The task of getting rice for Zhao Yu was taken on by Mu Qiu.
She filled up a bowl of rice, packed it tightly, and placed it in front of Zhao Yu with a duang.
"Eat up."
Zhao Yu stared at the bowl of rice, took a deep breath, "I just wanted one bite."
"Isn't this just one bite?"
"What are you comparing my mouth to?"
Mu Qiu shrugged, "Maybe the Mariana Trench?"
"...…"
So annoyed she wanted to open her mouth and pour the tomato potato beef stew into her stomach.
Cheng Zhirang sipped his soup and listened to their conversation, a slight smile on his lips.
He actually wasn't very used to dining outdoors with so many people. Even in more challenging film crews, there wasn't such a big gathering for meals. Actors usually have their own eating areas, even if they have the same boxed meals, they eat them in separate places.
This scene resembled a rural banquet, which he had never experienced.
Surprisingly though, it wasn't bad.
