"Bao, I'm your tea artist and chef, don't you remember the foie gras I made? You even praised it as delicious..." Fang Yumei tried to continue explaining.
Nangong Mo impatiently rebuked, "Get out!"
Not daring to provoke this moody master any further, Fang Yumei nervously scurried out of the study.
As she closed the door, she stole a glance and noticed that Nangong Mo's eyes on the screen had returned to focus, with a hint of... tenderness?
Oh my, this was the first time she saw something akin to "tenderness" in Nangong Mo's eyes.
What charm did that slender Wu Qianman have to enchant Fourth Master so thoroughly?
Fang Yumei clenched her fists and rushed to the kitchen; she was determined to make a hundred servings of foie gras to send to the film set!
Eat, eat, eat Wu Qianman to death!
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On the set of "Long Immortal Road."
When the delivery guy brought a hundred servings of foie gras, the crew was still busily shooting.
