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We hadn't seen each other for just one morning.

Ye Wanxing, whose complexion had been dull and eyes were dry and red from filming in the snow for several consecutive nights, now had a healthy rosy glow on her cheeks, and her eyes were clear and bright. Her overall energy and spirit were amazing.

"Wanxing, what supplements did you eat this morning?"

Sister Hui couldn't help but touch her cheek and said in surprise, "The makeup artist was just complaining to me that your skin is too dry and the foundation can't stay on at all."

"Your complexion looks so good now! Even your dark circles have faded a lot, like you just had a deep spa treatment."

"Maybe I slept soundly in the car and recovered," Ye Wanxing smiled and casually brushed it off.

Without giving it much thought, Sister Hui patted the call sheet in her hand: "As long as you're in good shape. The first scene this afternoon is your long spear action scene in the snow. The director has set up a panoramic camera crane, and you need to complete seven martial arts moves in one go. You'd better hold on."

"Don't worry, Sister Hui."

Ye Wanxing flexed her wrists, gripped the prop spear leaning against the door, her eyes bright and determined:

"I have plenty of energy today, I guarantee I'll get it right in one take."

1:30 PM.

On the desolate outdoor set of the film and television base, the north wind howled, and the snow on the ground was trampled into a hard and messy state.

Dozens of crew members, wrapped in heavy coats, were busy adjusting the camera positions around the crane camera.

In the center of the arena, Ye Wanxing had already changed into a set of real iron fish scale armor weighing more than 20 kilograms.

Wearing this cold and heavy costume for less than ten minutes would cause her shoulders and lumbar spine to ache, and her fingers holding the prop spear would become stiff and tremble due to the cold.

But today, the situation is completely different.

The piping hot and hearty beef brisket noodles and pan-fried buns she had eaten at noon transformed into a continuous warm current in her stomach.

Even standing in this icy wasteland where the temperature was below zero, her palms and back were still warm, and her limbs were full of strength.

"Attention all departments! Scene 31 of 'The Female General,' one take, one shot, three, two, one, action!"

Director Zhang Weiguo, holding a walkie-talkie, gave the order.

The large camera crane suddenly swooped down along the track.

Ye Wanxing's eyes narrowed, and her aura instantly became sharp and intimidating.

She gripped the heavy, two-meter-long white waxwood prop spear with one hand, stepped forward abruptly, her feet sinking into the snow, and using her waist to propel herself forward!

"call--!"

The spear drew a sharp semicircle in the air, its tip accompanied by a piercing whistling sound.

Thrust, flick, block, sweep, parry, stab, counter-attack!

She executed seven sets of highly difficult, continuous martial arts moves in just twenty seconds.

The movements were swift and fierce, the steps were steady and solid, and the snow underfoot was swept up by the force, flying everywhere without any hesitation!

In front of the panoramic monitor, director Zhang Weiguo suddenly stood up from his folding chair, his eyes fixed on the screen, forgetting to hold the walkie-talkie firmly in his hand.

"Wow! It's so beautiful!"

Zhang Weiguo couldn't help but slap his thigh hard and shouted into the walkie-talkie, "Stop! This take is good! One take is good!"

The surrounding staff were all stunned, and then burst into enthusiastic applause.

Even the martial arts instructor nodded in approval from the sidelines.

Xiaoyu ran forward quickly, carrying a thick down jacket, and draped it over Ye Wanxing's shoulders.

Ye Wanxing put down the spear, took a couple of breaths, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead. She looked refreshed and turned to wink at Xiaoyu.

Xiaoyu smiled too.

Both of them knew that this perfect "one-shot" was all thanks to the bowl of hot soup and a few pan-fried buns that had been delivered from Jiangcheng 300 kilometers away that morning.

……

At five o'clock in the afternoon, as darkness fell, the temperature in the mountains dropped rapidly.

The director called it a wrap, and Ye Wanxing, amidst the admiring gazes of the crew, wrapped herself in the thick down jacket that Xiaoyu handed her and quickly returned to her luxury RV.

As soon as you enter the carriage, you are greeted by a wave of warmth.

Xiaoyu helped Ye Wanxing remove the heavy iron fish scale armor from her body and place it on a special shelf.

Ye Wanxing walked to the sink and carefully washed off the mud and fake blood used to create the effect of battle damage with warm water and makeup remover. She then changed into a loose and comfortable gray cotton sweatshirt.

Freed from the constraints of heavy costumes, and with the hot breakfast that morning having fully replenished her energy, she felt exceptionally relaxed.

She walked to the leather sofa, sat down, pulled a wool blanket over her legs, and picked up her phone from the coffee table.

Open the photo album.

At the very beginning of the album were several photos of breakfast she had taken in her car that morning.

Looking at these photos, so vibrant and full of life, Ye Wanxing couldn't help but smile slightly.

She exited the photo album, tapped her finger, and opened the Weibo app.

As soon as the software loaded, the message icon at the bottom of the phone was instantly covered by a dense cluster of red dots, and the unread notifications immediately reached "999+".

Unread private messages, fan mentions, comments, and likes kept refreshing.

The screen was constantly popping up with official interactive notifications from various brands, repost reminders from entertainment media, and countless messages left by fans in the fan club's super topic.

As a top-tier celebrity with over 50 million followers, her account lags for a second or two just by clicking on the message backend. Every day, it's overflowing with countless business negotiations and fan comments, leaving her no room to breathe.

Ye Wanxing smiled helplessly.

Taking advantage of the free time, she casually clicked into the private message interface and replied to a few fan messages.

After finishing her daily tasks, Ye Wanxing exited the message list and prepared to switch accounts.

Outsiders only know her as a cool and noble superstar on screen, but no one knows that she is actually a complete foodie in private, secretly running a secret food blogger account behind her agent and team's back.

Whenever she's filming on set and traveling to different places, or occasionally stumbles upon some unassuming yet amazing street food, she takes a few photos of the food without showing her face, adds her own musings, and posts them on her alternate account.

Although her alternate account isn't updated frequently due to her busy filming schedule, she has still managed to attract and accumulate several thousand loyal fans who share her love of food.

Reading those genuine comments every day—without the fan wars and backstabbing, just pure discussions about which steamed buns are crispy and which street has the most authentic noodles—is her most relaxing and therapeutic moment after a high-pressure job.

She lightly tapped the screen with her fingertip, preparing to switch accounts.

"Knock knock knock!"

Suddenly, someone knocked urgently on the RV door from the outside.

Ye Wanxing's fingertips paused, stopping in mid-air.

She stood up and walked towards the door of the RV.

Who is it?