The subsequent recording went much smoother, with the host's control keeping the session within the expected timeframe. All that remained was the post-production editing and broadcasting.
After the program announced the end of recording, Xia Qingtian breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Grandpa Fang. "Grandpa Fang, what's the plan next?"
"I have a flight to Kyoto later," Grandpa Fang said as he stood up. "No time for reminiscing this time. We'll meet again when there's a chance."
"Alright, I'll find an opportunity to visit you specifically," Xia Qingtian said with a smile.
"Mm." Grandpa Fang was in a hurry and didn't say much more. The other two experts exchanged contact information with Xia Qingtian.
By the time Xia Qingtian left the recording venue, it was already past dinner time.
Although the director had mentioned that bento boxes could be provided later, the thought of Mobius's excellent cooking made Xia Qingtian feel that the program's bento boxes with three meat dishes and two vegetable dishes weren't worth looking forward to.
Upon returning home immediately, Xia Qingtian simply freshened up, removed her makeup, changed into her loungewear, and then unceremoniously knocked on the door of the adjacent room.
Soon, the door was opened by Mobius.
Wearing loungewear and a coffee-colored plaid apron, with a spatula still in hand, Mobius's usually indifferent and distant face showed a touch of domesticity, and the air was filled with the aroma of food. "Finished work?"
"Yes, I'm starving," Xia Qingtian couldn't help but say as she entered the room. "The white qipao I wore on camera today was incredibly demanding. I didn't dare to eat lunch, fearing a visible stomach, and I had to keep my core engaged and my back straight the whole time. My waist is killing me."
"Wow, everything I love to eat," Xia Qingtian's mouth watered at the sight of the dishes on the table. "This is great!"
"There's just the last dish, Stir-fried Prawns with Scallions. Once it's out of the pan, we'll eat." Mobius went directly into the kitchen, and soon returned with a plate of Stir-fried Prawns with Scallions. Xia Qingtian had already set out the bowls and chopsticks and served two bowls of rice.
Once Mobius sat down, the meal officially began.
"Was the filming today smooth?" Mobius asked Xia Qingtian while picking up food.
"It was okay," Xia Qingtian couldn't quite say if it was smooth or not. Although there was a small hiccup, the entire process concluded successfully. "What about you? Is your work going well?"
Hearing Xia Qingtian ask about his work, Mobius's hand paused for a moment before he gave a dry laugh. "It's okay, just the usual."
"Is it very tiring to be Mr. Gu's special assistant?" Xia Qingtian asked curiously. "Do you have to manage everything? Does Mr. Gu ever make any embarrassing requests?"
"Why... are you suddenly interested in this?" Mobius's heart began to race, but he maintained a calm demeanor.
"Aren't we about to record 'The Best Intern'? I saw that the participating internships include the technical department, creative department, and assistant department," Xia Qingtian replied after taking a sip of soup. "I was wondering if I entered the assistant department, if I could be your colleague. But you're the chief special assistant, so wouldn't we be in the same department?"
Hearing Xia Qingtian's question, Mobius breathed a sigh of relief.
He had thought Xia Qingtian had discovered something.
His original plan was to have Xia Qingtian join the assistant department during the recording of 'The Best Intern,' and then smoothly become his special assistant. He would confess to Xia Qingtian at that time, framing it as a small surprise.
If handled well, Xia Qingtian shouldn't be angry, or feel deceived.
After careful consideration, Mobius decided to give Xia Qingtian a heads-up: "Qingtian, there's something I've been meaning to tell you. Actually..."
Before Mobius could finish speaking, there was a knock on the door.
"Hmm?" Xia Qingtian looked curiously at the door. Come to think of it, she had been freeloading meals at Mobius's place for so long, but she had never heard anyone come to his house to see him.
"You continue eating." Mobius calculated the time and frowned slightly. It must be that kid Bai Yuqi, having run out of money and coming to blackmailer him again.
Thinking this, Mobius prepared to send the person away.
He opened the door, but before he could utter the words to chase them away, Mobius immediately frowned, a hint of panic and disgust appearing in his eyes. "Why are you here?"
"Yaoyang, are you still angry with me?" Yu Linwan's face was full of grievance outside the door. Her hair was a little messy, and her shoulders slumped.
Seeing Gu Yaoyang appear before her, Yu Linwan's eyes reddened, and she leaned in to embrace Gu Yaoyang. "Yaoyang! I was so scared—"
Before she could finish speaking, Mobius directly closed the door. Yu Linwan bumped into the door, her whole body numb with pain.
She looked at the tightly shut door in disbelief.
Gu Yaoyang... actually closed the door on a guest!
This... this...
This was absolutely not something Gu Yaoyang would do!
Especially considering her. She was the woman Gu Yaoyang had almost married. How could he do this when she appeared before him in such a pathetic state?
Banging loudly on the door, Yu Linwan shouted, "Yaoyang! It's me! Yaoyang!"
Gu Yaoyang's face was grim, wishing he could tie up Yu Linwan outside the door and throw her into the Pacific!
Her sharp cries reached him inside the room. Gu Yaoyang stiffly turned his head and looked towards the dining table.
There, Xia Qingtian was holding a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, staring at him in a daze.
"Qingtian, let me explain!" His heart sank. Gu Yaoyang immediately wanted to step forward.
"Don't speak!" Xia Qingtian took a deep breath, scanned Gu Yaoyang from head to toe, then looked at the table. After what seemed like a long decision, she picked up her chopsticks and continued eating.
Gu Yaoyang hesitated for a moment, then walked to the opposite side of Xia Qingtian and sat down, picking up his rice bowl to continue eating.
The two of them were too quiet, with only the clinking of chopsticks and bowls breaking the silence, forming a stark contrast to the hysteria outside the door.
"Are you angry?" Gu Yaoyang asked, holding his soup bowl.
"Of course," Xia Qingtian replied curtly. "If these dishes weren't so delicious, I would definitely have poured one of them onto your head!"
As she spoke, Xia Qingtian fiercely tore off a piece of meat from a chicken leg, as if the meat wasn't from the chicken leg, but from Gu Yaoyang's body.
Seeing this, Gu Yaoyang silently swallowed, and then silently felt fortunate that his good cooking could still be useful at such a critical moment.
"I'm full," Xia Qingtian said, putting down her empty bowl. "Bye."
"What do you want to eat tomorrow?" Gu Yaoyang asked immediately.
"I won't be coming here anymore," Xia Qingtian shot Gu Yaoyang a cold glance. "Good night, Mr. Gu!"