Chi Yining and Yan Guiyun were eating.
People trickled back into the living room, leaning against the sofa backs as though they had lost their souls, utterly motionless.
Chi Yining glanced at them and was about to get back to eating when he heard Yan Guiyun ask, "How does it taste?"
Chi Yining looked at Yan Guiyun with shining eyes and nodded furiously. "Amazing!"
It tasted so much better than his grandma's cooking. Grandma was just an amateur, and he usually served as her taste tester. Her food rarely turned out well.
But under Grandpa's threatening gaze, he still had to praise Grandma against his conscience.
Waaah, Brother Yan's cooking was just too delicious!!
A smile spread across Yan Guiyun's eyes and brows as he watched Chi Yining bury himself in his food again with amusement. He didn't know when it had started-had it been when he saw Chi Yining drinking juice?
Should I cook for him often?
"What's wrong with you all? You look so drained." The moment Wang Xinyang returned, he saw everyone collapsed in a row on the sofas like little saplings blown over by the wind. They had even taken off their little microphones.
Film Emperor Gu, in particular, had fallen straight asleep.
Chen Shiyu glanced at the energetic Wang Xinyang and Bai Chongxuan and asked curiously, "What did you two do today?"
Wang Xinyang didn't want to say. This was Bai Chongxuan's business, and he needed his permission before telling anyone, so he replied evasively, "Nothing much. Just went around collecting bottles."
Sprawled on the sofa, Chen Shiyu rolled his eyes at him. "Sure, keep making things up."
Bai Chongxuan paid no attention and found a spot to sit down and continue playing on his phone.
Hu Bing and his partner had spent the entire afternoon standing and dealing with the aunties, leaving them very tired too. They were now resting on the sofa with their eyes closed.
Li Qingmi and Shao Chongsi weren't terribly tired, but they were a little worn out.
They were each busy with their phones.
Noticing that two people were still missing, Wang Xinyang looked around the rest of the living room, only to discover Chi Yining and Yan Guiyun enjoying dinner in perfect harmony.
It was as though anyone else's presence would only disturb them.
[Hahaha, why is Wang Xinyang's expression both hilarious and heartbreaking...]
[So sweet! Chiyan is real!!]
[Wake up, sis above. It's only the first day...]
[What do I do? Why do they all seem so shippable? I actually think the Bingchi ship is pretty good too... Doesn't Hu Bing look at Chi Yining a lot too?]
[Chi Yining's paid trolls are really something. Does nobody find him disgusting anymore? Have all Gu's fans disappeared?]
[To the person above, I'm a diehard Gu fan. I-I-I've jumped ship, just today... Don't yell at me! Chi Yining is seriously so good-looking! I can't look away!]
An hour later, Chi Yining and Yan Guiyun had eaten and drunk their fill and had also put the dishes in the dishwasher to wash them. They had just stepped into the living room when they saw the production crew coming over.
Xiaofang raised her voice as much as she could and called out, "Before ten tonight, all guests, please put your letter to the person you're interested in into the designated mailbox in the row on the left side of the hall. You may remain anonymous.
"Every guest must participate. The stationery and pens are in your bedside table drawers.
"After ten, we'll text you to come downstairs and collect your letters. Please open them downstairs."
Only then did everyone notice that a row of spotless white mailboxes had appeared on the left side of the living room at some point. They bore all the guests' names, with one mailbox per person.
Chi Yining checked the time. It was only eight thirty, still early. He went upstairs with Yan Guiyun to return to their room.
The others had finally rested enough on the sofas. Gu Chengyuan had woken up too, but he was still dazed, thinking that he couldn't sleep too long since he hadn't showered yet.