It's already the end of April, and the film crew has been shooting by the riverside for almost half a month. They've gotten into the groove.
This time of year, the mountains and waters are at their prettiest. The grass is growing, the orioles are flying, the lotus is with the dragonflies, and on the ranch's grassland, crickets jump swiftly while mantises rub their claws in preparation, only to occasionally be swallowed whole by the passing Da Hong with its three palaces and six courtyards of Long-tailed Pheasant entourage. It's quite the scene.
Meanwhile, the crew is looking rosy-cheeked and has only one request for the director at this moment: "There aren't any night shoots tonight, right? The canteen's evening meals aren't as good as during the day."
It's not that the kitchen is being lazy; it's just that the chef needs some rest, right?
