Chapter 1453

"But if we don't enter the camera, there will be no restrictions on what the staff bring with them." The director explained, "self heating hotpot is easy to carry and easy to handle."

Shixiaoya nodded, "thank you very much. I also brought one for me."

"That's very kind of you. It's not right." The director said with a smile and handed another box to the camera.

The camera elder brother put the camera on, and together with Shi Xiaoya and the director, he poured water into the hot pot, waiting for it to cook by itself.

After a while, the smell of self heating hotpot overtook that of instant noodles.

Han Zhuoling

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

Poetry Xiaoya see Han Zhuoling fiddle with instant noodles in the pot, the noodles are almost boiled, he does not want to eat, the heart is a little uncomfortable.

She is heart big, didn't think it was his side of the small hot pot stimulated others.

When did Han Da Shao suffer such grievances?

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

Han Da Shao has lived to this age, whether he has eaten instant noodles or not.

It's pitiful to see him squatting and cooking noodles.

Especially with such a serious and handsome face.

Even the small matter of cooking noodles, set off by his serious face, seems to be accomplishing something important in life.

Shi Xiaoya looks at the self heating hot pot in her hand, swallows it, then tries to hide herself out of the camera, and slowly moves towards Han Zhuoling.

When Han Zhuoling cooked noodles, he had noticed her for a long time.

At this moment, seeing her furtive appearance, she wanted to continue to look.

See her hands holding a small hot pot, afraid of small hot pot spilled, action carefully.

Squatting move, like a crab, walking horizontally.

Finally moved to his side, Shi Xiaoya knew that her fingers must be hot red by the small hot pot.

Just hot to boiling boiling water, especially soup, hot pot is plastic box, not very heat insulation.

She can't stand it any more on the way. It's all up to now.

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

In fact, she is not close to Han Zhuoling, because she is afraid that she will be in the mirror, which will cause trouble to the editor.

Only carefully hiding outside the camera, he reached out and quietly moved the hot pot to Han Zhuoling's side, whispered: "Ling Shao, you secretly clip some, the audience can't see."

Han Zhuoling's eyes followed her all the time, but they were always on her face before.

Now when I heard her words, my eyes moved down.

Just now, she was greedy when she smelled the hot pot, but now she couldn't see the hot pot in her eyes, and her eyes fell on her hands.

The black hotpot box made her hands surprisingly white.

But just above the amazing white, the pulp of ten fingers are all red, so obvious.

In his eyes, it was even more amazing than the whiteness.

"Scalded?" Han Zhuoling asked suddenly.

"Ah?" Shi Xiaoya didn't react. He followed Han Zhuoling's eyes and realized that he was talking about his finger pulp.

Han Zhuoling narrowed her eyes slightly. As a makeup artist, she relied on her hands.

"Ah, it's OK." Shi Xiaoya didn't care. She quietly took back her hand and pinched her fingers on her ears to cool down. "It'll be OK in a while, and it's not very hot."

Han Zhuoling saw that her fingers were pinched on her ears, and her finger pulp was blocked, so he couldn't see.

But I can still remember the red on it. I pursed my lips and said, "don't do that next time."