Upon hearing this, Song Shi'an looked down and smelled himself; he was indeed thoroughly pickled.
He looked up and asked, "Has everyone not had dinner yet?"
The fans in the front row quickly waved their hands, "It's okay, An'an, we'll go back and eat later." She clenched the support banner in her hand and looked at him expectantly, " An'an, the new movie will definitely be a huge hit, we'll see An'an standing on the awards stage, right!"
Seeing their expressions, Song Shi'an smiled and nodded, "I definitely will in the future."
The fans cheered, believing An's future was destined for stardom.
Lu Shiyue stood in the crowd, her smile never fading beneath her mask. Becoming Song Shi'an's fan site admin was the right choice.
After the group had finished interacting, Song Shi'an said goodbye to his fans.
Everyone was reluctant to part, and he waved goodbye, saying, "Take care on your journey, and post a message on Weibo to let everyone know you've arrived home safely!"
Everyone burst out laughing, "Okay! Definitely!"
Turning his head, he saw Wen Qing looking at him with a smile, "Tsk tsk tsk, your interaction with fans is so different from usual. The cute little brother has turned into a gentle senior."
Song Shi'an felt a little embarrassed by her comment and scratched the back of his head. "Is it that different from usual?"
He Minglou chimed in, "Don't listen to her nonsense, this is good." He turned to Wen Qing and said, "And don't tease him all the time. You're usually so tough, but you always act like a gentle older sister in front of them."
Wen Qing rolled her eyes at He Minglou: "Yeah, yeah, you're so great." Then she waved to Song Shi'an, " Xiao An'an, let's go get some barbecue, I just smelled something delicious."
Song Shi'an was half-dragged and half-pulled away by her. He Minglou shook his head helplessly, thinking, "Two childish devils."
When I got back, I saw Lin Fan sitting next to the barbecue grill, enjoying his meal. He had chili powder on his lips and had already collected a small handful of skewers in his hand.
Not long after Song Shi'an left, the meat on the rack started sizzling and the aroma wafted into his nose on the mountain breeze. Lin Fan thought he should check if it was cooked for his brother, so he ate one skewer after another.
Song Shi'an walked over and looked at the empty iron plate. "Did you eat it all?"
Lin Fan guiltily hid the skewer behind his back. "Brother, there's still plenty. I just wanted to taste it to see if the meat was fresh. I can't let you get a stomachache."
Song Shi'an didn't call him out on it, and picked up the spice jar again. "I'll grill it, and you can post a 'homecoming check-in 'Weibo Weibo me."
Lin Fan looked puzzled. "What do you mean, bro?"
Song Shi'an arranged the meat skewers on the shelf. "It's just for fans to check in when they get home. It doesn't matter what it means, just post it."
Although Lin Fan didn't understand, he still obediently logged onto his brother's Weibo and posted. "Arrived home, checking in!"
The person who hadn't posted on Weibo in ages suddenly popped up, and all the fans flooded in.
"What does this mean? Was your account hacked?"
"Wrong number? I accidentally sent this to a collapsed house!"
"Isn't this a bit ambiguous, my An? But I like it."
"Haha, An'an is so cute. Actually, we're the ones who came to wait for the wrap-up of filming today. An'an told us to be careful on our way home and to check in on Weibo when we get home."
"Wow, even I, a casual viewer, am tempted to become a fan after watching this. Is it really this interactive?"
"Ding! Check-in successful! My home is nearby, I'm home now!"
[Image] I'm still stuck in traffic on the highway!
"[Image] I'm eating grilled sausage at the service station. An'an smells so good today, it's making my mouth water."
"Have you guys noticed that An'an always smells nice? Today she came out smelling like barbecue, which makes her even more down-to-earth, hahaha."
"Upstairs, that's not grounding, that's connecting to the kitchen. When I smelled that, my stomach was growling so loudly the whole street could hear it."
Wen Qing saw Song Shi'an's Weibo and walked over with a smile, saying, "Your move deserves a six."
After saying that, she sniffed and looked at the row of sizzling meat skewers in Song Shi'an's hand. "Why do yours taste different from mine?"
Song Shi'an brushed on a layer of his secret sauce, instantly elevating the aroma of the grilled meat to another level. "I made a barbecue sauce, it's really delicious. There's some more here if Sister Qing wants some."
Wen Qing brazenly pulled out a chair and sat down. "Okay, thanks. And could you grill me a couple more skewers of squid while you're at it?"
The entire crew gradually gathered around the barbecue grill, plates in hand, gossiping about funny things that happened during filming.
Everyone felt that the sauce prepared by Song Shi'an made tasted several times better than usual.
Someone couldn't help but ask, "It smells amazing, what's in it?"
Song Shi'an took a bite of the beef skewer. "Just mix in the seasonings the director bought."
The director, who was being called out, was taken aback. He had only bought normal seasonings—cumin, chili salt, the most common kinds from the supermarket. Could mixing them really produce this result? He would go back and try making it for his wife.
After everyone finished eating, they filmed some behind-the-scenes footage, Song Shi'an then realized that behind-the-scenes footage could indeed be filmed.
The director had them strike a few poses pretending to be fooling around on set, and then had them say some closing remarks to the camera. It took quite a while before they finally wrapped up.
After filming officially wrapped, I set off back to school early the next morning.
Song Shi'an slept the whole way, his head resting against the car window, and wouldn't wake up no matter how Lin Fan called him.
The movie production team has already released the main cast posters, taking advantage of the current buzz to promote the film.
Fans claimed their idols in the comments section of Weibo.
He Minglou's fans are praising how handsome Brother Lou looks in battle-worn makeup, while Wen Qing's fans are saying how cool Sister Qing looks wielding a baseball bat.
Song Shi'an was at the very edge of the poster, dressed in clean work clothes, with goggles perched crookedly on his head. His eyes were innocent and harmless, shining brightly among a group of filthy people covered in blood.
"A bunch of dirty bags mixed with a white dough ball, hahaha!"
"Don't you find it glaringly obvious? None of the female characters are as clean-cut as him. Did he get the role through connections?"
"Damn, you know what, I hope this movie isn't ruined by a few bad apples. I've been looking forward to it for three years!"
"What nonsense are you spouting? Can't the character just be like that?"
"Please, lady upstairs, this is an infinite flow dungeon, right? Everyone else is almost dead, and he's the only one who's all white and tender. Is he playing a dungeon NPC?"
"I'd guess he's a useless, pampered member of the team, and the whole team is protecting him, otherwise it wouldn't make sense."
"Then I'll make a wild guess about the hidden boss; the most harmless one is most likely to be the most ruthless."
"You guys can argue all you want, but has anyone noticed that this pale-faced guy looks familiar? Isn't he that spokesperson for Fengtu that we see everywhere lately?"