Chapter 637: Chapter 637: Made by Hand
The recording for the first episode took about three days. After the first recording was done, Charlotte Thompson, finished with the shooting affair, returned to the rest area to pick up her bag and came out with Coco.
Inside the venue, Lincoln Smith was directing the staff to edit the program that was just recorded, holding a cup of tea in his hand. He glanced indifferently and saw Charlotte preparing to leave with her bag in hand.
It was as if he suddenly remembered something, he quickly turned his head, chased her up in two or three steps, and said, "Miss Thompson, wait a moment."
Hearing this, Charlotte turned her head to look at him, a bit confused: "Director Smith?"
She looked around and noticed that the other judges and contestants were all getting ready to leave. She hesitated, "If I remember correctly, there shouldn’t be anything left to shoot, right?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Lincoln Smith laughed and said, "Miss Thompson, your memory is worse than this fifty-year-old man’s."
Charlotte pursed her lips in a smile and said, "Fifty is still in the prime of life, it’s not right to call yourself an old man."
Hearing this, Lincoln Smith smiled contentedly. He gestured to his assistant not far away, who saw the gesture, nodded in understanding, stood up and picked up something from the table to bring it over.
Lincoln Smith passed it to Charlotte and said with a smile, "I didn’t forget the promise I made to you. This is what I just made, it’s still hot."
As he spoke, a hint of surprise flashed in Charlotte’s eyes.
She had forgotten that her main purpose in coming here was actually for the lunch Lincoln Smith personally prepared.
Not to put too fine a point on it, this man didn’t seem like the type to cook, yet he nailed it when it came to preparing a good meal.
Not wanting to stand on ceremony, Charlotte took the paper bag from his hands, slightly raised her eyebrows, smiled and said, "Thank you, Director Smith. I’ll leave now, see you tomorrow."
Lincoln Smith nodded at her, waved, and said, "Go ahead."
With a slight nod, Charlotte watched Lincoln Smith turn and leave. Lowering her eyes, she met Coco’s gaze.
Coco’s eyes were shining as she looked at the light-colored paper bag in her hand. Incredulous, she said, "Sis, is this something Director Smith made personally?"
With a light laugh, Charlotte nodded, got in the car first, then turned around and saw Coco still standing there. She teased, "Aren’t you leaving? It’s going to get cold."
Catching Charlotte’s intent, Coco’s eyes widened in shock. She quickly nodded and got in the car.
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The next day.
Charlotte Thompson arrived at the venue half an hour ahead of the estimated shooting time. This time, she did not go to the rest area, but sat directly on the judges’ seats, bored and listening to the two foreign designers chatting next to her.
They were not speaking in Chinese, but fluent English.
Charlotte understood. She leaned back comfortably, squinting her eyes.
Coco had become familiar with Director Smith and was running around backstage being his assistant.
Ten minutes ahead of time, the participating stars arrived on the scene.
One of the women arrived in a red hip-hugging dress and pulled a chair over to sit next to Charlotte.
Asher Howard, who was originally sitting next to Charlotte, frowned and moved a few steps away, seemingly unable to stand the strong perfume scent from the woman.
Charlotte leaned back quietly, looked at the woman politely, and asked, "Can I help you with something?"
Hearing this, the woman looked a little cramped. She pursed her lips as if remembering something, and a coquettish smile appeared on her face.