Chapter 1477
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"But we're not on camera, so there's no limit to what the crew can bring," the director explained. "Self-heating hotpot is convenient to carry around and saves trouble."
Shi Xiaoya nodded. "Thank you. You even brought one for me."
"You're too polite. Isn't that what I should do?" the director said with a smile and handed another box to the cameraman.
The cameraman set up the camera and poured water into the hotpot with Shi Xiaoya and the director, waiting for it to cook by itself.
Not long after, the aroma of the self-heating hotpot overwhelmed the aroma of the instant noodles.
Han Zhuoling, "…"
Looking at the instant noodles in the pot, he suddenly didn't want to eat them.
Shi Xiaoya watched as Han Zhuoling fiddled with the instant noodles in the pot. The noodles were almost cooked, but he didn't want to eat them. She felt a little upset.
She was so careless that she didn't think that it was her small hotpot that agitated him.
She only felt that when had the First Young Master Han suffered such grievances?
Squatting in front of a small pot to eat instant noodles?
The First Young Master Han had lived to this age, and it was hard to say whether he had eaten instant noodles or not.
Looking at him squatting and cooking noodles, he looked so pitiful.
Especially with such a serious and handsome face.
Even a small thing like cooking noodles, when set against his serious face, looked like he was accomplishing something important in life.
Shi Xiaoya looked at the self-heating hotpot in her hands and swallowed. Then she bent over and tried to hide herself from the camera as she slowly inched toward Han Zhuoling.
Han Zhuoling had already noticed her when he was cooking noodles.
Now that he saw her sneaking around, he didn't expose her and wanted to continue watching.
He saw her holding the small hotpot with both hands. She was afraid that the hotpot would spill, so her movements were very careful.
She moved while squatting, like a crab, and walked horizontally.
When she finally moved to his side, Shi Xiaoya knew that her fingers must have been scalded by the hotpot.
The boiling water was extraordinarily hot, and the hotpot was in a plastic box, so it wasn't very insulating.
She almost couldn't take it on the way here and gritted her teeth to hold on until now.
As soon as he moved closer to Han Zhuoling, he quickly put the hotpot on the ground.
She was actually quite far away from Han Zhuoling. She was afraid that if she entered the scene, she would cause trouble for the editors.
She could only carefully hide behind the camera and reach out to quietly move the hotpot to Han Zhuoling's side. She said softly, "Young Master Ling, secretly take some. The audience won't be able to see it."
Han Zhuoling's gaze had been following her, but it had always been on her face.
Now that he heard her words, his gaze shifted downwards.
Just now, when he smelled the hotpot, he was already craving for it. But now, he couldn't even look at the hotpot. His gaze was fixed on her hand.
The black hotpot box made her hands look shockingly white.
However, on top of this shocking whiteness, the fingertips of all ten fingers were bright red. It was so obvious.
In his eyes, it was even more shocking than that smear of white.
"Were you scalded?" Han Zhuoling suddenly asked.
"Ah?" Shi Xiaoya didn't react in time. She followed Han Zhuoling's gaze and realized that he was talking about her fingertips.
Han Zhuoling narrowed his eyes slightly. As a makeup artist, she relied on her hands.
"Ah, it's fine." Shi Xiaoya didn't mind. She quietly retracted her hand and pinched her fingers on her ear to cool it down. "It'll be fine in a while, and it's not very hot."
Han Zhuoling watched as her fingers pinched her ear. Her fingertips were blocked, so he couldn't see.
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