Chapter 697: Chapter 697: Baby, Throw a Fist
Tong Yan rubbed her stomach and said pitifully, "I’m hungry."
Director Wang wanted to flip the table; this girl really knows how to ruin the mood. The atmosphere was so good just now, can we keep it going? Don’t stop, hey!
And even if you’re hungry, there’s no need to say it out loud. Don’t most girls shyly avoid admitting it and say they’re not hungry? Don’t take the road less traveled, hey!
His emotions were like a roller coaster, up and down, up and down.
But now it’s indeed time to eat. After all, they’ve been filming since early morning. The staff has been working hard without a break, and everyone’s exhausted.
Director Wang invited the crew to go straight into the small restaurant for a meal. Although the tables and chairs were broken, they could just spread a mat on the ground and eat sitting down. After all, working in this industry means getting used to hardships.
Tong Yan didn’t mind at all and sat on the ground just like them, quite boldly.
The landlady was very grateful to these people for not only helping to chase away those collecting protection fees but also for staying behind for a meal even when there were no tables or chairs.
So the portions of the food were extremely generous.
Plates of food were brought out, the aroma was overwhelming, making everyone hungry.
Eating like this felt a bit boring, so Tong Yan thought, "Why don’t we play a game? Win to get a bite."
Director Wang was very receptive to such games; they are funny and pass the time, "Sure, let’s play something simple, just do rock-paper-scissors with the person next to you. Whoever wins gets to eat a bite of food."
As the game started, more than a dozen people immediately became lively. After ten minutes, most of the crew had managed to taste some food.
Only Tong Yan hadn’t eaten anything at all because she had never won.
Such a simple game that relied entirely on luck, she couldn’t believe she couldn’t win even once.
Tong Yan looked at the delicious dishes, swallowed, and her stomach growled louder. For these dishes, she was determined to win.
"The feng shui here isn’t good, I want to change places."
In the end, she moved from one spot to another and back to her original place, yet she still hadn’t won.
As a foodie, surrounded by all this good food but unable to eat any of it—what kind of feeling is that?
The answer: Worse than death, filled with despair.
Tong Yan felt exactly like that now, and the more she wanted to eat, the less she could.
#Little Fatty, stay strong. Little Fatty, don’t cry, hang in there.#
One of the crew said, "I’m full. I can barely eat anymore. Should we keep playing the game?"
Others chimed in, speaking pitifully, "Yeah, yeah, Little Fatty, why don’t you just eat? Don’t bother with the game anymore."
Tong Yan: ...
She felt deeply insulted and wanted to hit someone. What to do?
Director Wang, watching from the side, was about to die laughing. Little Fatty’s peculiar luck never failed to amaze him.
He admired no one else but Tong Xiaopang.
Tong Yan rolled up her sleeves, ready to give it her all. She didn’t believe it; she had to win.
By this point, it wasn’t just about eating anymore. At this moment, she was fighting for her dignity!
At some point, Bo Yimo sat down beside her, wrapped his arm around her slim waist, and with a smile in his eyes and on his lips, said, "Baby, throw a punch."
His voice was just the right volume for everyone present to hear.
This left the surrounding crew not knowing what to do. Now that he had told her to throw a punch, should they lose on purpose or should they try to win?
If they lost on purpose, would it be too obvious?
If they won, it would feel a bit unfair and unsportsmanlike.
One had to admit, Young Master Mo gave them a tough puzzle to solve.
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