For a mont, various speculations filled the air among the crowd; so were sincerely guessing the reason behind the events, while others made sarcastic remarks, adding a subtle tension to the atmosphere.
Just as Nell Sue was basking in the attention as the center of focus, she suddenly noticed a food cart slowly approaching from behind, with a prominent banner displayed on its body.
The cart had clearly just arrived. As soon as it stopped, the man in the passenger seat swiftly jumped out, holding a gaphone and loudly announcing, "Friends in the production crew, you’ve all worked hard! We’ve prepared boxed lunches for Miss Nell Sue, please co and get yours!"
His voice was loud and clear, ensuring everyone heard his call.
The scene instantly fell into a brief silence, with faces full of confusion and puzzlent: "What’s happening here?"
"Didn’t we just eat?"
Whispers like these spread throughout the crowd.
Another delivery?
Such occurrences were rare.
As her gaze shifted, Nell Sue could clearly see the ssage on the banner at the front of the new cart.
Thanks to everyone in the crew for your hard work. This is a special lunch ordered by Nell Sue for everyone. Please enjoy.
On the surface, the ssage was impeccable. After all, many stars choose to show their support and gratitude towards the team this way. But the core issue now was that everyone present was holding the first round of distributed boxed lunches, with so even handling their second al.
At this mont, an employee responsible for coordinating the scene looked at the cara, bewildered, and asked Nell Sue: "Miss Sue, how co there are two tis?"
Faced with this sudden situation, even Nell Sue was surprised and flustered, barely managing a smile as she replied, "How can it be said it’s two tis? The previous batch was actually the first real supply, and this ti it’s the one I arranged myself."
Her explanation seed to hardly dispel the doubts lurking in others’ hearts. An assistant nearby glanced down at the half-eaten boxed al in hand, murmuring uncertainly, "So, whose food are we eating now?"
The surroundings imdiately buzzed with nurous discussions. Director Ethan Smith approached, frowning, and asked seriously, "Did you send food twice?"
Nell Sue hurriedly shook her head in denial, her tone filled with obvious tension and unease, "No, I—I only delivered once."
Her heartbeat accelerated, fearing she might say sothing wrong.
Ethan Smith furrowed his brows further and continued questioning, "Then, can you specifically say what dishes you ordered?"
Nell Sue’s throat moved slightly, feeling a thirst, as her agent whispered a few reminders nearby, prompting her to respond, "I ordered so Sichuan dishes."
Her voice was a bit shaky, hoping to mask the panic within.
Ethan Smith looked down at the food in his hand, his expression gradually stiffening.
anwhile, a crew mber seeing the dishes paled significantly, asking with a sour face, "This... the lobster, eel, and Buddha Jumps Over the Wall in here... were these your orders?"
Nell Sue was dumbfounded, her mind blank.
Lobster?
Eel?
Buddha Jumps Over the Wall?
How did these items appear in her order?
Was she dreaming?
Was she going insane?
It’s not easy becoming a familiar face in this showbiz industry, especially for soone not even counted as a third-tier actor. How could she afford to treat the entire staff to such expensive food?
Even if she had the ability, she wouldn’t do it; it’s too unrealistic.
At that mont, a crew mber rembered Clara Bennett ntioning that her friend was also going to order food, quickly handing the phone to soone beside him, then hurriedly ran to Clara Bennett.
The crew mber’s face was grim, his voice sowhat low as he asked, "White, Nell Sue just said she ordered Sichuan dishes. Perhaps you could contact your friend to verify? Maybe what we’re eating now is exactly their order."
George Taylor, standing beside, was speechless, silently thinking: How could such a thing happen?
What a big misunderstanding.
Clara Bennett’s face was full of confusion and puzzlent. She gently said, "Alright, I’ll find out."
She then pretended to calmly walk to the side, picking up the phone as if making a call.
A mont later, she returned and explained to everyone, "I really didn’t expect this to be a misunderstanding. It seems what you’re eating is ordered by my friend. Apologies, I initially thought it was provided by Miss Sue without much thought, which caused this confusion."
Upon hearing this, the crew mber was nearly breaking down, his face turning pale instantly, stamring, "How could you say that, White? This is entirely my fault. I really didn’t anticipate it would be like this. Seeing soone delivering food, I naturally assud it was arranged by Miss Nell Sue. I was too careless."
Clara Bennett maintained a polite deanor and calmly said, "Indeed, it’s because I didn’t clarify; sorry for troubling everyone."
George Taylor nearby, however, bluntly questioned the crew mber, "What does this have to do with you? Does such a matter need to be specially emphasized? Without confirming who sent the food, you just assud it was Nell Sue? How are you handling things?"
At this mont, the crew mber was rendered speechless, feeling extrely embarrassed, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into.
How could such a muddle happen?
Understanding the truth, Ethan Smith was also filled with rage, glaring at the crew mber, harshly reprimanding, "Can’t even manage this small task! Don’t co tomorrow!"
Nell Sue knew the video broadcast wasn’t over yet, feeling a bit anxious, hurriedly saying, "Where did things go wrong? Give Clara the phone. I want to apologize personally."
The person quickly handed over the phone, and Nell Sue took it, feigning a smile as she spoke softly into it, "Clara, did anything get ssed up?"
Clara Bennett replied, "Oh, Miss Sue, it’s really no big deal. Actually, it’s just that a friend of mine knew I was busy working here, worried I’d be hungry, so he volunteered to send food. Seeing everyone working hard, I felt a bit embarrassed enjoying the delicious als alone, so I asked him to order extra for everyone in the crew. Unexpectedly, even though Miss Sue, you weren’t at the site today, you were still mindful of everyone’s als."
"The crew didn’t know the als were specially prepared by my friend for , assuming they were thoughtfully arranged by you for everyone, thus mistaking my friend’s delivery for your arrangent."
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