Climax After Climax, Audiences Stunned

Director Cohen casually set the handheld camera on the small table by the RV door, with the lens aimed right at the inside of the vehicle.

In the shot, an electric hot pot sat on the table in the middle of the RV. The red broth inside bubbled away, steaming hot, its aroma seeming to waft right through the screen.

Lin Yuan held a small bowl and picked up a slice of fatty beef coated in sauce.

Under the lights, the beef glistened enticingly enough to make mouths water.

He deftly put the meat into his mouth, his face full of enjoyment.

Then the camera turned, revealing Director Cohen holding half a dry sandwich, complete with clear bite marks—a tragically stark contrast to Lin Yuan's hot pot.

"Hot pot, a Chinese specialty. Want to try some?" Lin Yuan asked with a smile.

"Of course! Of course!"

Without another word, Director Cohen squeezed into the RV in one quick step, as though afraid Lin Yuan might change his mind. He moved far too nimbly for a man past fifty.

The moment he picked up a bowl and chopsticks and took a bite of beef, he immediately protested dramatically, "Lin Yuan, you're too sly! You were hiding in the RV eating something this delicious! Look at what I've been eating!"

As he spoke, he angrily hurled the half-eaten sandwich into the trash. "This garbage isn't fit for dogs!"

"That's too low! From now on, I'm eating every meal with you!"

Director Cohen held a plate and stuffed all sorts of delicacies into his mouth while protesting through a full mouth.

His expression, actions, and words combined into something so hilarious that no one could help laughing.

At the sight, cheerful laughter erupted throughout the theater.

"Hahaha, not even fit for dogs? Then