The two of them basically got it in one take.
The shoot in the afternoon went smoothly, and the director was in a much better mood, though we still got scolded a bit.
But for dinner, An Yueqian brought her little folding chair over again, this time with her boiled vegetables and assistant in tow.
Obviously, even her assistant couldn't handle her.
"Sister Yun, we're bothering you again," Lin Huan said with a bitter face.
"Next time, just let Yuanyuan know in advance, and we'll prepare more food," Qin Yun said with a smile, not minding at all.
"Really? Will that be inconvenient?" An Yueqian asked, eyes lighting up, with a touch of reserve.
"Sister Yueqian! Aren't you eating boiled vegetables?!" Lin Huan reminded.
"What's the difference? I can watch and pretend I'm eating, can't I?" An Yueqian said, eyes averting to the small table's dishes, justifying herself.
Lin Huan: "..."
If she didn't know her artist's nature so well, she might have believed it.
