Li Yang was met with disdainful looks from everyone, and he sheepishly turned back to his food.
Some shows are really relaxing for artists, at least that's the case when it comes to eating. He was already eating his second high-calorie pumpkin pie, with two small pieces of marinated pig trotters in his bowl.
Shu Ran couldn't help but comment on his indulgent behavior, "Li Yang, you eat quite a lot, aren't you afraid your manager will scold you?"
Li Yang had already embraced the mindset of a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, "From the moment I picked up my chopsticks, my manager should be keeping a close eye on me. I've given up, eating is the biggest thing now. At worst, I'll just spend a few days in the gym when I get back."
Shu Ran admired his positive attitude. Her bowl only had a little bit of rice, which she barely touched, having only drunk the soup and taken a couple of bites of vegetables and meat, the types she could count on one hand.
