"Damn it! Is this never going to end?"
The director was about to explode with anger. Was he cursed to have bad luck with fish today, or what? Earlier, Xu Qingqiu had sneakily taken two fish, and then he'd had to watch them steam and eat them. It was one thing that his goal of tormenting the guests hadn't been achieved, but his own desperate wish to go fishing remained unfulfilled. Craving fish, he could only tearfully face the simple meal provided by the crew to fill his stomach. And now, some oblivious idiot was grilling fish nearby? Was this damn thing never going to end? Did they absolutely have to pick a fight with fish, huh?
Looking at the bowl of rice in his hand and the six dishes with soup on the small table in front of him, the director angrily slammed his chopsticks down, stood up, put on his hat, and stormed off.
"I'm going to see who it is!"
