The screenwriter beside couldn’t wait for the director to speak and rushed over, intimately wrapping an arm around Yang Lusi’s shoulder and eagerly asking, "Is Zaizai really going to act? Whatever she needs, any requests are no problem, we can fulfill them all!"
Upon hearing the name "Zaizai," Yang Lusi’s eyes lit up as well.
The two exchanged glances, suddenly, they had a mutual understanding!
Yang Lusi asked, "Are you in the fan group?"
The screenwriter nodded frantically, "Sparkling Water No Sugar, that’s me!"
Yang Lusi burst into laughter, "So you’re Sparkling Water No Sugar, I’m the Sheep Not Eating Grass!"
"You’re the Sheep Mama, always the rich lady throwing castles in the live room!" The screenwriter exclaimed, her eyes filled with the excitement of meeting a fellow hometown friend.
Yang Lusi chuckled bashfully, "Not a rich lady, filming is just a job, just a worker bee like anyone else."
In this grand family reunion scene, the two took out their phones to follow each other, then chatted warmly and shared adorable photos of Zaizai.
The director left on the side: "..." Is this my room?
The director sighed, turned around, and grabbed two bottles of sugar-free sparkling water, also picked the two best-looking cups and poured the sparkling water, then handed them over.
The screenwriter took it with a face full of disdain, "The cup is ugly."
On the black cup, there was a sketch of a water faucet.
Yang Lusi smiled politely, but her eyes were also filled with dislike.
On the white cup, there was a sketch of a pool.
The director, annoyed, was just about to complain a bit, but the two were already looking down at their phones chatting again, ignoring him.
The director had no outlet to vent his anger, so he sulked.
The director went into the kitchen, making a clatter with cups, bowls, and chopsticks, but unfortunately, the two women were like they were deaf, no one asked a thing.
The director muttered to himself in the kitchen, complaining: "These cups, I bought them at an art exhibition, each was fifty M gold, do you understand art! All hand-painted! Handmade! Unique in the world! I’m so pissed off!"
"This photo is so cute, the one of Zaizai eating strawberries is great, send it to me, send it to me!"
"Sure, I’ll send it to you right away! I screenshotted it from the Pastoral Life episode where they pick strawberries!" Yang Lusi proudly smiled, "I spent a lot to have it made in high definition!"
"So great, so great, this one is pretty too!" The screenwriter pointed at a photo of Zaizai overturning a bowl on a mouse, "I want this one too!"
"And this one, Zaizai punching, so adorable, I want it as a phone screensaver!"
"Alright, alright, I’ll give them all to you, all of them!"
After setting up the screensaver, the screenwriter seemed to remember the director and looked around in confusion, "Where’s the director?"
Yang Lusi also recalled she actually had business with the director!
The two looked everywhere and finally found the director in the kitchen, where he was preparing to enjoy the pleasure of steak and buttered bread alone, only to have that pleasure no longer belonging to him when the two women found him!
Yang Lusi complimented, "The steak is really well-cooked!"
The screenwriter smiled, "He has a secret technique."
Yang Lusi’s eyes lit up, "Zaizai loves eating steak, if she joins the crew to film, I could make steak for her! Director, what’s the secret, teach me!"
"Hmph! Call me Master!"
Yang Lusi quickly corrected, "Master, I’m begging you, please teach me the secret of cooking steak quickly!"
The director smirked proudly, pointing to the palm of his hand, "The secret is all here, around the base of the thumb."
Yang Lusi leaned in for a closer look and found that the spot the director pointed to was the fleshy part below the thumb.
The director touched the pads of his thumb and pinky finger together, pointing at the protruding flesh, "You press here and feel it with your fingers."
"When connected to the pinky, it’s the touch of a well-done steak." The director touched the pads of his thumb and ring finger together, "Try feeling it here."
Yang Lusi pressed lightly with her finger, and her eyes brightened, "Not as firm! This is the touch of medium-well?"
"Smart!" The director praised and then touched the pads of his thumb and middle finger together, "Try the feel here."
Yang Lusi exclaimed, "This is... the touch of medium rare!"
"That’s right!" The director switched to touching the pads of his thumb and index finger together, making an OK gesture, "This is the last feel, once you get this feel, you can OK graduate!"
Yang Lusi pressed lightly, "Medium rare! That’s amazing!"
The director boasted, "When pan-frying a steak, if you’re unsure of the doneness by pressing with a spatula, you can use this method to distinguish. For instance, if you want a medium-well steak, have the pads of your thumb and ring finger together, and feel the sensation at this protruding part. If the steak you cook feels like that, it means it’s medium-well done."