The Long-awaited Mr Han

"But we are not in the mirror, there is no limit for the staff to bring their own." The director explained, "Self-heating hot pot is easy to carry and save trouble."

Shi Xiaoya nodded, "Thank you, and brought me a copy."

"Too polite, this is not what it should be." The director said with a smile, and handed another box to the camera brother.

The elder brother of the camera took one camera and poured water into the hot pot with Shi Xiaoya and the director, waiting for it to cook.

After a while, the scent of the self-heating hot pot covered the instant noodles.

Han Zhuoling: "..."

Looking at the instant noodles in the pan, he suddenly didn't want to eat them.

Shi Xiaoya saw Han Zhuoling fiddle with the instant noodles in the pot. The noodles were almost cooked and he didn't want to eat them.

She was so big-hearted that she didn't think that the small hot pot on her side stimulated others.

Just think when Han Dashao suffered such grievances?

Squatting in front of a small pot to eat instant noodles?

Han Da Shao lived to his present age, and he still talked about eating instant noodles.

Seeing how he squatted and cooking noodles, he felt too pitiful.

Especially with such a serious and handsome face.

Even the little things like cooking noodles, lined by his serious face, seem to be accomplishing some major life events.

Shi Xiaoya glanced at the small self-heating hot pot in her hand, swallowed it, and then leaned her cat's waist, trying to hide herself from the camera, and slowly moved towards Han Zhuolin.

Han Zhuoling noticed her when she was cooking noodles.

Seeing her sneaky look at this moment, she didn't take it out, so she wanted to keep watching.

I saw her holding a small hot pot in both hands, afraid that the small hot pot would spill, and moved carefully.

Squatting and moving, just like a crab, walking sideways.

Finally, he moved to his side, Shi Xiaoya knew that his fingers must have been red hot by the small hot pot.

The water that has just been heated to boiling, the extra soup, and the hot pot are plastic boxes, which are not very insulated.

She couldn't take it anymore on the way she brought it.

As soon as he moved closer to Han Zhuoling, he quickly put the hot pot on the ground.

She is not close to Han Zhuo Ling because she is afraid of getting in the camera and will cause trouble for the editor.

Can only hide carefully from the camera, and then reached out and moved the hot pot to Han Zhuoling quietly, whispered: "Lin Shao, you secretly clamp some, the audience can't see."

Han Zhuoling's eyes have always followed her, but they have always been on her face.

Hearing her words at this moment, his eyes moved down.

I was greedy just smelling the hot pot smell, but now I couldn't see the hot pot at all, and my eyes fell on her hands.

The black hot pot box lined her hands amazingly white.

But just above this amazing white, the ten fingers' finger pads are all red and so obvious.

In his eyes, it was even more amazing than that.

"Hot?" Han Zhuoling asked suddenly.

"Ah?" Shi Xiaoya didn't react and followed Han Zhuoling's gaze, only to understand that he was talking about his fingers.

Han Zhuolin narrowed her eyes slightly. As a makeup artist, she relied on only one hand.

"Ah, it's okay." Shi Xiaoya didn't care, quietly withdrew her hand and pinched her fingers on the ear to cool down. "It will be fine after a while, and it is not very hot."

Han Zhuoling watched her fingers squeeze on her ears, her fingertips were blocked, and he could no longer see them.

But I can still remember the red on the top, pursed my lips, "Don't do this next time."