Qiao Zhen took out her phone to take a picture of the milk cake in her hand. She posted the picture on Weibo with the caption: "I'm chubby and fair-skinned, and this is super delicious milk cake!"
After sending the message, she put her phone away and continued to concentrate on eating her milk cake.
Little did she know that, unbeknownst to her, her seemingly fair, slender, and soft hands had attracted another wave of fans. Since Qiao Zhen no longer had any scenes to film today, she went back to her tent to change into some lighter clothes and then stayed home playing games.
At 7 p.m., the director and crew were still filming night scenes on set, and the whole roasted lamb that Qiao Zhen had ordered had already been delivered to her tent. She couldn't eat that much by herself. "Amang, could you ask them to cut off all the meat from the top so we can share it with them on set?"
Amang picked up the sharp knife lying beside him and said, "Here's a knife, let me use it."
Qiao Zhen clicked her tongue twice. "What a tomboy! No wonder she's an older single woman."
Amang rolled her eyes. "Sister Qiao, I'm calling you 'sister'!" She grabbed the lamb leg and slashed with a knife. "Do you see what I have in my hand?"
Qiao Zhen pretended to be a delicate white lotus flower, hugging herself and trembling, "Wow, I'm so scared!"
"Did you graduate from the Central Academy of Drama?"
"I am an elite student from the Central Academy of Drama."
This conversation is ridiculous.
Qiao Zhen brought a large plate of roasted lamb to the film set. It happened to be the film set's dinner break. "Teacher Fan, Director, would you like some roasted meat?"
"Eat, eat, eat! I want to eat!" Director Song Chengzhuo walked towards Qiao Zhen. He could smell the aroma of meat from afar, and his mouth was practically watering.
Qiao Zhen handed the disposable gloves to the director.
Director Song looked at the barbecue right in front of him, put on disposable gloves, and began to wolf down the meat. "Hurry, hurry, I have to start filming again soon."
Smelling the rich aroma of meat, Fan Zhou couldn't help but move closer. "I'm so envious. We work so hard acting, and all we get to eat are boxed lunches. Director, look at what they're eating, and then look at what we're eating. Doesn't your conscience hurt?"
Director Song grabbed another handful of roasted mutton and mumbled, "No, and my conscience is pounding."
Fan Zhou also put on disposable gloves and started fighting with Director Song for the meat. He raised an eyebrow and looked a little smug. "Thank you, Miss Qiao, for bringing me back to life. You saved the male lead. Don't you feel honored?"
Qiao Zhen looked at Fan Zhou, who had been such a heartthrob this morning but now resembled a lewd old man. She twitched her lips and said, "I'm not honored at all. I saved the male lead, and now he wants to wipe out my whole family!"
Fan Zhou shrugged indifferently, pointing to a thirty-year-old woman with slightly yellow and curly hair who looked very capable. "The author is your stepmother, go and beat her up."
"Are you a clown sent by the monkeys?" Qiao Zhen also put on disposable gloves and stuffed a piece of roasted mutton into Fan Zhou's mouth. "Even eating can't shut you up!"
This scene was originally a happy and casual one, but it was captured by someone with ulterior motives.
Because there was no flash or sound, and the person taking the photo was hidden in the shadows, Qiao Zhen, Fan Zhou, and the director didn't even notice.
At nine o'clock in the evening, with an hour left before wrapping up, Qiao Zhen simply sat in a chair and watched them act.
After finishing his scenes for the day, Fan Zhou sat down next to Qiao Zhen, without changing his clothes or removing his makeup, and started gnawing on meat again after putting on disposable gloves. "I always feel like the way you look at us acting is like you're watching a monkey show."
Qiao Zhen covered her mouth and said shyly, "Oh dear, Teacher Fan noticed! I'm so scared, what if I get blacklisted?"
"I admit defeat because I wasn't dramatic enough." Fan Zhou jokingly cupped his hands to Qiao Zhen, turning his head to the side as if he were very ashamed.
At 10 p.m., Qiao Zhen carried the empty plate back to the tent. She saw that Amang had almost finished eating all the roasted lamb, and she immediately exploded, "That's mine! Mine!"
Amang quickly used her greasy hands to push a plate of roasted meat next to her toward Qiao Zhen, saying hurriedly, "There's more, there's more."
When Qiao Zhen saw that there was still a full plate of roasted mutton, her anger vanished instantly. She simply sat cross-legged on the ground and started gnawing on the meat, treating it as her second midnight snack. "You can go back now."
Amang cleaned up the trash and left.
After Qiao Zhen finished eating and drinking, she took her clothes to the bathroom. There was a separate and complete shower in the tent, otherwise she would have stank to death.
Actually, she was just worrying unnecessarily. How could a production team that invested hundreds of millions in a film be mistreating its artists? Moreover, Qiao Zhen's nominal boyfriend invested 90 million. They would never mistreat anyone but her.
When she came out, she saw Xu Li lying on her bed. Are major generals all so idle these days?
Qiao Zhen put down the towel she was using to dry her hair. "Why are you here?"
Xu Li took the towel from her and dried her hair. "It's cold at night, don't catch a cold."
Qiao Zhen thought Xu Li was lustful, so after her hair was dried, she crawled into the quilt and wrapped herself up like a caterpillar, covering herself completely.
Xu Li did not do anything out of line; he simply slept with Qiao Zhen in his arms like an ordinary couple.
But… Qiao Zhen: [How did I die again? Give me a reasonable explanation, thank you.]
Chu Chu: [Because when you were sleeping, Xu Li held you in his arms, but he held you very tightly. Your face was pressed against his chest, so you might not be able to breathe. Also, you were sleeping very soundly, so you only struggled a few times and then stopped moving. Do you remember Lin Zhao from the mission? You and he ended up suffocating together in bed, so subconsciously you're not averse to this kind of thing now.]
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