Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

Watching Cheng Kun turn and lead the way, Liu Qianqian secretly tugged at Yu Le's sleeve from behind, protesting in a low voice.

"I don't have chilblains! You're the one who has them!"

Yu Le glanced at her sideways and retorted in a low voice.

"Shut up. That's the male lead, the scumbag in the movie. Stay away from him, or you'll get roasted alive by those seductive eyes of his."

Liu Qianqian was so angry that she wanted to stomp on him, but in this unfamiliar place, she could only timidly shrink back and follow behind like a wronged little quail.

The guesthouse was indeed of average quality, but fortunately Li Dawei was kind enough to arrange a suite for us.

Although the wallpaper was a bit yellowed and the carpet had a musty smell, the heating was working quite well.

As soon as Yu Le entered the room, he threw the heavy pink suitcase on the ground, sprawled on the bed in a starfish position, and let out a sigh that sounded like his soul had left his body.

"He's alive..."

Liu Qianqian, on the other hand, was full of energy. She took off her down jacket and started touching and looking around the room.

"Yu Le! There's a big color TV here!"

"Yu Le! You can see the film set from this window!"

"Yu Le! I want instant noodles! I saw they sell braised beef noodles at the counter when I came up here!"

Yu Le turned over, buried her face in the pillow, and her voice came out muffled.

"Eat my ass. The makeup test is tomorrow. If you eat too much tonight, your face will be swollen like a pig's head tomorrow. Li Dawei will return you on the spot."

"Can I skip the soup?"

"No. Eat apples. I just bought a bag downstairs, wash them yourself."

Liu Qianqian let out a wail, threw herself onto the sofa, and started crunching on the apple, her expression as fierce as if she were gnawing on Yu Le's flesh.

The next morning, before dawn, Yu Le was awakened by the sound of banging on the door.

When the makeup artist rushed in carrying large bags, Liu Qianqian was still fast asleep, wrapped in her blanket, with drool hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Yu Le ruthlessly pulled back the warm blanket.

"Get up! Time to get to work! Don't you want to be a big star?"

Ten minutes later, Liu Qianqian, looking utterly dejected, was forced to stand in front of the makeup mirror.

Makeup techniques back then weren't as "magical" as they are in later generations; they emphasized a good foundation.

The makeup artist was so excited looking at Liu Qianqian's face full of collagen that she didn't know where to put the powder puff.

"This skin... it's like a peeled egg! No need for foundation!"

It took an hour of effort.

When Liu Qianqian came out of the dressing room, Yu Le, who was eating sunflower seeds next to her, paused for a moment.

It was a light gold dress with intricate yet tasteful lace trim. She wore a matching small hat, and a few curls of her hair cascaded playfully down her sides.

She stood there, chin slightly raised, her charming naiveté, noble air, and a touch of arrogance instantly captivating the eye.

This is Bai Xiuzhu.

That rich heiress you can't bring yourself to hate.

The surrounding staff were all stunned.

"Holy crap... this looks like it was copied straight from a book!"

"So beautiful, her aura is amazing!"

Liu Qianqian felt a little embarrassed by everyone's stares. Just as she was about to give a silly smile, Yu Le's spoilsport voice drifted over.

"Take it back. Don't laugh. If you laugh, you'll give yourself away."

Yu Le walked over, straightened the lace at her neckline, and flicked her forehead.

"Remember this: from now on, you're the rich young lady who's arrogant, looks down on everyone, and gets whatever you want. Just bring out that same fierce determination you have when you're stealing my remote."

Liu Qianqian covered her forehead and glared at him fiercely.

"You're the one who grabs the remote!"

"Yes, that's the look in your eyes!"

Li Dawei, who happened to be passing by, saw this scene and slapped his thigh in excitement.

"That one look was absolutely brilliant! That mix of spoiled arrogance and aggrieved expression was spot on! Quick, quick, everyone get ready! Scene one!"

The filming went incredibly smoothly.

Although Liu Qianqian had never studied acting, her age and personality were 90% similar to the character Bai Xiuzhu.

As long as she doesn't deliberately "act," just standing there is enough for her to be in a performance.

Yu Le was also busy.

He moved a small stool and sat behind the monitor, holding a cup of goji berry tea specially provided by Li Dawei, and occasionally gave some "off-site guidance".

"Sisi, stop glaring at me like that."

"This emotional point isn't enough. Think about the braised beef noodles you didn't get to eat last night."

"Cut! Perfect!"

Li Dawei watched the playback on the monitor, his mouth practically splitting open with a grin.

"Mr. Yu, you are truly a master! Your methods for training actors are absolutely brilliant!"

Yu Le blew away the foam on his teacup, keeping his achievements and fame hidden.

"It's nothing, it's just that the child is greedy."

After another shot, Liu Qianqian's scenes for the morning were finished.

She rubbed her slightly stiff face, lifted her elaborate lace skirt, and dashed towards the rest area like a playful corgi.

"Yu Le! I'm hungry!"

Yu Le was nestled on his special little stool, holding a thermos in his hand, without even lifting his eyelids.

"Eat air when you're hungry, there's plenty of air, and you won't gain weight."

Liu Qianqian was furious and was about to pounce on the person to bite when a little girl with pigtails suddenly darted out from the side.

"You must be Xixi, who plays Bai Xiuzhu? Hello, I'm Shuchang, I play Jin Meili, the eighth daughter of the Jin family."

Shu Chang is only fifteen years old at this time. She has a round face, big eyes, and two dimples when she smiles. She looks very cheerful.

When people of the same age meet, they hit it off immediately.

Two underage girls, both surrounded by a group of "old hands" in the film crew, instantly found their tribe.

Within two minutes, the two were already squatting hand in hand in the corner, chattering about which brand of spicy strips was better.

Yu Le glanced at the two little heads huddled together and shook his head helplessly.

These are hardly socialites from the Republican era; they look like two middle school students just out of school.

The stagehand came over pushing a small cart, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Lunch is served! Lunch is served! Line up for your boxed lunches!"

Liu Qianqian held the plastic lunchbox, glanced down at the food inside, and her expression instantly fell.

Cabbage stew with potatoes, potatoes stew with cabbage, plus two unidentified objects that are hard to tell what kind of meat they are, with a layer of suspicious oil floating on top.

"Is this the crew's boxed lunch?" she muttered to herself, poking at the piece of meat with her chopsticks. "Is this even edible?"

Shu Chang, who was sitting next to her, was already eating happily, her mouth stuffed full. She mumbled, "It's alright, much better than the last crew we worked on. That one didn't even have any meat."

Liu Qianqian swallowed a mouthful of cabbage with difficulty; the bland taste of boiled cabbage made her face scrunch up like a bun.

She turned to look at Yu Le.

Yu Le was sitting in the corner, staring blankly at the lunchbox in his hand. He picked up a piece of potato with his chopsticks, smelled it under his nose, and frowned deeply.

This taste...

wrong.

Why do the potatoes still smell like raw potatoes even after stewing for so long?

He picked up the unidentified piece of meat again and examined the cut surface carefully.

The meat is coarse with distinct fibers; it must be pork, but I don't know which part it came from. It's stewed until very tender, but the toughness is still there.

Yu Le sighed.

He knew the standard of the meals provided on set, and he knew that these days, being able to eat your fill was already a blessing, but the problem was—

He was used to eating the food he cooked himself.

That kind of rice, cooked to perfection, seasoned with precision, and with every bite just right.

Now let him eat this...

It's like asking someone used to driving a Mercedes to ride a tricycle. Although they can both reach their destination, the experience is completely different.

"Yu Le, why aren't you eating?" Liu Qianqian came closer, looking at him expectantly.

"I'm not hungry." Yu Le pushed the lunchbox aside. "You eat it."

"I'm not hungry either." Liu Qianqian immediately pushed her own box away as well. "This food is awful."

Shu Chang looked up, her face full of confusion: "This is bad? I think it's pretty good."

Liu Qianqian and Yu Le exchanged a glance but neither of them spoke.

This child has truly never eaten anything good.