Chapter 201
The sky gradually turned dark. Luna finally finished filming today’s snow scene and walked into the sitting room, still cloaked in cold air. There was a round table in the middle of the room, and in the center of it, a pot of broth was piping hot. It was filled with various ingredients and smelled absolutely enticing. Around the broth, there was a wholesome array of dishes: roasted chicken, cured meat, mutton rolls, beef rolls, sashimi, stir-fried vegetables...
Film director Tommy and screenwriter Mose rubbed their hands together and ran over to the round table excitedly. "To be able to dig into Mr. Carter’s cooking after work is indeed one of the greatest enjoyments in the world," the two men commended.
Jaden smiled. He scooped a bowl of rich, creamy radish soup and placed it in front of Luna. "Miss Carter, enjoy."
Luna resisted the urge to wolf down the food and took the soup bowl in a refined manner. "Thank you," she responded. She picked up the spoon and gracefully finished the bowl of soup, feeling the warmth spread through her stomach. The nippy chill she had felt upon entering the sitting room had dissipated.
Jaden poured wine for Tommy and Mose. "The weather forecast says that it’ll snow again tomorrow. If everything goes smoothly, you should be able to finish filming the snow scene then."
"If there’s nothing out of the ordinary tomorrow, I’ll return to Rosemont City in the afternoon," Mose said, stroking his beard. "I can finally go home for Christmas. I miss my grandson so much."
Tommy smiled and added, "We’ll work harder tonight and finish filming the night scene. I believe Luna’s fine with it. Let’s all go back together tomorrow afternoon."
Luna had a smile on her face, but she could feel a pinch of emptiness in her heart. She would only resume work after the New Year. Without the food Jaden made for her over these many days, she’d probably lose a few pounds again.
Just as she dwelled on the thought, her phone rang. When she saw the caller ID, her scalp tightened, and she groaned inwardly. ’I really don’t want to answer this call, but I can’t.’