Lun Jing looked at the agent's sincere face, paused, and sincerely asked, "If I sign up to be an actress, can I still have dinner in the future?"
"Of course!" The agent quickly said, "Sister, at your age, we're not that anxious about our figure, you can eat! Eating two or three boiled eggs is no problem."
Lun Jing quietly listed tonight's dishes: "Braised oxtail, marinated beef shank, cold lettuce strips, stir-fried greens, peach gum silver ear soup..."
With each dish mentioned, the agent's brow twitched, but overall, except for the oxtail, they were relatively low-fat, so she laughed, "No problem—"
Before she could finish, Lun Jing added, "And two bowls of white rice."
The words the agent was about to say instantly got sucked back: "Two bowls?!"
"...Yeah."
Actually, after finishing, Lun Jing regretted it too.
