Ch.142 Hot Pot (1)

“Sis Qi, what are you in a daze about? We’re going in.” When leading man Qi Mo saw her standing at the door staring at the paper lanterns, he urged her.

Only then did Lin Yueqi come back to her senses. With an “okay”, she quickly followed in.

You had to change your shoes when you entered the place. Everyone gets a pair of slippers.

Since the visitors were all scheduled customers, each pair of slippers is custom-made to the customer’s size with the customers’ names embroidered on them. With the help of the attendant, Lin Yueqi changed her slippers and straightened her body. Then, the attendant pushed open the wooden paper door and invited her in.

An aroma wafted into her nose.

The smell of hot pot.

There are sixteen people in the cast. With eight people per table, they had two tables in total.

Lin Yueqi sat side by side with the leading man Qi Mo. The director and assistant director sat to her right, and the four accompanying writers also sat at the same table with them.

In the middle was a casserole pot filled with boiling soup. White smoke was rising out from the top. The soup is made with oysters and boiled to a milky white color, and then pickled vegetables were thrown in to cook as well, creating a fragrant aroma. With a gurgling sound, the oysters and the pickled vegetables popped out onto the surface.

Even though it was an ordinary dish, the creamy soup served with sides like pickled cabbage, shiitake mushrooms, and oysters, gave off a delicious aroma.

Ths tantalizing flavor of the soup mixed in with the appetizing sourness of the pickled vegetables stimulated the taste buds to produce saliva, and their stomachs were clamoring to be fed.

The people around the table couldn’t help but swallow their saliva as they gathered around the hotpot.

Qi Mo is one of Jiachen’s contracted artists, and Jiachen was extremely harsh on their actors. He usually ate in moderation and would never eat something high-calorie like this.

But right now, he picked up his chopsticks and couldn’t wait to ask, “Can we start now?”

The director was also tickled by the wonderful aroma. He laughed. “The food isn’t served yet, what’s the hurry?”

As soon as he finished speaking, a girl in a black chef’s uniform walked into the hall with two plates of white meat. She placed the two plates on the bar and took out a knife. Smiling to the two tables of customers, she said, “Sorry for the wait.”

The girl was only about twenty and no taller than 160cm. She had delicate features and a thin figure. When she picked up the bulky iron cleaver, everyone was worried that she wouldn’t be able to hold it well and that the weight of the cleaver would break that dainty arm.

But soon, the cleaver was in her hand, and she was able to twirl the cleaver easily ono her palm like an acrobatics show.

The director clapped and shouted, “Amazing!”

The bar was situated right in front of the two tables and it only went up to the girl’s waist. Li Murou served up to pieces of white meat that was kept frozen at a low temperature. With gentle strokes of her knife, she cut the meat into slices.

Each slice of meat was cut paper-thin. After she put together about a hundred slices arranged on a plate, she brought them to the table.

Lin Yueqi was clearly hungry too, and she couldn’t stand the aroma.

Who under the heavens could stand the temptation of food?

Once the meat was served, everyone started moving their chopsticks. Only Lin Yueqi was holding down her stomach desperately, watching everyone else at the table chow down.

The director slurped up about a dozen meat slices before he asked Lin Yueqi, “Xiao Lin, aren’t you eating?”

Lin Yueqi swallowed her spit again and shook her head, rubbing her stomach. “The movie just finished shooting, I’ll have to start losing weight. I really can’t eat more. I’ll just watch you guys eat while I drink water.”

But under the scent of the food, the tea just tasted bland in her mouth.

75 kilos may not be much for a normal person, but for an actress, it could completely destroy her future in the industry.

As soon as her voice trailed off, diet-fiend Qi Mo picked up a piece of meat and dipped it into the soup pot, fishing it out in just a few seconds. He deliberately brought the cooked meat in front of Lin Yueqi, shaking it. Under the light, she could see the cooked meat coated in a translucent shine.

A wave of insuppressible hunger rushed into her nose, but Lin Yueqi’s stomach was doing its best to resist. Due to her extreme reticence, her forehead was covered in a layer of sweat.