357 Farewell

He Meng took out her cell phone and clicked on the takeaway app. "You're done filming today. Treat the production team to afternoon tea again before you leave."

After all, there were hundreds of people in the production team. It was unrealistic to give gifts one by one. It was better to be direct and treat everyone to a meal. It would save time and effort.

"Do as you see fit." Yu Han had always listened to He Meng's arrangements when it came to the ways of the world. Lang Yu, who was silent at the side, interrupted. "I've prepared some pork jerky. We'll put it on the tray together and let everyone go get it if they like it."

Last night, he, Lin Zi, and Chen Xiang worked for most of the night and only made two to three kilograms of pork jerky. It looked like a small mountain, but there were so many people in the production team. Everyone would probably only get one or two slices. They were not enough at all.