Mo Si stood to the side, watching her.
Jiang Qiuqiu had only just recovered. Mo Si, worried that the high-intensity work would be too much for her, had come over to keep an eye on things.
"Is there anything I can help with?"
"No need." Jiang Qiuqiu arranged everything she needed, her movements swift and efficient. "Black Hole, you can just go sit over there."
As she spoke, she adjusted the height of the camera robot. Mo Si noticed that it was no longer filming just a corner of the kitchen but was now set for a panoramic shot.
Which meant—
"You're going to be in the shot too?" he asked, his voice deep.
"Yep!" Jiang Qiuqiu was washing a pot. "I've already shown my face once, so a full shot will look more natural. What's wrong? You think I'll look bad on camera?" With her hands still covered in white foam, she turned to look at Mo Si.
"No."
"It's just that it's always been from the waist up," Mo Si offered as a reason. "It might feel a little unfamiliar."
