Su Yu followed the Production Team's staff out of the camera's view.
Shen Rui and Yan Yi also took Shen Ting into the tent.
"Are you really okay?" Shen Rui looked worried.
"I'm fine. Look if you don't believe me-fit as a fiddle." Shen Ting bounced up and down.
"That's good. You gave me a fright when you said you'd eaten too many fried eggs." Shen Rui breathed a sigh of relief.
"What's so frightening about that?" Shen Ting looked at Shen Rui in confusion. He really had eaten a few too many fried eggs.
Yan Yi frowned slightly beside them. Was Shen Ting allergic to eggs?
"Have you forgotten? You don't like eggs. I don't know if it was because you ate too many as a kid, but when you were ten, you suddenly started really hating them. Once, the family made sweet-and-sour fried eggs, and you flipped the plate right over. You gave everyone a fright. After that, we rarely made egg dishes at home." Shen Rui shook his head as he recalled the scene. His little brother seemed to have grown increasingly rebellious starting around then, too.
Shen Ting frowned. Why did something feel a little odd?
Yan Yi breathed a sigh of relief at Shen Rui's words. At least it wasn't an allergy.
The three of them didn't talk in private for long. Soon, they left the tent and returned to the cameras.
The unexpected incident had the director scratching his head in distress, too. In the end, he simply waved a hand and let them do as they pleased. If I can't organize them, surely I can let them roam free. Go form your own groups.
This was a great season to visit the grasslands. Many tourists came to check the place out, and souvenir