The bean curd jelly was steaming in the marmite. The marinade made of mutton chops, dried mushrooms, soybean sauce and starch, as well as the slightly parched sesame baked roll, made it extremely delicious.
Qin Guan scooped up a block of bean curd jelly, and poured a spoonful of sauce and some capsicol on it. Then he stuck it in his mouth. It was so good!
While he was eating, he recited an ancient poem about bean curd jelly. Sister Xue and Huang Bo watched him with a horrified expression, sesame seeds dropping from their mouths.
Was he sad about those directors? Did he think he would never appear on the large screen?
Don’t get discouraged. Indie films might not be for you, but there’s always commercial films.
If Qin Guan hadn’t been planning on going abroad, Sister Xue would have taken him to Hong Kong to act in commercial films.
"What are you doing, Qin Guan? Why are you reciting poems? Are you okay?" Huang Bo asked him kindly.
