By the time Si You pulled himself out of the scene and truly cheered up, the fried skewers had already been bought and laid out in front of him.
To let Si You have a bite openly and honestly, Jiang Tingxu had treated the entire crew.
There was still a faint red ring around Si You's eyes, but his posture as he sat in the chair was downright bold. He grabbed a grilled sausage skewer and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing twice before sighing indistinctly, "Nothing beats a starch sausage!"
Jiang Tingxu peeled grilled shrimp beside him.
Watching them, Han Chengyang felt strangely calm.
He had watched Si You's crying scene that morning, and the shock in his heart had yet to fade. After seeing so many crooked melons and cracked dates lumped together, he had assumed everyone was about the same level—or rather, that this industry was simply like that. Yet Si You had completely kept up with Jiang Tingxu's acting. The two had driven each other into soaring emotions, neither giving an inch, and Zheng Zaisheng, a man who constantly shouted "Cut!" during other people's scenes, had been ten thousand percent satisfied with them.
Han Chengyang even thought unwillingly that it was no wonder Jiang Tingxu thought so highly of Si You.
The explicit scene originally scheduled for that afternoon was also pushed to the next day.
Once Si You and Jiang Tingxu got into character, they rarely made mistakes, so the entire crew's progress was practically "lightning-fast." There were no diva antics, no unreasonable demands or bullying. Everyone got along harmoniously.
That night, when Si You came out after showering, Jiang Tingxu was already lying on the bed. No one would believe it, but though the two leads had two rooms, Jiang Tingxu had not spent