Yan Ningke had not come from a traditional acting-school background. His acting was decent enough, but his line delivery fell short, especially since this was a period drama, where the rise and fall of the voice was nothing like modern speech.
"You need to project from your diaphragm. Try not to use your throat."
With a down jacket draped over her shoulders, Shen Qianyue pressed a hand to her abdomen and demonstrated for him.
Humble and earnest, Yan Ningke recited his lines using her method.
"Yes, that was good."
Yan Ningke said gratefully, "Thank you for your guidance, Sister Yue. I shall never forget your great kindness. Might I treat you to an egg-stuffed flatbread for lunch?"
After speaking so much in archaic language, he naturally carried it over into real life.
Shen Qianyue's eyes curved into a smile. Only after spending time with him had she discovered that, though Yan Ningke was polite and distant with people he did not know well, he was actually a funny, entertaining guy.
"Such a smooth talker!" Shen Qianyue elegantly touched her temple. "With two extra eggs."
Yan Ningke chuckled and made an OK sign. "No problemo!"
He made Shen Qianyue laugh so hard that she could no longer maintain her goddess image. She hid her face behind her script, her shoulders shaking with laughter.
True to his word, Yan Ningke not only bought deluxe egg-stuffed flatbreads, but even had Liao Hai buy two portions of malatang.
The van, which should have been filled with a pleasant fragrance, was now full of rich, savory aromas.
"So good!"
Shen Qianyue wiped away her sweat and stuffed another piece of potato into her mouth.
Yan Ningke could not even spare the time to look up.
Delicious, nom nom nom~
Sitting beside them, Liao Hai exchanged