"Old Luo, I mean, you're such a big director, and you're still eating takeout with me."
Zhao Heng chuckled teasingly as he spoke to Luo Ji.
"You speak as if directors don't eat. Whatever I eat, it's eating all the same. Over the years, flying in the sky, swimming in the water, buried in the ground, there's nothing I haven't eaten."
"If only we could cook noodles here; otherwise, cook some fresh noodles, a spoonful of lard, a handful of green onions, and blanch a small green vegetable, that would be perfect."
Luo Ji responded cheerfully.
Given his status, he really has eaten everything over the years; at his current age, he seeks simplicity in food and what's good for his body.
Of course, no matter how much one preserves their health, barbecue and beer are indispensable; it's a part of life.
One can't live life without enjoyment.
"That's true."
