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Immediately afterwards, Xiao Wang was the first to jump up, grabbing the down jacket from the back of the chair:

"The manager has already committed suicide, why am I still eating this cold, rotten bun! Old Li, are we leaving or not? My car is on the second basement level!"

"Come on, come on! Take me with you!" Old Li quickly put his water glass on the table, grabbed his coat, and rushed out.

Several young employees who had been huddled at their workstations couldn't sit still any longer and grabbed their coats and car keys.

"Wait for me! I'm sitting in the back!"

"Count me in! I'll pay for the gas!"

In less than a minute, the once quiet office area was half empty, and the corridor was filled with hurried and chaotic footsteps and the sound of the elevator going down.

Old Zhang sat at his workstation, looking at the empty office, and couldn't help but smile.

He picked up his chopsticks and slowly put the last crispy and juicy pan-fried bun into his mouth. Then he unscrewed the thermos and drank the remaining half cup of hot and rich soy milk clean.

After swallowing a mouthful of hot soy milk, my stomach felt warm and cozy, and the fatigue and drowsiness from the long journey were completely swept away, leaving me feeling refreshed and energized.

Old Zhang took a tissue to wipe his mouth clean and then picked up the empty lunchbox to take a look.

"Even a takeout box from the Lin family's shop is a high-quality product," Old Zhang muttered.

He sat back down at his computer, took out his phone, and looked at the empty box and several high-resolution photos of the crispy shell that he had just taken.

He then opened WeChat and found a pinned group chat – [Linjiapuzi Diners' Exchange Group].

This group was originally created by Mr. Lin's shop as an official group to post daily menus, opening and closing times, and new product announcements.

It's full of regular customers who often queue up at Jin Street. They usually exchange information about the daily queuing situation and dining experience in the group chat.

Old Zhang sent the four photos he had just taken directly to the group chat.

Old Zhang typed rapidly on the keyboard:

"Guys! I tried it out at the morning market today! Boss Lin's takeout packaging is absolutely amazing!"

"I drove from Jin Street to the High-tech Industrial Park, a distance of over 20 kilometers. The roads were slippery due to the heavy snow, and it took me almost half an hour. When I got to my office on the twelfth floor and opened the steamed buns, they were still piping hot and steaming!"

"The most incredible thing is that the bottom crust is so crispy, it's like it was just taken out of the iron pot, and the meat juices are piping hot! The soy milk doesn't even have a layer of oil on top!"

Once this message and several striking high-definition pictures were sent out, the previously quiet group chat of several hundred people instantly erupted into chaos.

The message notification sounds bombarded the screen like a machine gun.

"Holy crap?! Really? Boss Lin is actually allowing takeout?"

"Hey, don't try to fool us with pictures from the internet so early in the morning when you're still half asleep."

"If you put pan-fried buns in a box and leave them for ten minutes, the moisture will seep back in, and the crispy bottom layer will immediately turn into a wet, soggy mess. How could they possibly still be crispy?"

"Exactly! It's -15 degrees Celsius outside. If you drive 20 kilometers to bring it there, you're lucky it won't freeze solid, let alone burn your mouth!"

The regular customers in the group couldn't believe it.

After all, the regular customers knew very well how demanding Lin Fan was about the taste of food.

Any noodles or soups are strictly prohibited from being taken out, because we're afraid that if they get cold or stuffy on the way, it will ruin our reputation.

Old Zhang replied with a voice message in the group:

"Believe it or not, one of my colleagues just drove over there!"

Someone in the group immediately chimed in:

"I can testify! I just drove past Jin Street, and there was indeed a wooden sign with an outside window hanging on the right! The queue moved incredibly fast, one person every ten seconds or so, without even waiting for the lobby to turn over!"

"Holy crap! What am I waiting for?! I'm turning around and heading straight to Golden Street!"

"Me too! I've been eating cold bread at my desk for two days straight, I have to have some hot pan-fried buns today!"

Suddenly, those office workers who were afraid to go to Jin Street because they were worried about being late due to queuing started popping up in the group, calling on their friends and heading to Jin Street.

……

At the same time.

It is a film and television base location located 300 kilometers away from Jiangcheng City.

A large, black luxury RV was parked in the corner of the temporary rest area set up by the film crew.

The carriage was well heated, maintaining a comfortable temperature of 24 degrees Celsius.

The thick blackout curtains were drawn tightly, completely isolating the harsh, icy environment outside.

On the spacious and soft leather sofa, Ye Wanxing was wearing a loose and comfortable off-white cashmere sweater and light gray fleece-lined sweatpants, sinking into the sofa.

Her face was painted with slightly tired, battle-damaged makeup, and there were several dark red bloodstains at the corners of her eyes, specially drawn for filming period war scenes.

During this period, the S+ rated large-scale historical costume drama "The Female General", starring her, is in full swing filming outdoor scenes.

In order to finish filming several important large-scale snow siege scenes before the end of the year, the entire crew worked non-stop. Every morning at four o'clock, she had to get up to put on a headgear and put on heavy iron armor weighing more than 20 kilograms. She was suspended by wires and wielded a long spear to film action scenes in the icy wasteland where the temperature was below minus ten degrees Celsius.

The intense physical exertion, coupled with the harsh and dry mountain climate, left her completely exhausted.

Even more deadly is the diet.

The film crew was located in a remote mountainous area. The daily meals delivered to the crew, even the high-end special meals provided for the lead actors, were mostly oily and hard, with the rice hard and full of heavy MSG and oily taste.

To maintain the sharp and upright figure of the female general on camera, her agent, Sister Hui, strictly controls her daily diet. Every day, besides a few slices of boiled chicken breast and a few florets of boiled broccoli, she eats only vegetable salads without oil or salt.

After several days of intense filming, Ye Wanxing's chronic stomach problems, caused by years of dieting, started to ache again.

She finally made it to the halftime break and then hid back in her RV.

On the table was a thermos box that the assistant had just brought over.

Inside was a slice of avocado, a few slices of shriveled boiled chicken breast, and a cup of warm black coffee.

Looking at this bland and tasteless so-called "nutritious and fat-reducing meal" without any oil, salt, or aroma, Ye Wanxing felt a wave of acid reflux. She didn't even have the strength to pick up a fork, and she felt uncomfortable just looking at it.

She sighed, pushed the lunchbox aside, and slumped weakly against the cushion.

Out of sheer boredom, she pulled her phone out from under the blanket, expertly swiped the screen, and opened Weibo and several food recommendation platforms.

She's been filming deep in the mountains lately, so she hasn't had a chance to go back to Jiangcheng city, let alone have a hot meal at Lin Fan's shop on Jin Street.

When she's exhausted on set and her mouth is so bland it tastes bitter, her only pastime is to hide in her RV and secretly browse local food updates in Jiangcheng, looking at photos of food taken by others, thus "filling her stomach with fantasies" and quenching her cravings.

Her fingers swiped aimlessly up and down the screen.