Musheng changed out of his costume in the dressing room and emerged to the thanks of everyone on set; he responded to each with a smile and a nod. Both directors were also included, and there was a portion of the night snack for them as well.
Moreover, Musheng didn't just ask Xiaosong to pick up some random street food for the night snack—it was all carefully selected stir-fry dishes suitable for dining in the evening, complete with soup. The food was quite tasty, specially prepared in advance by a hotel in Heyang City. Counting by the hundreds, it must have cost several thousand yuan at least, especially on such a chilly, shiver-inducing night. Working so late and then enjoying a warm night snack, how satisfying must that have felt?
The crew could feel the careful consideration put into it, and Musheng's popularity was rapidly rising.
