Dinner turned out far better than An Ning had expected. Of course, winning first place in fish catching had everything to do with it, but even so, the meal was comfortably within her standards.
She ate with quiet satisfaction, the tender fish and fragrant vegetables reminding her that sometimes hard work genuinely paid off. Especially when that hard work involved watching other people scream.
There were not only fish dishes, but also chicken, pork, and even a surprisingly well-seasoned stew. Under normal circumstances, An Ning would have taken a few polite bites and called it a day.
But today? Today she ate without guilt.
After all, she knew she would burn it all off tomorrow. This production team clearly had no intention of letting anyone rest in peace.
Across from her, the contrast was immediate.
Wu Shiyun was enjoying her food. Under normal circumstances, she would have found at least three things to complain about — seasoning, presentation, or the faintly rustic plating.
