Peninsula: I'm the Top Streamer

Chapter 684 Both rain and dew are touched
The air inside the RV felt strangely still.

"Sit here," Quan Xuanhe said, patting the seat next to him as Liu Zhimin hesitated.

Zhao Meiyan paused in her chopsticks-holding motion, then turned her head slightly to look at Quan Xuanhe.

Ok?
Upon hearing this, Liu Zhimin first glanced at Zhao Meiyan, and seeing that she was looking at Quan Xuanhe, she silently sat down next to her.

If you want to curse, then curse him; he's the one who made me sit down.

When Liu Zhimin took off her hat and mask, her face, which was fair, had an unnatural blush on it, as if she had been suffocated or had not yet fully recovered from the previous embarrassment.

She lowered her eyes, and her movements seemed somewhat restrained and unnatural.

His eyes were fixed intently on the unopened lunchbox lid in front of him.

Song Yuqi's gaze swept quickly back and forth between the three people opposite her, and she thought to herself, "Oh no!"

She reached out and opened the food boxes one by one, looking at the table that was almost full.

Seeing her actions, Zhao Meiyan and Liu Zhimin also helped open the box.

The dishes were quite plentiful because Kwon Heonhyuk had instructed his assistant in advance to prepare a large variety of dishes.

Quan Xuanhe seemed completely oblivious to the subtle shift in the atmosphere, picking up his chopsticks and speaking casually.

"Try it and see if it suits your taste." He said this to everyone, his gaze sweeping over the open food box on the table.

Because he has lived in China for a long time, his appetite naturally leans more towards Chinese food, and the boxed meals he receives every day on set are also Chinese food.

However, you also need to control your weight. You should eat mostly light food and avoid high-salt foods, as they can easily cause water retention.

It's a small bonus he gets as the lead actor.

Song Yuqi immediately chimed in, raising her voice a few decibels: "All Chinese food? It looks delicious."

She scooped a spoonful of the tender, stewed beef into the bowl.

Zhao Meiyan didn't say anything, but simply picked up her chopsticks and took a piece of green vegetable.

Yoo Jimin sat on the other side of Kwon Hyun-hyuk, feeling as if she were sitting on a hot rock.

Her gaze was on the rice in front of her, then it seemed to be glancing at Zhao Meiyan on the other side out of the corner of her eye.

I casually picked up some food.

"Try this, you should like it."

He pushed a small, refreshing-looking vegetable salad toward Zhao Meiyan.

"Xuanhe, is your filming schedule heavy this afternoon?" Zhao Meiyan picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks, then took a sip of water and looked at Quan Xuanhe naturally to ask.

Her gaze swept over Quan Xuanhe, not lingering on Liu Zhimin, but she still glanced at her.

"Fortunately, filming is quite easy now, there's not much difficulty."

Kwon Hyun-hyuk swallowed his food, looking completely at ease, as if this lunch for four in the cramped RV, with its subtle atmosphere, was just a normal, everyday meal.

"How about you? You must have had a tough time practicing these past few days."

"I am a little tired." Zhao Meiyan frowned slightly, with a hint of coquettishness in her voice.

Liu Zhimin immediately turned her head even further away.

Why are you acting all cutesy?!

"But it's alright, I've gotten used to it." Zhao Meiyan's lips curved into a slight smile.

Song Yuqi looked around and noticed Liu Zhimin's awkward expression, so she quickly changed the subject and started a conversation with Liu Zhimin.

"By the way, Zhimin, do you guys have any plans lately?"

She tried to pull Liu Zhimin, who had been silent, into the conversation.

Liu Zhimin was trying to minimize her presence when she was suddenly called out, and her shoulders visibly tensed.

"Ah... well... I haven't had much lately, I just happen to have some free time these past couple of days."

She looked up, answered quickly, and forced a natural smile, but it seemed a little stiff.

She could feel Zhao Meiyan's gaze linger on her face for a second before moving away.

"Oh, I see." Song Yuqi nodded, sighing silently to herself.

This meal was indeed a bit difficult to prepare.

She can only keep trying.

"That's good too, it gives me more time to rest and adjust my condition."

"Hmm," Liu Zhimin mumbled in response.

My phone in my pocket seemed to vibrate; it was probably a reply from Jin Dongtian.

She had no interest in looking at it at the moment.

Quan Xuanhe looked at Liu Zhimin, who was silently eating her rice, and Zhao Meiyan, who was quietly drinking water, and suddenly spoke, breaking the subtle atmosphere at the dinner table.

"Miyeon, Jimin."

The two looked up at him almost simultaneously, then subconsciously glanced at each other quickly.

"You've met a few times before, so don't be so reserved."

Quan Xuanhe spoke casually, his gaze sweeping between the two of them, "Chatting? Eating alone is no fun."

The air froze instantly.

Zhao Meiyan's fingers tightened slightly as she gripped the water glass, her fingertips turning white.

She looked up at Liu Zhimin, trying to maintain a gentle but definitely not warm smile: "Yes, Zhimin-xi... how have you been lately?"

The voice was soft and polite, as if greeting a colleague one was not very familiar with.

"Not bad..." Liu Zhimin slowly put down her chopsticks, her movements seemingly a little sluggish, her voice clear but lacking warmth.

Her gaze met Zhao Meiyan's for a few seconds, then she stiffly looked away.

And then, nothing.

The conversation stopped abruptly.

Zhao Meiyan responded with a soft "hmm" and continued to sip her water.

Liu Zhimin turned her head back and picked up her chopsticks to stir the rice in front of her.

Silence, like a giant dome, slammed back onto the small RV with a thud, heavier and more suffocating than before.

The only sounds were the occasional soft cracking of chopsticks against the bowl and the slurping sounds of Song Yuqi trying to make some noise by slurping her drink.

With a straw in her mouth, Song Yuqi's eyes darted back and forth between Zhao Meiyan and Liu Zhimin, and she couldn't help but mutter to herself.

This is hardly a chat.

Is there something wrong with Quan Xuanhe?
She desperately wanted to find a topic to talk about, but even she, who was usually quick-witted, was at a loss for words, afraid that she might ignite a powder keg if she opened her mouth.

Seeing the two of them like this, Quan Xuanhe picked up his water glass, took a sip, then coughed lightly and used his chopsticks to put a piece of food on Zhao Meiyan's plate.

Liu Zhimin, who was standing to the side, glanced at it, but focused her eyes more intently on picking up rice grains, pretending not to see it.

She'll hide for a while and then cause trouble for Quan Xuanhe later!

She was quite angry when she saw this.

But the next second.

"Come."

Quan Xuanhe, being fair to everyone, also put a piece of his chopsticks on Liu Zhimin's plate.

Inside the RV, the air seemed to freeze at the movement of Quan Xuanhe's chopsticks.

Zhao Meiyan looked at the extra piece of broccoli in her bowl, then glanced at the bamboo shoot slices that had also fallen into Liu Zhimin's bowl, and the faint smile on her face froze for a moment.

Liu Zhimin, as if burned by the bamboo shoots on her chopsticks, quickly glanced at Quan Xuanhe, then hurriedly scanned Zhao Meiyan's reaction. Her expression was a little strange.

This attempt to share the spoils with everyone didn't ease the atmosphere; instead, it seemed to make things even more awkward.

Quan Xuanhe seemed oblivious to the two silent killing intents emanating from him. He casually picked up a piece of beef for himself, chewed it, and slowly swept his gaze between Zhao Meiyan and Liu Zhimin, breaking the silence.

"Why are you all so reserved? It's just lunch. Mi-yeon, Ji-min, this isn't the first time you've met. You've seen each other many times at the TV station and at parties, haven't you?"

He paused, then relaxed his tone a bit, "Just think of it as a casual meal together. Relax, why keep being so tense? The food's getting cold, it's bad for your stomach."

As he spoke, he naturally picked up a soup spoon and added some winter melon soup to Song Yuqi's bowl.

"Yuqi, don't you think so? It's so boring just sitting there."

Song Yuqi, who was called out, was drinking soup from a bowl when she almost choked.

If you're not a buddy, why are you messing with me?

However, she reacted quickly, putting down her bowl and receiving Quan Xuanhe's signal.

“A vest, huh?” Song Yuqi nodded seriously, her eyes sweeping over Zhao Meiyan and Liu Zhimin’s faces.

"Unnie, Jimin, look how authentic this dish tastes!"

"Wow... the food here is really good, much better than what we usually eat."

She then picked up a large mouthful with her chopsticks, indicating that she was very hungry.

"Eat up, eat up, especially this steamed egg with shrimp. It's nutritious, healthy, and delicious. Zhimin, you should try it."

As she spoke, she made a gesture as if to serve Liu Zhimin some food.

Liu Zhimin subconsciously raised her hand to block him, her gesture awkward but polite.

"Ah... I can do it myself, senior."

Although his voice was soft, he finally responded to Song Yuqi.

Although she only felt awkward when facing Zhao Meiyan, she felt no pressure at all when facing Song Yuqi.

Zhao Meiyan raised her head, pursed her lips, and seemed to let out a soft sigh of relief.

She didn't really want to suppress herself, nor did she want a repressive atmosphere, because she felt uncomfortable doing so.

And frankly speaking, she's not very good at handling these kinds of chaotic situations.

Their eyes were glazed over.

She looked at Quan Xuanhe, her tone becoming more natural: "Yes, you're right. Let's eat."

She proactively picked up a piece of shrimp, showing some initiative.

Although the atmosphere was still not exactly lively, the tense awkwardness was finally eased somewhat after Quan Xuanhe pointed it out and Song Yuqi echoed his sentiments.

Liu Zhimin also relaxed her shoulders slightly. Although she still didn't dare to glance at Zhao Meiyan, she was at least not like a frightened rabbit ready to run away at any moment.

Seeing that the two were finally relaxing and eating, Kwon Hyun-hyuk also relaxed a bit.

These kinds of situations always need to be experienced beforehand, otherwise what will you do later?
He no longer tried to guide them, but would occasionally chat with Song Yuqi about small things in their new song preparation, or focus on finishing the food in his bowl, leaving them some space to process their emotions and food.

Sunlight streamed through the RV's windows, casting warm-colored patches of light onto the clean tabletop.

The car was still quiet, but the awkward atmosphere had lessened, and the atmosphere was much more relaxed and peaceful.

As Liu Zhimin ate her meal in small bites, she caught out of the corner of her eye that Zhao Meiyan put down her chopsticks and gently dabbed her lips with a tissue.

Zhao Meiyan's gaze seemed to sweep over her unintentionally, and Liu Zhimin immediately looked away as if she had been burned.

However, the expected coldness did not come. Zhao Meiyan simply turned her head slightly and asked Quan Xuanhe in a soft voice.

"What time does it start in the afternoon? Is there enough time to rest?"

"About an hour more."

Kwon Hyun-hyuk glanced at his watch and replied, "I should have enough time to take a nap."

"Mmm," Zhao Meiyan responded, then said nothing more and quietly began to drink her soup.

Liu Zhimin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She picked up a soup spoon and ladled some soup for herself.

The soup was warm and slid down my throat.

The lunch, which had been gradually easing into a peaceful atmosphere, finally came to an end.

Looking at the almost empty lunchboxes on the table, she immediately found a perfect excuse to leave.

"Let me clean it up."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was clear enough. As she spoke, she stood up and deftly began to stack the empty lunch boxes.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping over Yoo Ji-min, who had started moving quickly without saying a word, then looking at Jo Mi-yeon beside him, before finally saying only a few words.

"Thanks for your hard work."

The same principle still applies to this area.

Liu Zhimin didn't look at him, focusing only on her hands as she gathered the disposable chopsticks and closed the lunchbox lid.

She moved nimbly, but her face was turned to the side of the car window, the sunlight outlining her soft features, her eyes lowered, avoiding the gazes of other people inside the RV.

Soon, Liu Zhimin picked up the stack of food containers and trash, almost turning her body to the side to avoid bumping into others.

"I'll go throw it away first." She said calmly, and without waiting for anyone's response, she carefully moved her feet, almost touching Quan Xuanhe's knees and the edge of the sofa, and quickly walked towards the door of the RV.

The car door was opened, and the slightly cool afternoon air rushed in, dispelling the stuffiness inside the car and the lingering smell of food.

Liu Zhimin's figure disappeared behind the door, accompanied by the sound of the car door closing.

The RV was quiet for a moment.

Zhao Meiyan picked up her water glass and took another small sip.

Quan Xuanhe raised his hand and rubbed his temples, seemingly relieving some of the invisible pressure. He looked at Zhao Meiyan, his voice softening.

"Are you tired? Do you want to lie down for a while?"

Song Yuqi looked at this and then at that, and muttered to herself, "Should I go out too?"

Outside the car, Liu Zhimin, carrying the stack of trash, quickly walked towards the nearby recycling bins.

A cool autumn breeze swept over her, causing her to involuntarily take a deep breath, as if to exhale all the pent-up air in her chest.

The afternoon sun was a bit too bright, so she squinted slightly as she looked at the busy and noisy film set not far away. She felt as if she had been isolated in another space for the past few tens of minutes in the RV.

She accurately threw the trash into the bin with clean and efficient movements.

After doing all this, she had no intention of going back immediately.

She stood there for a while, took out her phone, the screen lit up, and her finger hovered over the screen for a few seconds, as if hesitating whether to send something.

In the end, she put her phone back in her pocket and decided to find a quiet place to get some fresh air before continuing.

"Zhimin, wait!"

Liu Zhimin had just lifted her foot to find a place to be alone for a while when she heard someone call her from behind.

It's Song Yuqi.

Liu Zhimin stopped and turned to look at Song Yuqi, her eyes filled with confusion.

What is this for?
"Yuqi...senpai."

"I'm coming out for some fresh air too."

Song Yuqi got out of the RV and walked quickly toward Liu Zhimin with a bright smile on her face.

"Come on, let's talk?"

(End of this chapter)