"You were so amazing in the secret room; the production team will definitely keep that footage," the staff mber mimicked Qi Ming’s earlier speaking style in response, "After all, everyone has seen the live broadcast already, and when they rewatch it later, this segnt won’t make much of a difference. Might as well keep it, it’ll save the editing teacher so trouble."
Qi Ming wanted to argue a bit more, but the staff mber didn’t give him the slightest chance, "Our scheduled end ti for the program is 9:30 p.m., and there are still two hours left. You guys make your own arrangents; we’re leaving now."
With that, the staff mbers who had been gathered in the room all dispersed.
Qi Ming wanted to grab soone for further discussion, but found no one to grab.
Wen Qiao glanced at the ti and suggested, "Let’s cook first. We’ve all had a busy day and must be tired. After dinner, it’ll be almost ti for the broadcast to end, and we’ll just be able to rest."
Shi Koufan seconded, "Sounds good."
"Mr. Fang, did you put all the ingredients you brought back in the fridge?" asked Wen Qiao.
"Yes," Fang Baichen said as he headed to the kitchen, "There are tomatoes, green beans, cucumbers, winter lon, baby bok choy, potatoes, and so at."
Wen Qiao followed Fang Baichen into the kitchen, and when she saw the ingredients in the fridge, she felt a bit relieved, "Looking at this, aside from tornting us, the production team still treats us like humans when it cos to food and shelter."
Their accommodation for the next two days was a hostay at the foot of the mountain where Shen Zai completed his task. The production team had rented an entire courtyard for the filming of these two episodes.
The first floor was the living room and kitchen, the second floor had two bathrooms and three bedrooms. The comfort level was high and it seed thoughtfully prepared. Considering the ingredients provided, Wen Qiao thought she could let go of the grudge she had about the difficulties added by the production team in the secret room in the afternoon.
Contrary to Wen Qiao’s happiness, Fang Baichen was sowhat troubled, "But, none of us knows how to cook, right?"
"Who says that?" Wen Qiao pointed to herself, "I do."
"....."
Seeing Fang Baichen’s obviously skeptical gaze, Wen Qiao felt that her cooking skills were being questioned. She efficiently tied her hair into a low ponytail, taking out the ingredients from the fridge one by one, "There’s no point talking about it. Mr. Fang, you just wait and eat in a while."
Shi Koufan and Shen Zaiye also gathered around, shocked as they watched Wen Qiao adeptly manage the ingredients.
"You really know how to cook?" asked Shi Koufan.
"Of course," Wen Qiao tied on an apron, "This is a live broadcast, I can’t edit it out. What good would it do to pretend if I couldn’t do it?"
"....."
It did seem to make sense.
Wen Qiao scanned the ingredients on the counter and picked up the box of chicken, "Should I make braised chicken in brown sauce or spicy chicken? But both seem a bit spicy... Can you all handle spicy food?"
Shi Koufan said, "I can, but Mr. Fang and Qi Ming are singers, their throats are quite important, so let’s be careful."
Fang Baichen didn’t mind much, "It’s okay for , I often eat spicy food, no problem."
That left only Qi Ming.
Everyone simultaneously turned to look at Qi Ming, who was squatting in the corner, completely zoning out.
"......"
Wen Qiao gave up on asking for his opinion, "Then let’s go with braised chicken in brown sauce. I’ll just add a little spice for flavor."
Shi Koufan rolled up his sleeves and went around, "I’ll help you!"
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