She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Manshu watched the director shoot the grape picking scene for the entire morning. They picked a whole basket of grapes and had to NG the scene many times.

If it wasn't true that each take was getting better and better, Manshu would have suspected that the director had the actors do NGs on purpose in order to pick grapes.

It was not until noon that the director reluctantly let him pass, and Manshu had the opportunity to stay and have a box lunch.

The boxed lunches here are indeed not very tasty, and Manshu thought of Yang Le’s small restaurant.

She carried her lunch box and moved closer to the director and Feng Jin.

"Sister Manshu, is the lunch not to your liking?"

The entire crew ordered their lunch boxes from the same place, and everyone from the director and leading actress to the extras ordered the same dishes.

One meat and two vegetable dishes.

Manshu had no appetite; the lunch box tasted really bad.

"The food in our City C is so delicious. Where did you order it from? The taste is so ordinary."

To say it's average is a compliment. The rice is cold and hard, the vegetables are fried wilted, and the meat and vegetables are too oily.

"Do you have any good recommendations? This is your territory, you should be familiar with it."

Feng Jin looked at her with a smile. If the girl could find a better restaurant, they would certainly be willing to change.

The food here is indeed average, but the price is cheap.

"The standard price of our lunch boxes is eight yuan." When the director heard Feng Jin ask Manshu, he didn't object, but just interrupted.

What this means is that if Manshu wants to help with the introduction, the lunch boxes sent by the restaurant must be kept within eight yuan.

"Let me ask for you." Manshu took out his cell phone and called Yang Le.

Yang Le's Restaurant was very busy at this time.

It took him a long time to answer the phone.

"Sister Manshu, what do you want to talk to me about?"

There was noise on the phone, either someone urging for fried rice or noodles.

Yang Le was dealing with it while listening to the phone.

"Lezi, does your family send lunch boxes?"

"We don't do this." Yang Le's parents opened a small restaurant. Although the business was not very good, there were old customers around and everyone was supportive.

"Then are your parents interested in trying it? I think Uncle Yang's cooking tastes good. There is a film crew in the village in the city. Their food standard is eight yuan. You can choose the right dishes. The most important thing is that they are clean and tasty."

Manshu did not say that there must be one meat and two vegetable dishes.

Yang Le didn't expect that Manshu would recommend business to his family.

There are quite a few people in the crew, and with the standard of eight dollars, there is definitely some profit to be made.

"Sister Manshu, I'm going to ask my dad. If he agrees, I'll come find you later."

He also didn't ask how Manshu was in charge of the crew. In Yang Le's impression, Manshu had some abilities.

Yang Le went to ask his father, and of course his father wanted to take it over. Even if the lunch boxes were not a long-term business, he could still make some money by taking it over.

"Go ahead. Bring some dishes over there and let them taste dad's cooking. If they think it's okay, we'll try making it tomorrow."

Yang Le doesn't have any take-out boxes at home, so if the other party decides to order one, he'll have to buy a batch in the afternoon.

At about two o'clock in the afternoon, when Yang's father was no longer busy with the noise in the store, he fried a few of his specialties, three meat dishes and three vegetable dishes, put them in a small bowl, and asked Yang Le to take it to the address Manshu mentioned.

This place is not far from the old street, only about ten minutes' walk.

Yang Le rode his father's motorcycle and quickly delivered the things to the destination.

When he arrived, Manshu was there to greet him at the door.

Feng Jin heard that someone would come to bring her food, so she didn't eat much of her lunch box.

By the time Yang Le’s meal was served, Feng Jin had just finished a scene.