32 There's a Visitor

"What are we having tonight?"

"The director is back?" When the group of people eating heard Ning Yi's voice, a young man turned around with a smile and a piece of vegetable was still in his mouth.

When he saw a beautiful little girl holding Ning Yi's hand, he was stunned for a long time. The other crew members who turned around were as dumbfounded as him.

"What should I eat? I'm hungry. Is there any more food?" Ning Yi's mind was focused on the food and did not pay much attention to the expressions of the crew members.

"Yes, yes, yes." Everyone snapped back to the present.

The young man quickly chewed on the vegetable in his mouth and came closer to Ning Yi with a look of surprise.

"Director, director, is this our little actress?"

"What little actress?" Ning Yi was obviously not on the same frequency as him. By now, he had seen what was for dinner today. "Baby, let's have winter melon with roast meat and stir-fried vegetables tonight, okay?"

"Sure." Youguang had never had a farm cooked meal like this before. She was eager to experience it.

"Baby?" The young man dropped his chopsticks.

Look, he heard the director call this little girl something? Damn!

After a round of introductions, everyone in the production team realized that the beautiful little girl whom their director had personally picked up, was his biological daughter, and not the little actress they thought she was.

"Director is amazing!"

"To think that he has such a grown-up daughter, who would have thought it?"

He hung out with everyone every day and was about the same age as everyone. He was even younger than some of his colleagues. Looking at his usual ways and behavior, who would have known that he had a family.

Everyone thought that he was a single man.

Who knew that his daughter would suddenly appear.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait… How old was their director again?"

"26? 27?"

Holy shit!!!

What did they know?!

"High school students can't get a marriage certificate, right?" One of the crew members with a bowl of rice in hand, asked his colleague beside him absent-mindedly.

"But you can have children." His colleague next to him chewed his food mindlessly.

… .

Being a little VIP who had just visited the production team.

When Ning Youguang was eating, she was honored to get a small chair and a small dining table.

The small chairs and small dining table were cut by the farming villagers who cooked for the film crew. They cut the trees on the mountain themselves, chopped the wood after the logs were dried, and personally nailed up the cut wood with hammers and nails.

The furniture had a raw look and looked like miniature models. They looked about the size of chairs and tables which kindergarten children sat on.

Thanks to his daughter, Ning Yi was lucky enough to eat at a small dining table for the first time.

Even though he was six feet tall, sitting in a small chair, and unable to straighten his long legs, It was still better than eating with a rice bowl in hand while standing up or squatting down.

The father and daughter had their table set with two large bowls, two small bowls and two small plates.

The two large bowls were filled with food. There was a bowl of winter melon braised pork, and a bowl of stewed chicken. The farmers had reared the chickens themselves.

There were two plates, a plate of stir-fried vegetables and a plate of fried eggs. The two small bowls were filled with steaming hot white rice.

It was not a very sumptuous dinner, but it was enough to make the surrounding crew members drool.

This was because the crew only had one meat and vegetable dish plus a soup for dinner. The meat was braised pork with winter melon, the vegetables were stir-fried, and the soup was vegetable tofu soup.

It wasn't nearly as sumptuous as the director and his daughter's dinner.

However, although they covet it, none of them felt that it was unfair.

This was because the director usually ate with them.

In the countryside in the mountains, there was no way to buy pre-packed lunch boxes.

The production team had hired a local village family to cook for everyone. Although there were only 30+ people in the entire production team, it was not easy to cook three meals a day. Even if anyone wanted to be picky with the food, it was not possible.

Therefore, everyone ate whatever the family cooked for them. It was good enough that they were fed.

Even though he knew that his daughter would arrive today, the director did not inform the village family in advance to ask for a special meal.

It was purely because of his daughter that he got to enjoy the spread for dinner today.

"Even if you don't like it, you have to eat your fill. There's no supper tonight." Ning Yi also felt that the food was not good enough to feed his daughter, but there was no choice.

"No, it's delicious." Ning Youguang took a bite of the poached egg and squinted at the mountain scenery in the distance. It smelled so good.

She had not eaten such delicious farm food in a long time.

In her previous life, she would get to eat this for a period of time every year when she went to the mountains to teach. In this life, she hasn't got a chance to eat this yet.

"Then eat more." Ning Yi was pleased to see that his daughter really liked it. He gave her a large drumstick from the bowl. "There will not be so much food after today."

"It's fine. I'll eat whatever everyone eats. You eat too." A little kid gave her father a big chicken wing.

Ning Yi ate happily.

After dinner, the crew had to get back to work.

There were many mosquitoes in the mountains. Ning Yi wanted his daughter to watch television indoors and not go out with them.

However, Ning Youguang was not interested in television. With the mosquito repellent spray that she had brought, she went to watch the filming.

Ning Yi gave her a little stool to sit on and watch.

She quietly watched as the production team got busy. Youguang realized that although the production team was poor, all of them had a passionate belief and common goal to make a good movie. Everyone worked twice as hard, regardless of gender.

She felt that it was precisely because of this that the atmosphere of this production team in front of her was better and more cohesive than that of her mum's, when she saw them in her previous life.

When Ning Yi started working, he got carried away. The others were also busy with their work and forgot about the fact that a little guest was among them and needed special care.

Therefore, when everyone finished work at two in the morning, they found the director's daughter wrapped in her father's coat and sleeping against a tree beside the set.

It's a cold night in the dead of winter.

This made Ning Yi's heart ache and he blamed himself.

Mr. Cat blamed himself too. He stood beside him and said quietly,

"I talked to the old villager at dinner. I asked him to prepare a room for you and your daughter. Don't let the child sleep in the tent with us. The ground is cold in the middle of winter. When you were busy earlier, the old man's wife let me look at the room. It's on the far right on the second floor of the old man's house. There's a separate bathroom. They've changed the sheets and covers. They're not new, but they're clean. Hurry and carry her to bed. It's too late. Don't wake her for a bath. You can let her bathe tomorrow morning when the sun's up."

"Thank you."

"No need to stand on ceremony between us. You must be tired. Go to bed early."