Huayu: It's normal for me, as a director, to mentor young actresses, right?

Chapter 87 Who exactly threw in the West Lake Vinegar Fish?

"Wow, is this a private jet?" Lin Yu heard Wang Yanyang's strange exclamation as they approached the plane in the shuttle bus.

"What the hell is all that noise?" Lin Yu glanced at him disdainfully. "Look at you, so uncultured. Can't you learn from your brother Hong? He hasn't made a sound at all."

Filming has been completed at several scenic spots in Yanjing, and Lin Yu is now leading his team to the next stop, Hangzhou.

Everyone in the group was curious about private jets, but Wang Yanyang was the only one making such a strange noise.

"Are you sure I want to copy him?" Wang Yanyang turned to look at Wang Zihong beside her. "He's drooling."

Lin Yu followed his gaze and saw that Wang Zihong was staring intently at the plane, his lips even glistening slightly.

"A bunch of good-for-nothings." Lin Yu sighed helplessly. "Alright, we've arrived at our stop. Get off the train now."

Lin Yu ignored Wang Yanyang and, holding Nazha's hand, got out of the car first and walked towards the gangway.

After boarding the plane, Wang Yanyang finally quieted down a bit, following behind Lin Yu and looking around. After a while, he leaned close to Lin Yu and whispered, "Brother Yu, why does this private jet not seem that luxurious?"

Lin Yu glanced back at him: "Nonsense, there are more than a dozen of us on this trip. With the previous interior design, it would be good if seven or eight people could fit."

Although the child has some intellectual disabilities, Lin Yu patiently explained, "This seat was specially modified and added later. We can't let you fly in a small stool, can we?"

Wang Yanyang nodded and fell silent. Wang Zihong, standing behind him, spoke up again: "Brother Yu, where are the flight attendants? Aren't they all saying online that the flight attendants on private jets are incredibly beautiful?"

Lin Yu turned to look at Wang Zihong in the back row. He didn't expect that this guy, who usually seemed so honest, was actually a bit of a brooding flirt.

"You know she's a flight attendant on a private jet," Lin Yu said with a half-smile, "so it's definitely private. If they won't lend it to me, there's nothing I can do."

Naza secretly covered her mouth and laughed while listening, her shoulders swaying.

Lin Yu glanced at her, then looked at the group of curious children around him, and sighed inwardly.

None of the people I brought with me are easy to deal with.

"Everyone, fasten your seatbelts." Lin Yu stood up, taking on the role of a flight attendant. "This journey may not be as comfortable as you imagine."

"Why?" This time it was Brother Hu who spoke up.

"Because the pilot of this flight had just retired from the Air Force."

"Believe me, this flight will absolutely exceed your expectations!"

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"Who exactly voted for West Lake Fish in Vinegar Sauce?!"

The two-hour flight from Beijing to Hangzhou was stretched into an hour and a half by the newly appointed captain.

Lin Yu and his group, still feeling a bit dizzy after getting off the plane, were taken directly to Lou Wai Lou restaurant by West Lake by Wang Yanyang.

At this moment, Lin Yu was staring at the fish on the plate. Its eyes were wide open, as if it was expressing its endless resentment at being made into West Lake Vinegar Fish with an expression of unbearable bitterness.

"What's wrong? Isn't this the number one dish in Hangzhou?" Wang Yanyang was still a little confused by Lin Yu's question.

Until he himself took a bite.

A dozen or so people sat around two tables, surrounded by two plates of West Lake Fish in Vinegar Sauce, and fell into an eerie silence.

After a long silence, Brother Hu finally spoke up, "Did you order the wrong thing? I remember it didn't taste like this before."

"Absolutely impossible." Wang Yanyang spat out the tea he had used to rinse his mouth and quickly retorted, "This is a time-honored brand, and I specifically emphasized that it is made using traditional methods."

He then looked at Lin Yu with an innocent expression: "According to the rankings, everyone here should have voted for West Lake Fish in Vinegar Sauce, otherwise it would be impossible for this to be the first stop."

If you didn't mention the traditional way of making it, it might not taste so bad!

"Next time you submit your application, remember to show me the results, thank you." Lin Yu sighed helplessly, accepting reality.

While still in Yanjing, Wang Yanyang wanted to report the voting results to Lin Yu, but Lin Yu refused.

After all, the unknown and uncertain can add some fun to a busy schedule.

In short, Lin Yu now deeply regrets his actions. He avoided the old Yanjing douzhi (fermented mung bean juice), but he couldn't avoid the West Lake vinegar fish of Hangzhou.

"What are you standing there for? Eat!" Lin Yu picked up his chopsticks and called out to everyone, "You were all chosen by vote, so you can't leave until you finish your food."

The happiest time on the plane is now the most painful time. A group of people facing two plates of fish, it's really hard to eat.

"Should we still film this dish?" Wang Zihong asked hesitantly after taking a bite.

"Take pictures, of course we have to take pictures!" Lin Yu slammed his chopsticks on the table. If they didn't help promote it, wouldn't the fish have died for nothing?

Upon hearing this, Wang Yanyang immediately called out to everyone to assemble the filming equipment and also helped Liu Shishi and Hu Ge adjust their seats.

The two sat at the table, staring at the fish that had barely moved, and fell into silence.

"Maybe... we shouldn't film it." After thinking for a long time, Hu Ge finally came up with a reason: "The fish has already been touched by chopsticks, it won't look good in the photos."

"It's okay, trust my skills!" The photographer looked up from behind the camera and gave Hu Ge a thumbs up. "I definitely won't capture the area where he was pinched."

Looking at the row of gloating people opposite them, Liu Shishi and Hu Ge knew they couldn't escape today.

The two reluctantly picked up their chopsticks, took a bite of fish, and forced themselves to show expressions of enjoyment despite their discomfort.

"Wait a minute!" the cameraman who had just given a thumbs-up suddenly shouted. "The director hasn't said 'action' yet."

Upon hearing this, the veins on both of their foreheads nearly popped out.

Just as he was about to lash out, Lin Yu stepped forward and said, "Excuse me, it was my problem."

He paused, then, without giving them a chance to speak, said directly, "Ready? Now—action!"

Brother Hu is a professional actor after all. Although the food was unpalatable, he didn't lose control of his facial expressions.

Liu Shishi was different. For the first time, Lin Yu saw such complex emotions in her eyes: hatred, anger, despair, and even a trace of accusation against the injustice of fate.

"Cut! Sister Xia, your expression is too ferocious." Lin Yu looked at the screen on the monitor and decisively called for a stop. "You need to look more relaxed. This is a food promotion video."

Liu Shishi glared at Lin Yu resentfully, feeling that this guy was looking for another opportunity to mess with her.

She took a deep breath, picked up another piece of fish with her chopsticks, and this time a smile finally appeared on her face, although the smile looked a bit like she was gritting her teeth.

"Great, that's the expression!" Lin Yu nodded in satisfaction. "Keep it up, Brother Hu, you should have a bite too."

After this scene was finally filmed, the two put down their chopsticks with a sigh of relief.

"Alright, that's all for the ingredients for this dish." Lin Yu glanced at his watch, then at the two plates of fish on the table that had barely been touched. "Thank you all for your hard work. Yangzi, go order something else."

Lin Yu sighed, feeling that the food program they were about to film was irrevocably sliding into comedy.