compliment in return.
"Qin Ge, how long have you been here? What movie are you filming?"
Pulling Qin Ge to sit down, Mo Zhen asked impatiently.
"I've only been here a few days, and I should already thank Director Fang for this drama."
Fang Yang sat there dumbfounded. "How does your company's business have anything to do with me?"
"Hey, my bad for not being clear. Ever since Mr. Fang's 'Shaolin Temple' raked in a box office frenzy, many people in the industry have wanted a piece of the pie. That's why our company has planned a TV series called 'Qin King Li Shimin,' hoping to get a share of the good fortune!"
Mo Sang scoffed, "Your company is truly shameless."
"Don't say that. Right now, everyone is short of good ideas. It just so happens that Mr. Fang's 'Shaolin Temple' has opened up everyone's minds. Now, everyone is rushing to start projects on related themes. There are five film crews in the Qin Palace now, all of them filming around Li Shimin."
Mo Sang rolled his eyes, at a loss for words.
"That's not all. Go to the Shaolin Temple. There are at least seven or eight film crews shooting there right now. With popularity soaring, who wouldn't want to capitalize on it?"
Fang Yang chuckled. That made sense, but this was just a way to make a quick buck. In the end, it was anyone's guess who would win or lose.
At this moment, Luo Cheng came over carrying a large bowl of sliced fish. "Wait a moment, I'll go get your bowls, chopsticks and wine. There are too many people today, and I can't take care of everyone at once. I'll bring you two dishes later."
Seeing that the dishes were already on the table, Qin Ge felt a little embarrassed to stay any longer. He stood up and prepared to leave, but Mo Sang pulled him back and said, "Why are you leaving? It's been so long since we drank together. Let's have a drink together today."
Qin Ge also wanted to chat with Fang Yang a bit more, so upon hearing this, she sat down and said, "Okay, I'll order two more dishes. This dinner is on me tonight."
Fang Yang laughed and said, "Guests are guests, so you can just eat. There's no need for you to treat us. Boss Luo, bring another twice-cooked pork and grilled squid, and another case of wine."
Luo Cheng came over carrying a case of wine in his right hand and a bowl and chopsticks in his left. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "Okay, let's wait until we finish drinking before serving the wine. If we serve it now, it won't be cold later."
Mo Zhen stood up and took the wine from Luo Cheng's hand. "That's fine too. We'll call you after we finish this bottle."
Luo Cheng chuckled as he put down his chopsticks and turned back. Mo Zhen opened the cardboard box and handed out a can of beer to each person. "Come on, let's have some beer to soothe our throats."
Fang Yang smiled and responded to Mo Zhen's call, pulled the tab, and the four of them clinked glasses together. Fang Yang hissed as he drank a mouthful of beer, "It feels so good!"
A sip of the fish soup truly lived up to the Mo brothers' favorite reputation. Although it was made in the simplest way, the fish soup brought out the freshness of the fish perfectly, making it delicious and flavorful.
"This fish soup is good. While it's still piping hot, you should have some too."
Fang Yang picked up another slightly curled piece of fish and began to chew it. As expected of the Mo brothers' favor, even though it was just a roadside stall, the chef's skills were much better than those of ordinary hotel chefs.
"Mr. Fang, this is a toast to you." Mo Sang picked up the wine bottle and, seeing that Fang Yang was about to put down his chopsticks, immediately began to offer a toast.
"Okay, let's have one. Mo Sang, ask the owner later if he's interested in delivering food. We usually order boxed lunches for lunch, right? I think this food tastes pretty good. If he delivers, we'll order from here."
"We should deliver, but ordering from here will be more expensive than regular boxed meals, which will increase our costs."
"Hey, how much will a meal increase the cost? You just need to decide."
Mo Zhen chimed in, "That's right, brother. Mr. Fang always likes to eat here. Why are you being so stingy with your food? It's just a few dollars more per person per day."
Mo Sang stared at Mo Zhen with wide eyes, "What do you know? If each person costs a few dollars more per day, our crew will spend thousands of dollars more per day."
Fang Yang waved his hand and laughed, "Alright, you two stop arguing. This little bit of money is nothing. Eating well will make you feel better. Let's settle it like this."
Qin Ge looked at the Mo brothers with envy. It was great to work with the boss; at least he wouldn't be shortchanged on food. Unlike himself, although he was a director, the producer controlled his finances, and he could only afford to have one more chicken leg per meal than the staff!
Just as they finished eating most of the fish slices, Luo Cheng brought over a bowl of stir-fried loofah with eggs. "President Fang, is this fish alright? If there's anything you didn't do well, just let me know."
"Haha, Mr. Luo, you're too kind. This slice of fish is very well made. Mr. Luo's skills are much better than those of the hotel chefs."
"That's good. This is Mr. Fang's first time here, and I don't know his preferences. I can only do it the way we do it in my hometown. I hope Mr. Fang is happy."
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Luo. You're the chef, it's your territory, you're in charge. Just do it your way!"
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