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Deep inside the vegetable preparation shed, the light was dim, and the smell of earth and scallions mingled together, making one's eyes sting.

Hua Yu and Ju Jingyi squatted side by side in front of a huge plastic basin.

Hua Yu was just mentally calculating things.

But once he actually squatted down, he realized that this job was completely different from what he had imagined.

He stretched out his hands, which hadn't done much heavy work, and picked up a scallion with two fingers.

They were extremely disgusted by the actions.

The onion skin was covered in mud, and his brows furrowed as soon as his finger touched it.

She was afraid that a little bit of dirt would get on her white down jacket.

In contrast, Ju Jingyi next to her is a completely different story.

She used both hands to strike.

Onion skins fluttered in the air.

They're digging so hard it's practically sparking.

Hua Yu couldn't stand it anymore.

He threw down the half-eaten scallion in his hand, moved closer to Ju Jingyi, and complained in a low voice.

"Xiao Ju, can you please not be so eager?"

"We're guests that the production team paid a hefty sum to invite."

"It wasn't that village auntie hired for eighty yuan a day."

"You're working way too hard!"

He frowned and continued rambling.

"It's just a banquet."

"The way you're doing this makes us look bad and like we've never seen anything like this before."

Ju Jingyi didn't even look up; her hands moved even faster.

"Brother Hua, your thinking is wrong."

"If we do the work, we can eat the feast with a clear conscience later."

"He can even place his chopsticks more steadily than others."

"With a clear conscience?"

Hua Yu gave a soft snort.

"Xiao Ju, you're still too young."

"In terms of seniority, we're all Fang Yu's seniors, you understand?"

"A senior should act like a senior."

"We have to keep a certain level of composure."

He pointed to the bustling square outside, his tone carrying a hint of certainty.

"Look at Old Chen and Sister Zhang, that's the true demeanor of seniors."

"Right now, they're probably still sleeping in their hotel bed."

"Once everything is ready outside, the grand banquet will begin."

"As soon as their car stopped and the door opened, they got out and sat at the head table."

"That kind of pomp and circumstance is befitting of their status."

At this point, Hua Yu sighed, looking disappointed and disappointed.

"Let's look at the two of us again."

"She foolishly came to work illegally for Fang Yu."

"Squatting here peeling scallions."

"Do you think this is unfair or not?"

Ju Jingyi tossed the peeled, clean scallions into the bowl beside her and pursed her lips.

"That's not necessarily true."

"Teacher Chen and the others are all very nice people, and they have no airs at all."

"Maybe they got here even earlier than us."

"Are you kidding me!"

Hua Yu sneered, reached out and patted the basket of scallions next to him, and made a statement on the spot.

"If only they had arrived before us—"

"I'm going to eat a whole scallion raw today!"

"The kind without dipping sauce!"

The voice just fell.

About two meters away from the side.

The two people who had been quietly squatting and working, whom Hua Yu treated as ordinary local helpers, suddenly stopped moving.

The woman wrapped in the large printed scarf seemed to have reached her limit and let out a muffled laugh.

Hearing the laughter, Hua Yu frowned and turned his head to look at it with displeasure.

He was about to speak.

The old man wearing a Lei Feng hat and a mask slowly put down the half-peeled scallion in his hand.

He casually patted the mud off his gloves.

Then extend your finger, hook the edge of the mask, and pull it down.

That well-known face was revealed.

Chen Daoming smiled kindly at Hua Yu.

"Little Flower."

The older gentleman's voice was gentle, with a hint of teasing.

"The scallions from Northeast China are really spicy and have a strong kick."

"Eating raw food can cause heartburn."

In the corner of the greenhouse, no one spoke for a moment.

Hua Yu's expression went through shock, confusion, fear, and despair in a single second.

He stared intently at that face, completely frozen in place.

Only one sentence remained in my mind.

God!

O earth!

Can anyone tell him why the top stars of the Chinese film industry would be squatting here peeling scallions?!

The woman next to her, wearing a printed scarf, saw that her old partner had come clean, and casually pulled off her scarf as well.

Zhang Manyu's iconic face was revealed.

She waved to the two petrified figures.

"Xiao Ju, you're pretty fast at peeling scallions."

"Young girls are so quick and efficient."

"Sister Zhang...?"

"Teacher Chen...Teacher Chen?!"

The scallion in Ju Jingyi's hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

She was completely stunned.

My God!

She was just squatting on the ground peeling scallions with two movie industry legends?!

Chen Daoming calmly pulled his mask up again and pointed to the basket of scallions in front of Hua Yu.

"Alright, stop standing there."

"Get to work."

"When Fang Yu's mother comes to patrol and sees us chatting and slacking off here, we'll get a scolding again."

At this moment, Hua Yu really wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Drilling in wasn't enough.

It would be best to weld the seam shut from the inside.

He stammered as he spoke.

"Teacher Chen... Teacher Chen..."

"I... I was just talking nonsense..."

Chen Daoming didn't even look up; he was still focused on peeling scallions.

"Don't."

I still prefer you to call me Lao Chen.

Hua Yu was terrified when she heard this.

The more amiable the boss's tone, the more chills ran down his spine.

Zhang Manyu added insult to injury with a laugh.

"Little Flower, don't be nervous."

"Actually, we weren't that much earlier than you."

"It's early... about two hours."

Two hours.

These four words pierced Hua Yu's already fragile heart.

Ju Jingyi squatted down beside her, her lips twitching wildly as she tried to suppress her laughter.

She really wanted to comfort her teammates.

But she was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would burst into laughter like a goose.

Hua Yu gritted her teeth and decided to go all out.

You must admit your mistakes.

If you're trying to show off and it backfires, you need to stand up straight.

With trembling hands, he picked up a freshly peeled scallion from the basket.

Under the astonished gazes of Chen Daoming, Zhang Manyu, and Ju Jingyi.

Hua Yu closed his eyes tightly, opened his mouth, and took a bite of the scallion.

"Snap!"

The spicy, pungent juice exploded in my mouth, shooting straight to the top of my head.

"Ugh—!"

Hua Yu was so overwhelmed by the spiciness that tears streamed down her face, and her features contorted in pain.

But he stubbornly refused to vomit.

He gripped his thighs tightly with both hands, stiffened his neck, and swallowed the mouthful of scallion.

"Cough cough..."

"Teacher Chen, Sister Zhang..."

"I'm willing to accept the consequences of my bet."

Hua Yu gasped for breath from the spiciness, wiping away tears streaming from her eyes as she made her stance clear.

But in her heart, she had already cursed Fang Yu a thousand times.

If it weren't for that old man who didn't play by the rules and forcibly conscripted him into this dilapidated shed!

Could he really stoop so low as to fail miserably at showing off in front of two revered seniors, and even be forced to eat raw scallions?!

Fang Yu, you scoundrel, I'll remember this!

Looking at the top idol whose style has completely gone astray.

Chen Daoming and Zhang Manyu exchanged a glance.

Neither of them spoke again, and they just continued peeling the scallions in silence.

only.

The two immortals couldn't suppress the smiles on their lips until dinner was served.