The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!-Chapter 1665 - 1655: Sea of Sand (Part 7)

As her gaze wandered, she felt something cool and refreshing approaching. She turned her head, and it was Bo Yan holding a bottle of Coke, right near her face.

What’s better than having a chilled Coke in these hot and arid surroundings?

Xia Siyu’s happiness was that simple; a bottle of ice-cold Coke cured her immediately.

She turned back happily, "You actually bought this?"

Of course not, Bo Yan said, "Snatched it from Han Yifan’s mouth." The other people are artists needing to maintain their figures, but Han Yifan has no such requirement, he can happily drink ’couch potato happy water.’

Usually, Xia Siyu doesn’t have access to ’couch potato happy water.’ If she drinks it, it’s the sugar-free kind, which tastes awful. But today was special; it’s summer, they’re in the desert, sweating a lot and urgently needing hydration and energy. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The desert scenery is magnificent, and the weather here is nice, clear skies all around. By sunset, they were still about ten kilometers from the planned location, but if it gets dark, setting up tents would be difficult, and filming would be hard, so they stopped here.

Missing ten kilometers for the day isn’t much; they could just start early tomorrow. Bo Yan checked the watch, sunset was late, around 8 PM the sky would be completely dark. It was 7 PM, giving them an hour to set up tents, make a fire, and cook dinner. Once it’s fully dark here, it’s not like a city, there’s no electricity, only campfires and flashlights for lighting.

The guide found a sheltered campsite for everyone to rest. Bo Yan and Han Yifan were experienced; first thing was to pitch the tent. Hammer in the stakes, set up the frame, then cover the tent and interior.

They were camping not far from the highway but not at the roadside, since the road wasn’t closed, cars could pass by during the night.

Unexpectedly, besides Bo Yan and Han Yifan, Xia Siyu also knew how. Bo Yan was hammering stakes, and she was assembling the frame. Though she wasn’t strong and the structure wasn’t very firm, it was shaped well enough. Once Bo Yan finished hammering, he helped her make it sturdier, and a tent was quickly completed.

Even Han Yifan was a bit surprised, "Wow, nice! Did you learn this?"

"What else?" Summer camps came from the West. Xia Siyu had gone on many trips with her school as a kid, these basics she definitely knew.

The senior group indeed didn’t understand this. Watched several times but couldn’t successfully pitch their tent. Finally, they turned back and asked, "Bo Yan, can you help us take a look over here?"

"Okay, hang on." Bo Yan finished the tent here and immediately went over to help. Starting from hammering stakes, he showed them how to set up the frame. With his help, their tent was quickly erected. Though the tent wasn’t as comfortable as a hotel room, going out to play occasionally and experiencing this had its own charm.

With three tents set up, Bo Yan returned, and Xia Siyu had already arranged the interior, laying out the sleeping bags.

They hadn’t started filming at noon, knowing they’d start tough times in the afternoon, Xia Siyu ate a lot. But after a tired afternoon of running around, riding camels, and pitching tents, all requiring physical strength, she was hungry.

Bo Yan looked around. Here though in the desert, it was close to the Gobi region, with some small stones around. He picked a few and arranged them into a stove shape, then placed the bought firewood on it. Usually, burning with charcoal is best, but now conditions were unavailable.

He also found a stone stump to start processing ingredients.

Bo Yan was quite foresighted; the meat and vegetables, along with pots, bowls, and utensils, had been washed before entering the desert. Here they just needed cutting.

Without handy tools, he used his carried Swiss army knife, which wasn’t from the show’s given budget. He cut the meat into large pieces, tore the vegetables by hand, lit the fire, boiled water, added half a packet of hotpot base, threw in meat and vegetables, also casually broke off a naan.

The fire ignited, the aroma filled the air. Though this meal seemed rough by usual standards, in the desert with scarce supplies, it was like a five-star feast!

At the scent, Han Yifan was the first to be enticed, rushing over, "What are you cooking? Want me to help with a taste test?"

Han Yifan had just given Xia Siyu a bottle of Coke, previously Xia Siyu used Shang Feifei’s name to rent army coats; though these two were stingy, they wouldn’t entirely refuse. Bo Yan deliberately played along, "You can only taste-test."

"Damn, you miser, as long as I don’t eat your dish, right? I’ll grab some veggies and meat and borrow your pot and spices."

Han Yifan ran off to fetch ingredients, Shang Feifei came along carrying them.

"What’s cooking?" asked the senior duo, attracted by the aroma while preparing their meal, seeing a pot ready for dining here.

Actually, the meat and vegetables Bo Yan bought were plenty; after all, they were out traveling, with no fridge, high temperatures made preservation difficult, best to finish them all in one meal today, they couldn’t eat them tomorrow. The senior pair didn’t hold back and fetched their bowls and chopsticks.

Six people circled around a stove, waiting to add meat and vegetables. Not smelling the aroma was fine, but once inhaled, they instantly felt famished from the day’s travel. Occasionally indulging in such deceptive meals is fine, so everyone opened up their stomachs and happily ate.

After finishing, the seniors felt awkward about eating for free, so they brought over a watermelon — it’s locally grown, cheap and good quality, but in the desert, eating watermelon after hotpot was simply marvelous. The six shared a watermelon, eating till their bellies bulged.

Xia Siyu patted her stomach, "Uh, something feels off?"

She pondered but couldn’t figure it out, then patted her belly again, "Whatever. How do we clean this pot?"

Water is scarce in the desert, yet pots and utensils still need cleaning, they’ll be used in the following days.

Other groups also washed bowls and chopsticks, while heading back they suddenly realized what was wrong — Zhou Weiwei’s group hadn’t come over.

Zhou Weiwei and Zhang Wenyi weren’t good at tent pitching. It was busy over there, they were just staring at the instruction manual for ages. And now with their complicated relationship with Xia Siyu and Bo Yan, they were too embarrassed to ask for help.

While others set up campfires and cooked hotpot, their tent was just barely finished. Moreover, being not very professional, the tent also looked rather shabby.

The aroma wafted over, and the two were starving but felt too shy to join the others. They’ve hardly cooked before; maybe made steak or breakfast sandwiches, all other meals were eaten out. While that side was eating hotpot and singing, they only huddled in their little tent nibbling bread.

Took a big bite by accident — choked.