Jiang Yumiao had considered feeding it straight into Ning Chunchi's mouth, but they were in public, and there were still people in the restaurant. He had to consider Ning Chunchi's image, so he decided against it.
The tips of his ears flushed red as he thought he could feed his gege that way another time, when no one else was around.
They had just finished eating when another message from Director Yang arrived, again in the guests' WeChat group, telling everyone to gather in the reception room at three that afternoon.
Jiang Yumiao looked at his phone and said, "If we're meeting at that time, it's probably another evening outing."
Ning Chunchi said, "Mm. If it's at three, you still have time to go back and take a nap."
Jiang Yumiao asked, "What about you?"
Ning Chunchi teased, "I still have work. I'll sleep with you tonight."
Jiang Yumiao: "..."
That wasn't what I meant! I was just asking. Just asking!
At three that afternoon, in the reception room on the first floor of Cloud River Residence, all eight guests arrived punctually, as they generally did whenever the schedule didn't require an early start.
Director Yang admired the roomful of gorgeous guests, then thought of the evening's itinerary and felt immensely pleased. Tonight would definitely be a visual feast. The viewers were in for a treat!
He asked the staff to hand out brochures to the guests.
Jiang Yumiao took one. He actually knew what they would be doing that evening, but reading the original novel and experiencing it firsthand were entirely different things, so he was still full of anticipation.
He flipped through the brochure. Sure enough, it was this event.
Director Yang said, "You've all seen it, right? The brochure says tonight is Lanqing's Traditional Chinese Lantern Festival