Zhong Hai brought five bowls of porridge to the film crew. Chen Huawen had just finished filming, and from a distance, he could already smell the aroma. He hadn't eaten anything since they started filming from the afternoon until evening, and by now, he was really hungry.
"Is it the same porridge from this morning?"
"Yes, but I bought different flavors this time and also got one for the director and the producer." Zhong Hai replied with a simple smile.
"Nice, you have an eye for things." Sister Hong patted his shoulder, and then couldn't resist the meat porridge.
Chen Huawen picked up the only bowl of vegetable porridge, thought for a moment, and said, "Go and see how much porridge is left at the stall, I'll buy it all and let everyone in the crew enjoy a midnight snack."
Sister Hong laughed heartily: "That's a great idea, plus, the porridge tastes good, there's no worry about it not being presentable."
