1477 Don't Do This Next Time

"But if we don't enter the scene, there is no limit to what the staff bring." The director explained, "The self-heating hot pot is easy to carry and saves trouble."

Shi Xiaoya nodded, "Thank you, you brought me a copy."

"It's too polite, isn't it what it should be." The director said with a smile, and handed another box to the camera brother.

The big cameraman set up the camera, then poured water into the hot pot with Shi Xiaoya and the director, and waited for it to cook by itself.

After a while, the aroma of the self-heating hot pot overwhelmed the instant noodles.

Han Zhuoling: "..."

Looking at the instant noodles in the pot, he suddenly didn't want to eat them.

Seeing Han Zhuoling fiddle with the instant noodles in the pot, Shi Xiaoya felt a little uncomfortable because the noodles were almost boiled and he didn't want to eat them.

She was so big-hearted that she never thought that it was the small hot pot on her side that irritated others.

I just wondered when Young Master Han had been wronged like this?

Squatting in front of a small broken pot to eat instant noodles?

Young Master Han has lived to this age, and he can't say whether he has eaten instant noodles or not.

Seeing him squatting and cooking noodles, I feel so pitiful.

You Qi still has such a serious and handsome face.

Even the trivial matter of cooking noodles, with his serious face, seems to be accomplishing some major event in life.

Shi Xiaoya glanced at the small self-heating hot pot in her hand, swallowed, then bent over, trying to hide herself from the camera, and slowly moved towards Han Zhuoling.

When Han Zhuoling was cooking noodles, he had already noticed her.

Seeing her sneaky appearance now, she didn't reveal it, so she wanted to continue watching.

I saw her holding the small hot pot in both hands, and she was careful in her movements for fear that the small hot pot would be spilled.

Move while squatting, like a crab, walking sideways.

After finally moving to his side, Shi Xiaoya knew that her fingers must have been burned red by the small hot pot.

The water has just boiled to a boil, the soup is extra, and the hot pot is a plastic box, which is not very insulated.

On the way she brought it, she could hardly bear it anymore, and she had to grit her teeth to survive until now.

As soon as he moved to a position close to Han Zhuoling, he quickly put the hot pot on the ground.

She was actually not close to Han Zhuoling, because she was afraid that she would be in the camera and cause trouble for the editor.

He could only carefully hide from the camera, and then quietly moved the hot pot to Han Zhuoling's side, and said in a low voice, "Master Ling, grab some secretly, so the audience can't see it."

Han Zhuoling's gaze followed her all the time, but it was always on her face before.

Hearing her words now, his eyes moved down.

Just now, she was greedy just smelling the smell of hot pot, but now she couldn't see the hot pot at all, and her eyes fell on her hand.

The black hot pot box made her hands look amazingly white.

But on top of this astonishing whiteness, the pads of all ten fingers are red, so obvious.

In his eyes, it was even more shocking than that whiteness.

"Burned?" Han Zhuoling asked suddenly.

"Ah?" Shi Xiaoya didn't realize it. Following Han Zhuoling's gaze, she realized that he was talking about her fingertips.

Han Zhuoling narrowed her eyes slightly. As a makeup artist, she relied on her hands.

"Ah, it's okay." Shi Xiaoya didn't care, she quietly withdrew her hand and pinched her fingers on her ear to cool down, "It will be fine in a while, and it's not too hot."

Han Zhuoling watched her pinch her fingers on her ears, and the pads of her fingers were blocked, so he couldn't see.

But still remembering the red on it, she pursed her lips, "Don't do that next time."