The two of them were like huskies let loose as soon as they got out of the car, eating and holding things in their hands, their eyes darting around, grabbing whatever looked delicious at the moment.
Song Shi'an held five skewers of grilled squid in his left hand, a box of salt and pepper mantis shrimp in his right, and his eyes were fixed on the charcoal-grilled oysters not far away.
Lin Fan was even more exaggerated, already carrying three boxes of food, and pointing with his chin at the shaved ice stall next to him. "Bro, that one, that one looks delicious too!"
Song Shi'an looked in the direction he pointed and saw Haicheng's specialty fruit shaved ice.
He hesitated for two seconds, then thought that dessert and seafood wouldn't clash, so he nodded. "Buy!"
The two found a spot with a view of the sea and sat down. A table full of spoils was laid out, and with a gust of sea breeze, the battle began!
Lin Fan was enjoying his meal and showing off when he received a call from Ji Shuyao.
After the call connected, the person on the other end roared, "You guys are stealing food again!"
The two were startled and turned around to look behind them, but there was no one there.
Lin Fan didn't even blink. " Brother Yao, what are you talking about? What do you mean by stealing food? I didn't."
The next second, a WeChat popped up; it was a video link. A video on D Station had over 200,000 likes.
The video begins by filming food at the Haicheng Night Market, then the camera suddenly shifts as if it has discovered something and quickly follows.
The video shows the two eating and shopping along the way, and they were even filmed pulling down their masks to eat.
The comments were floating on the screen.
"I thought the sisters were just trying to get attention, but it turns out it really is An'an!"
"The awards ceremony has just ended, hasn't it? Looks like the kids are quite hungry. I want to eat too!"
"I don't understand why those fake people are attacking him. These two idiots didn't seem unhappy at all. He didn't even care about the award. Only someone else cared, and even posted on Weibo to brag about it, writing a bunch of thank-you notes, hahaha!"
"Sisters, An'an doesn't care about this award; she'll win many more in the future!"
"This is ridiculous! The internet is in an uproar, and the person in question is busy enjoying their food!"
"Luckily, I'm naturally suspicious and didn't scroll past it. They were having so much fun eating. Even if An'an doesn't enter the entertainment industry, she'll be famous as a beauty streamer or a food streamer."
"Seeing that An'an has such a good attitude makes me feel relieved. That's how she should be. There are only negative comments online, so we shouldn't read them!"
Lin Fan stuffed the last skewer of grilled gluten into his mouth, chewing with difficulty. "Brother, shall we turn back?"
"Why are you leaving? We've already eaten half." Song Shi'an put his phone back in his pocket, then picked up a skewer of grilled shrimp. "Finish eating before you go. We can talk about tomorrow tomorrow."
Lin Fan thought about it and agreed with his brother. Since they had already been filmed, eating a couple more skewers wouldn't make things worse.
The two calmly finished off all the remaining spoils, and even bought two ice creams to wrap things up.
In his hotel room, Yin Haowen went berserk while watching the video and then smashed his phone.
The phone slammed onto the carpet with a dull thud, and the assistant standing to the side didn't dare to move.
Yin Haowen cursed, "What are you standing there like a dead man for! Don't you know how to pick it up? Now I look like a clown! Who are you trying to fool with that nonchalant act!"
The assistant quickly crouched down to pick up the phone and handed it to Yin Haowen with trembling hands.
Yin Haowen took the phone, his anger flaring even more. "Useless thing, you have no sense at all, what use are you? Get out!"
The assistant hurriedly ran out. He really regretted it. He had fought tooth and nail to get the job as his assistant. At first, things were a bit better, but now they treated him like dirt. He had even signed a confidentiality agreement and a hefty breach of contract, so leaving would be difficult.
Yin Haowen sat on the bed, picked up the engagement invitation next to him. The Serenoir spokesperson position had been vacant for two years. As long as he secured this endorsement, who would dare say that his Best Actor award was fake?
He had already pulled strings before the awards ceremony this year, and with only a handful of films nominated, his Best Actor award was practically guaranteed.
Unexpectedly, a dark horse emerged out of nowhere, and " The Number One Winner " actually managed to assemble its cast and begin filming.
So what if Song Shi'an is arrogant? He's still always playing supporting roles. How can anyone compare to him?
Song Shi'an sneezed several times in a row. He rubbed his nose and said, " Lin Fan, are you scolding me? All I did was not buy you a potato tower."
Lin Fan quickly retorted, "I didn't! Brother, you're slandering me again!" He then lowered his head guiltily and ate voraciously. Good heavens, how could his brother know that? Does his brother have mind-reading abilities...?
The next morning, Song Shi'an, utterly exhausted, boarded the carriage back to the Capital.
He huddled in the back seat, his face pale, like a fish wilted by the sea breeze. He vowed never to eat indiscriminately again...
When he got home, he lay on the bed like a dead fish, feeling completely uncomfortable.
He had been dozing off all afternoon and was barely recovering when he picked up the script Ji Shuyao had sent him from his bedside table. The cover was titled " Blood-Colored Fog," a suspense drama?
Upon opening it, well, it's a suspenseful light comedy, but the core of the comedy is tragedy.
His character is named Jiang Chi, a top student who graduated from police academy with an IQ of 180, and often acts unpredictably.
While other officers respectfully addressed him as "Chief," he walked in and offered cigarettes to people. " Old Chen, want one?" Director Chen slapped his hand away. "Call me Director Chen!"
This guy has no manners whatsoever; he has no posture at all. During the team's morning meeting, he'd be slumped over his desk catching up on sleep, but when his name was called on, he'd look up and say, "I'm listening."
When asked to summarize the case, he recounted it from beginning to end, with every detail matching perfectly, even pointing out the incorrectly printed page numbers in the case file.
The captain called him a tough nut to crack, to which he replied with a grin, "Then why can't you bear to throw him away?"
No one in the bureau disliked him, but no one didn't find him annoying. He was talented, insightful, and had an exceptionally high accuracy rate in solving cases, but he was always breaking the rules.
On one occasion, he was originally scheduled to evacuate through the back door, but he swaggered out through the front door and even borrowed a light from a suspect who was on lookout at the door.
Afterwards, the captain slammed his fist on the table and asked him if he was crazy. He held an unlit cigarette in his mouth, looking completely innocent. "I just wanted to test whether they recognized me or not."
Jiang Chi volunteered to go undercover; the bureau initially disagreed because he was too conspicuous.
But he said that the more conspicuous a person is, the less suspicious they will be, because no one would believe that someone who shines wherever they go would be an undercover agent.
Director Chen remained silent for a long time before finally signing the document.
Jiang Chi left the police force without telling anyone.
He didn't say goodbye, didn't look back, just like him—always arriving and leaving lightly.
He rose to the position of second-in-command in the gang, and the boss trusted him so much that he almost entrusted his life to him.
He had seen a lot of filth and had his hands stained with blood, but from beginning to end, he sent back every single piece of crucial intelligence.
The end came quickly; during an internal purge, he was betrayed and his identity was exposed.
Before he died, he smiled and said to the man with the gun next to him, "Your boss knows I'm a cop. Don't you know who the first person to check is?"
He died so easily, at the young age of twenty-five.