Although the assistant director looked so pitiful, Shen Ting did not let him off. He winked at Yan Yi, gesturing with his eyes toward the assistant director's backside.
Understanding dawned on Yan Yi's face. He quietly shifted his feet, crouched slightly, and reached both hands toward the stool. Me, with the backward snatch!
Thump!
The assistant director dropped a notch from his original seated height.
Previously sitting higher than the director, the assistant director now met his senior's eyes at the same level.
Since they were out on the grasslands, the grass was very soft, and the little stool was not high, so his backside did not hurt.
The brief sensation of falling simply left him a little dazed.
Shen Ting and Yan Yi, meanwhile, were immersed in the joy of their bountiful haul.
"Let me see. What is it?" Shen Ting looked curious.
"Looks like beef tripe." Yan Yi opened the bag and checked.
"I love beef tripe." Shen Ting's eyes lit up. Looking at it this way, well, these ingredients were pretty well suited to hot pot.
"You can have it for lunch." Yan Yi gazed dotingly at the little head before him.
Shen Ting looked up and smiled at him.
For a moment, pink bubbles surrounded the two of them, forming a stark contrast with the two stunned men beside them.
[So ruthless, so ruthless. Those two really aren't leaving the directors any way out.]
[Assistant director: I will never lose to the same person twice. The moment he finished speaking-thump!]
[Hahaha, the assistant director actually had a backup plan. He put food under not only the director's stool but his own too. Unfortunately, they anticipated his anticipation.]
[Assistant director: I'm seriously going to have a breakdown!!!]
After taking inventory of their spoils, Shen Ting and Yan