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"Boss Lin is offering takeout today! Apparently, these takeout containers can keep the food fresh for two hours!"

Xiaoyu was stunned: "Takeout? It can really keep warm for that long?"

"The regular customers in the group have all tested it themselves, it's absolutely genuine!"

Ye Wanxing's expression turned unusually serious as she stared at Xiaoyu and gave her instructions:

"Xiaoyu, listen to me. After filming that snow scene this afternoon, all my schedules for today are finished, right?"

Xiaoyu took out her notebook and glanced at it: "Yes, the shooting schedule for tomorrow is 1:30 pm. The crew will mainly be shooting the male lead's dialogue scenes in the morning, so you won't have any scenes to film in the morning."

"Then there's still plenty of time!"

Ye Wanxing grabbed Xiaoyu's shoulder and quickly gave instructions:

"After work this afternoon, go find Old Chen immediately and tell him to go back to Jiangcheng!"

"Have him find a hotel near Golden Street tonight, and be at the takeout window of Boss Lin's shop at 5:30 tomorrow morning sharp!"

"Have him buy me a bowl of clear broth beef brisket noodles! Also, some crispy-bottomed pan-fried buns! And a cup of freshly ground hot soy milk!"

Ye Wanxing opened the storage cabinet of the RV, took out a thickened insulated car cooler that was usually used to store high-end chilled bird's nest, and shoved it into Xiaoyu's arms:

"Give this box to Old Chen! Even if he drives carefully, it should definitely be delivered to me before 9:30 this morning, starting from Jin Street!"

After hearing about this meticulously planned "cross-city human-powered breakfast delivery plan," which was so detailed and even precise down to the minute, Xiaoyu stood there, her mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg.

Just for a bite of pan-fried buns, a dedicated driver would drive 300 kilometers back to Jiangcheng in the middle of the night through heavy snow, only to pick up a takeout order in the morning and then drive another 300 kilometers back to deliver it?!

If this gets to the ears of entertainment reporters outside, it will definitely top the Weibo hot search list!

"Sister Wanxing... are you... are you serious?" Xiaoyu swallowed hard, her voice trembling.

"If Sister Hui finds out, she'll skin me alive..."

"If you don't tell, if I don't tell, and if Old Chen doesn't tell, how will Sister Hui know?"

Ye Wanxing grabbed Xiaoyu's arm and shook it gently, even using a hint of coquettishness in her voice:

"Good Xiaoyu, good sister, look how thin I've become these past few days. My stomach hurts every day, and chewing on boiled chicken breast every day is making me depressed."

"Just this once! Buy them tomorrow morning, and I'll give you two pan-fried buns. The oil and toll fees will all be paid from my own account, and I'll also give Old Chen a 1,000 yuan red envelope as a thank you for his hard work!"

Seeing the usually aloof and elegant superstar on screen now begging and pleading with her like a gluttonous little girl for a few steamed buns, Xiaoyu's defenses completely crumbled.

And... to be honest, after hearing Ye Wanxing's description, Xiaoyu herself was also a little tempted.

"Well... okay then."

Xiaoyu, clutching the heavy insulated box, sighed helplessly. "I'll go explain the route and queue arrangements to Lao Chen now. But Wanxing, you absolutely mustn't let Huijie find out!"

"Don't worry! I guarantee there won't be a single trace!"

Ye Wanxing nodded vigorously, her previously tired eyes regaining their luster.

She leaned back on the sofa, looking at the golden, glistening pan-fried buns on her phone screen. In that instant, all the aches and pains she had accumulated from filming for days seemed to have hope.

……

It was five o'clock in the afternoon, just as dusk was falling.

The crew's dedicated driver, Lao Chen, received the car keys, a thick insulated box, and a cash red envelope of 1,000 yuan from Xiao Yu.

Old Chen has been driving for twenty years and is a very skilled driver.

Since it was arranged by his superiors, he didn't ask any questions and drove straight onto the highway, heading south under the cover of night.

At 10:30 p.m., the car arrived safely in Jiangcheng city. Old Chen booked a room at a budget hotel next to Jin Street, set his alarm for 5 a.m., and went to bed early.

The next morning.

The sky was still pitch black, and the streetlights shone with a dim yellow light in the cold, dry air.

Old Chen strode into Phoenix Golden Street.

More than a dozen private cars with their hazard lights flashing were already parked at the street corner.

Outside Lin's Shop, a line of more than 20 people had already formed in front of the takeout window on the right. Most of them were regular customers who got up early to catch their way or had to commute to work in other districts.

Old Chen obediently stood in line at the back. He thought to himself, these people are really going all out for a bite to eat.

As the store officially opened, the doors went out, and Su Xiaoxiao promptly hung up the small blackboard and pushed open the food pickup window.

In the open kitchen, two 80-centimeter-long frying pans were burning brightly, while boiling water churned in a soup pot next to them. Lin Fan's hands flew across the table, serving food with lightning speed.

The column moved forward very quickly.

Soon it was Old Chen's turn.

"Master, what would you like to order?" Su Xiaoxiao asked crisply.

"One bowl of Supreme Clear Broth Beef Brisket Noodles, one serving of Secret Recipe Crispy Bottom Pan-Fried Buns, and a cup of Freshly Ground Hot Soy Milk, all to go." Old Chen handed over his phone to scan the QR code.

"Okay! That'll be four hundred and eighty yuan in total. Here's the receipt!"

In the open kitchen, Lin Fan worked quickly and efficiently.

In less than half a minute, three dark green hard lunch boxes and thermos cups were packed into a thick paper bag and steadily handed to Old Chen.

He didn't dare to waste a second, picked up the box, and ran back to the car.

The engine was started, the accelerator was pressed, and the van drove directly onto the city's ring road, speeding northward.

……

Nine o'clock in the morning.

A film and television base located nearly 300 kilometers away from Jiangcheng.

Inside the crew's large RV, Ye Wanxing had already changed into her costume lining and applied a thin layer of foundation.

She was sitting on the sofa, one hand clutching her aching stomach, the other holding her phone, looking at the real-time location of shared vehicles on the screen.

Xiaoyu sat beside him, staring at the little blue dot on her phone screen: "Sister Wanxing, Lao Chen has already left the national highway and will be entering the camp gate soon, in five minutes at most!"

Ye Wanxing took a deep breath and sat up straight.

From yesterday afternoon until now, apart from two glasses of warm water, her stomach has been empty and she's been starving.

"Knock knock knock".

There was a gentle knock on the RV door.

Xiaoyu jumped off the sofa and yanked open the car door.

"Everything's here!"

"Uncle Chen, thank you for your hard work!"

Xiaoyu quickly took the insulated box and closed the car door again.

She placed the insulated box on the wooden coffee table in the living room, quickly untied the outer straps, and opened the lid.

The box was lined with thick insulating cotton, and three dark green square lunch boxes and a paper cup stood steadily in the center.

Ye Wanxing tossed her phone aside and reached for the lunch boxes.

After a bumpy three-hour ride on the highway, the moment her fingers touched the outer wall of the lunchbox, she could still feel a distinct warmth.

The sealing buckles around the lid were firmly engaged, and not a single drop of oil or soup leaked out.

"Xiaoyu, chopsticks!" Ye Wanxing urged softly.