Making porridge now would definitely be too late, and the house was not stocked with century eggs or chicken wings.
Fortuitously, there was a Hehe Valley near the school, selling various Chinese-style lunches, which happened to include century egg and lean pork congee and chicken wings.
By the time she sprinted there with the speed of a hundred-meter dash, waited in line to purchase, and then ran back, it was already an hour later.
Yu Zexiao sat in his spot, surrounded by vast patches of grass. At the edge of the lawn were flowers placed by the school's sanitation department, blooming furiously in the sunlight.
With his back to the light, his entire figure was silhouetted, and his extraordinarily handsome face looked down at the script with a slight frown that made him resemble a furry, adorable little animal, soft and bewildered.
Even amidst the disorder of the film set, he seemed to naturally possess a distinct aura that drew eyes to him from the crowd at first glance.
