Su Weiwang was an excellent cook, and Shen Ting ate until his belly bulged.
Yan Yi reached out and gently rubbed Shen Ting's belly.
The rubbing felt so good that Shen Ting stayed obediently in his arms.
Bai Yuanyuan took a couple of bites, then suddenly felt full at the sight. What was going on? Was this the legendary overdose of public affection?
Meng Yun and Wen Nuannuan gnawed on cabbage stalks like a pair of rabbits. In the end, Bai Yuanyuan couldn't bear to watch and invited them to join in, and only then did the two get a proper meal.
After everyone finished eating, the director came over again, wearing sunglasses and picking his teeth with a toothpick.
Lunch must have been good, judging by the way both the director and the assistant director came over with their bellies sticking out.
"Now that everyone's had plenty to eat and drink, we can get started on our afternoon task. It's very simple: you each need to pitch your own tent. Tomorrow night, we're having a romantic camping night. Apparently, there's going to be a meteor shower." The director waved a hand, and the crew brought over ten new tents that hadn't been put up yet.
Shen Ting looked at the tent in his hands, opened the instructions, and studied them carefully. He was an old hand at pitching tents. Before transmigrating into the book, he had only had one hobby outside of work: hiking and camping.
Shen Ting unpacked it and put the frame together in no time.
Yan Yi lent him a hand from the side.
Meanwhile, Si Chen looked at the tent in his hands, a mysterious smile curling his lips.
Si Chen tossed the instructions aside and confidently began putting it up.
At the sight, Su