47 Conch Bay (1/2)
One might have assumed some accidents would happen during the shoot to drag the plot out, but everything went smoothly. After taking the last scene on the balcony, the director announced the end of Ye Shuang's part-time work with a loud and final ”That's a wrap!”
The remaining task was to squeeze out a few promotional pictures, which would be used as posters or flyers, but if there was really no time; the pictures would have to be directly taken from the video using software like photoshop.
Since the official work was over, the rest of the day would be reserved for personal issues. After exiting the apartment in her own clothes, Ye Shuang saw her target, who had come to fetch his own younger sister. She bounded toward him happily. Ignoring Miss Fang, she patted Fang Mo on his shoulder and asked with a raised eyebrow, ”You guys going for dinner?”
”You're planning to join us?” Fang Mo laughed internally. This friend of his had become less courteous to him, the better they knew each other. Instead of being offended, Fang Mo found this rather refreshing, having a close friend from the same sex that he didn't need to be guarded around 24/7 wasn't so bad. This relationship felt naturally and easy to Fang Mo; he didn't feel the need to be formal and careful with his words like he was around other people.
He hummed contemplatively as he looked at the watch on his wrist. ”The seafood supper buffet should be starting soon at the Conch Bay, how about we go there?”
Conch Bay was a famous seafood restaurant at San Lin City. It was famous not for how fancy it was but for its specialty seafood cuisine; the best part was that all the seafood was served fresh and could be prepared in many different ways, such as steam, stir-fry, stew, and barbeque. If anyone was in a mood for seafood in San Lin City, then Conch Bay should definitely be their first choice.
Ye Shuang's main intention was to use dinner as a pretext to discuss her future career with Fang Mo to get his advice and opinions, but when she heard the mention of Conch Bay, her stomach started to grumble.
If I'm not mistaken, the way the buffet is done is for you to take the ingredient that you want and barbeque them yourself? Ye Shuang thought about it seriously and said, ”I hear their ingredients are all fresh, and their accompanying sauces are also not bad… Sure, then let's go to Conch Bay.”
If the ingredients were nice, coupled with Ye Shuang's cooking skill, the result definitely would be pretty.
Ye Shuang's current approach to eating out was, if she didn't have to go to those immoral stalls that served chemically-enhanced food, then that would be for the best. She was quite afraid that Fang Mo would suddenly say, Let's go take a spin around the night market.
Fang Mo's assistant had arranged a celebratory dinner for the film crew. Everyone knew the Fang family siblings were close friends of Ye Shuang, so they didn't think twice when they saw the trio leave the scene together. After all the arrangements had been made, the two parties separated, each heading toward their destination restaurant.
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Since it was supper buffet, of course, it was self-service.
”You prefer them barbequed or fried?” The three separated into their designated tasks when they arrived at Conch Bay; Fang Mo went to pay, Ye Shuang—the chef—went to pick up the ingredients and sauces, while Miss Fang… Go book our seats, don't just stand there and stop the world from spinning!
Ye Shuang rolled up her sleeves as she raided the fridge containing all the fresh seafood. She said confidently, ”If neither of you have any specific eating habit, I suggest we go for a barbeque. This seafood is so fresh that it'll taste marvelous with a little squirt of lemon.”
Fang Mo had tried Sister Shuang's cooking a few days earlier, and he only had praise for it, but he hadn't tried Brother Shuang's cooking skill before. Thinking about the fact that this couple's names even matched each other's, Fang Mo believed Brother Shuang's talents wouldn't be so different from his girlfriend's.