275: A big star passing by the stall

As Director Zhang and Xu Xiaole's figures disappeared into the crowd of the film and television base, Lu Chuan's stall briefly returned to quietness.

The afternoon sun was a bit scorching, and Ding Xinyang kept fanning himself with a fan.

Although it was useless and he would still sweat the same amount, the fanned hot air could somewhat dispel the anxiety in his heart.

At this moment, he suddenly turned to look at Lu Chuan and He Jingrui, a hint of envy surfacing in his heart.

Even under the big sun, the two of them showed no sweat and remained composed.

"Activating those Gourmet Cellss really makes a difference, I'm so envious. When will I be able to be like them?"

Unable to find an answer, Ding Xinyang could only continue fanning himself with a troubled expression.

He Jingrui still stood by the food truck like an iron tower, his gaze distant, as if the surrounding hustle and bustle had nothing to do with him, only his nostrils occasionally twitching imperceptibly, catching the alluring lingering aroma of food in the air.

Lu Chuan leaned against the food truck, took out his phone, and looked through the information of several master chefs sent by Chairman Neng Xing and President Dai Xuesong, silently planning the structure of his future catering company.

Just then, a slightly hurried sound of footsteps approached from a distance.

A handsome young man with an outstanding temperament, wearing a well-fitted casual suit and carrying a discreet leather briefcawalked quickly past the stall, checking his limited-edition wristwatch.

His strides were long, and his brows were slightly furrowed, clearly indicating he was in a hurry.

However, just as he was about to run past the stall, a gentle breeze happened to carry a faint yet highly penetrating complex aroma, emanating from the gap in the food truck's insulated box, to his nose.

It was an indescribably alluring scent, a fusion of the savory freshness of seven-colored glass salt, the cool sweetness of you lan honey, and the inherent flavors of the ingredients themselves, brought to their peak.

The handsome young man's steps suddenly halted; he almost instinctively stopped, turned his head towards the food truck, took a deep breath, and his Adam's apple involuntarily bobbed.

A clear look of surprise appeared on his face.

But the next second, he remembered he was running late, a flicker of struggle crossed his face, and he ultimately resisted the temptation, resumed his pace, and accelerated forward.

Only after running further away, a backward glance revealed a lingering sense of unfulfilled desire.

"Holy crap?! Hu Di?!"

Ding Xinyang next to him suddenly widened his eyes, exhaling a low cry, almost dropping the fan in his hand.

Hearing this, Lu Chuan also looked up from his phone screen, glanced at the figure already ten meters away, and realized,

"Oh, it's him. No wonder he looked a bit familiar."

A popular superstar often seen on TV and online suddenly appearing right before his eyes, and almost being enticed to stop by the aroma of his own stall, made Lu Chuan feel somewhat novel and interesting.

But he quickly shrugged it off.

This was Hengdian; encountering celebrities was perfectly normal.

However, seeing the other person alone and rushing, there was a bit of a contrast to his glamorous image on screen.

"Where's his assistant? Why is he running so fast by himself? Looks like he's going to be late?"

Ding Xinyang was still exclaiming in wonder, craning his neck to look.

Lu Chuan smiled, didn't pay much attention, and continued to look at the documents.

Celebrities are people too; they can also be late. It's no big deal.

However, less than two minutes later, an even louder "Holy crap!" erupted from Ding Xinyang's mouth.

Lu Chuan looked up, only to see Hu Di, who had just run past, returning the same way, looking embarrassed and moving even faster.

As he ran, he was still looking at the navigation on his phone, his face showing some annoyance and urgency, heading decisively towards a completely different fork in the road than before.

Lu Chuan and Ding Xinyang exchanged glances and both couldn't help but laugh.

"Haha, he must have run to the wrong set, right?" Ding Xinyang was overjoyed, "Looks like even big stars can be this confused."

This little interlude added a touch of lighthearted humor to the somewhat dull afternoon.

Lu Chuan smiled and shook his head, continuing with his own business.

Lunch break gradually passed, the crowd at the film and television base began to thin, and the afternoon filming for various crews started successively.

Inside Lu Chuan's food truck, the remaining bento boxes were still full.

Ding Xinyang looked at the insulated box, which had barely diminished, and his brows furrowed again into a knot, sighing.

"Sigh, so much left again..."

Lu Chuan, however, was calm and was about to tell the two of them to pack up.

Just then, a man wearing a black baseball cap and a jacket hurried to this rest area.

He looked around, his gaze quickly scanning the few food trucks that hadn't packed up yet, muttering to himself as he compared something.

It wasn't until his gaze fixed on Lu Chuan's food truck that his eyes suddenly lit up, but then a hint of hesitation quickly flashed.

It was only when he walked closer and saw He Jingrui's iconic "double-door refrigerator" like physique next to the food truck that he seemed to confirm something and let out a big sigh of relief.

Lu Chuan's hearing was far superior to ordinary people's, and he could hear his murmuring from several meters away:

"... 'There's a young stall owner, with a giant, burly helper next to him' ... It matches, this is the one."

"But... it looks so ordinary? Why did Brother Hu insist on eating this bento? And he's rushing so much..."

But when he finally saw the glaring "¥888" on the price tag, he couldn't help but gasp, and a "Holy crap" escaped his lips.

"Boss, are you robbing people?! One bento box, selling for eight hundred eighty-eight?"

He suddenly looked up at Lu Chuan, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Lu Chuan was used to this kind of reaction; he just looked at him calmly, without answering.

The man seemed to realize his words were a bit aggressive, awkwardly rubbed his nose, and muttered softly:

"Uh... it seems even robbing people isn't as fast as you..."

Lu Chuan: "..."

"Are you buying? If not, we're packing up."

Lu Chuan pointed to the gradually emptying surroundings, his tone flat.

"Buy! Buy, buy, buy!"

The man seemed to have just woken up, quickly said, his finger pointing directly to the most expensive item.

"This one, the 888 one! One portion!"