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"Click."

Yu Le ruthlessly tore open a bag of Lay's potato chips and stuffed it into the mouth that was eagerly waiting to be fed.

"All you ever think about is eating. You're playing Wang Yuyan, not Wang Yuchi (meaning 'eating')."

Liu Qianqian puffed out her cheeks and retorted in a muffled voice.

"Even fairies need to eat! How can they have the energy to float if they don't eat?"

She quickly chewed up the potato chips and then reached for Yu Le's backpack with her wicked little hand.

As expected of a major production by CCTV, the logistical support for "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" is impeccable.

Braised pork belly, twice-cooked pork, and big chicken legs – a different dish every day.

Yu Le was worried that there wouldn't be much good food in this desolate wilderness, so he specially brought a big box of seasonings to prepare for cooking a special meal.

As it turned out, it wasn't used much.

Except for the occasional time when this girl gets a craving in the middle of the night and insists on having a late-night snack, Yu Le will reluctantly start using the spatula.

The rest of the time, he was too lazy to cook, and just made do with whatever was available.

The days passed by like flowing water, in a rhythm of "Liu Qianqian filming" and "Yu Le lying down".

In the blink of an eye, the leaves in Xinchang turned yellow and fell again, and time slipped away to New Year's Day 2003.

Early that morning, the film crew was given a rare half-day off.

Yu Le didn't sleep in; instead, she moved a recliner to sunbathe outside her room.

He was holding a thermos in his hand and had a thick notebook spread out on his lap.

The two-yuan pen in his hand was used to write with great skill and grace.

"I'm reserving this song 'Aurora' for Angela Chang... No, what if my daughter wants to sing it someday? I'll reserve it first."

"This song, 'Persian Cat'... never mind, the style is too wild, Sissi can't handle it, let's sell it to S.H.E to get some pocket money."

"And this song 'Fairy Tale'...tsk tsk, sorry Michael Wong, I'll take this tearjerker for now."

Yu Le muttered to himself as he frantically typed in his notebook.

This was his daily routine after transmigrating—while the memories in his mind were still fresh, he quickly dug up all the popular entertainment works from his later life.

He practically wore out the doors of the copyright bureau.

The copyright certificates he holds now are so thick they could be used as bricks to hit someone.

It's a fool not to take this free money.

"Brother Yu! Writing poetry again?"

A figure wrapped in a military overcoat strolled over, and before the person even arrived, the smell of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) wafted over first.

It was Hu Jun.

This Boss Qiao is bold and magnanimous in the movie, and he's also very sociable in real life.

He likes to ask Yu Le for a couple of drinks whenever he has free time, and also to complain about Zhang Jizhong, that skinflint.

"What are you writing poems for? Keeping accounts?"

Yu Le closed his notebook and started making things up.

"Bookkeeping? What kind of bookkeeping?"

Hu Jun plopped down on the stone stool next to him, peeking out curiously.

"I'll remember how many meals this girl owes me. When she becomes famous, I'll make sure she gets it all back, with interest."

Yu Le pointed upstairs.

Hu Jun laughed and tilted his head back to take a swig of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor).

"You're being too polite. I think that girl, Xixi, is very dependent on you. Not to mention food expenses, she'll probably hand over all her earnings to you to manage in the future."

"Forget it, I'll be grateful if she doesn't eat me out of house and home."

Yu Le rolled her eyes.

Just then, a taxi, kicking up dust, pulled up in front of the door.

The car door opened.

A leg wearing a black knee-high boot stepped out first.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Xiaoli, wearing sunglasses and a red cashmere scarf, walked down with an aura of confidence.

He was also carrying two huge insulated boxes.

Before the two huge insulated containers even hit the ground, an irresistible aroma of meat wafted out through the gaps.

Liu Qianqian, who was lying on the bed in the room pretending to be dead, suddenly sat up abruptly as soon as she twitched her nose.

The ethereal beauty and otherworldly charm in those phoenix eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a gleaming green wolfish light.

"Mom! What brings you here!"

The little girl didn't even bother to put on her shoes; barefoot, she pounced on the prey like a hungry tiger.

Liu Xiaoli had just taken off her sunglasses and hadn't even had a chance to strike an elegant, loving motherly pose when a small bullet slammed into her arms.

"Hey! Slow down! Nobody's going to take it from you!"

Liu Xiaoli was knocked back half a step, patted her daughter's back reproachfully, but her face broke into a big smile.

As Liu Xiaoli pulled her daughter out of her arms, she deftly opened the lid of the thermos.

Steaming hot.

Braised pork belly in a rich, dark sauce, scrambled eggs with shrimp that are translucent and glistening, and a box of freshly stir-fried bok choy.

She prepared this at home, quickly packed it up, and brought it by plane.

It was New Year's Day, and school was on holiday, so she thought she would come to the film set to see her daughter.

"Eat slowly, this child looks like a starving ghost reincarnated."

Liu Xiaoli scolded her, but her hands honestly stuffed the chopsticks into Liu Qianqian's hand, and at the same time used a tissue to wipe the drool from the corner of the girl's mouth.

Yu Le didn't stand on ceremony and dragged his recliner over, a pair of disposable chopsticks appearing in his hand at some point.

"The braised pork looks great; the sugar is caramelized perfectly."

He picked up a piece, examined it in the sunlight, and then swallowed it in one gulp.

Rich but not greasy, it melts in your mouth.

Although it's still far inferior to what he made, it's much better than the food served on set.

"That's right, don't you even know who did it?"

Looking at the two greedy cats, one big and one small, Liu Xiaoli's smile was even brighter than the winter sun.

Just then.

An untimely sound of footsteps, accompanied by a pungent smell of cologne, abruptly interrupted the scene.

"Wow, this is a remote mountain area, but the food is pretty good."

His voice was greasy, with a hoarse quality that seemed to have been soaked in alcohol for years.

Liu Qianqian was engrossed in her work and completely oblivious to what was happening around her.

Yu Le paused slightly as he chewed the braised pork.

Out of politeness and instinctive wariness, Liu Xiaoli turned away.

Standing a few steps away was a middle-aged man wearing an Armani suit.

He was round-figured, his belly stretched his shirt so much it looked like a balloon about to burst, and the thick gold chain around his neck was blindingly bright in the sunlight.

This look practically screams "nouveau riche" on his forehead.

The man had originally come for the excitement. His gaze swept over Liu Qianqian, a hint of amazement flashing in his eyes, but quickly, that amazement shifted to Liu Xiaoli.

Compared to the naive Liu Qianqian, Liu Xiaoli, who exudes a mature charm at this moment and is wearing high boots and a red scarf, is obviously more to the greasy man's liking.

"My name is Zhu Fugui, and I am one of the investors in this film."

Zhu Fugui stretched out a hand adorned with a large gold watch, a self-proclaimed charming smile plastered on his face, and his small eyes, squeezed into slits by fat, gleamed with undisguised greed.

"Madam, what's your name?"

Liu Xiaoli frowned almost imperceptibly.

Having been in the industry for so many years, she was all too familiar with that kind of look.

Like a wolf eyeing its prey, it made her feel uncomfortable and nauseous.

"I am Liu Qianqian's mother."

Liu Xiaoli didn't reach out, but simply nodded politely and moved aside to block Zhu Fugui's view of Liu Qianqian, who was gnawing on a chicken leg.

"So it's Aunt Liu! My apologies for not recognizing you!"

Zhu Fugui wasn't embarrassed. He withdrew his hand, wiped it on his suit pants, and took two steps forward.

The cologne scent was even stronger, almost making Yu Le spit out the braised pork in his mouth.

"No wonder Miss Sissi is so beautiful; she inherited her mother's good genes! If you didn't know, you'd think they were sisters!"

Liu Xiaoli managed to maintain a polite smile.

"Mr. Zhu, you flatter me. If there's nothing else, we're still having dinner..."

"Good food! What's so good about this boxed lunch?"

Zhu Fugui waved his hand, displaying his heroic spirit.

"I haven't eaten either, so let's meet by chance. I've hosted a gathering at the Emperor Hotel tonight, inviting several key members of the film crew. Mrs. Liu, would you do me the honor of joining us? Shall we chat about Miss Sissi's upcoming scenes while we eat?"