In another place, Su Jishi and the others, led by the local fishing master, set foot on the solid ice.
Today, they want to experience fishing under the ice.
Ulungur Lake was extremely cold in winter with the ice surface reaching nearly one meter thick. The crew gave the artists the task of catching one fish each.
The Fishing Master was well-experienced. He found a place where the ice was the thinnest and fish gathered, and gave them two ice chisels and asked them to drill ice holes.
An ice chisel was a T-shaped simple ice cutting tool with a handle on the top and a cast iron tip on the bottom. An ice chisel weighed 20 kilograms, so each time you needed all your strength to lift up, and then let it fall heavily to cut a thin layer of ice.
In the hands of old fishermen, they could drill a hole within six or seven minutes with this equipment. But where could the artists have used such primitive tools? Everyone took turns to work hard, and it took nearly an hour for them to barely open a hole in the ice. The ice chips fell all over them, and soon slid back down to the ground and froze firmly with the ice.
Among them, Su Jishi contributed the most output and the fastest speed. Without her help, the others probably wouldn’t have cut through the ice even after two hours.
Even the Fishing Master tsked and asked her, “Miss Su, have you used ice chisels before?”
Su Jishi opened her eyes wide and said innocently, “No, I haven’t.”
Wei Jing interjected, “Miss Su may have not used this, but the way she handles a hammer is outstanding! In terms of wordly armament, master one and you’ll master a hundred!”
Everyone burst into laughter in the wake of his statement.
In fact, Su Jishi did use ice chisels. She had visited the five Great Lakes of Canada for study with her teacher before. It was bitterly cold in winter, and it was very hard to go out of the field. They could only eat the dry food and canned goods that they carried with them. Sometimes, they really couldn’t hold out and craved to eat some fresh game, so they borrowed tools from local fishermen and ran to make a hole in the ice.
She could handle an ice chisel, but the actress, Su Jin, didn’t have a reason to use it.
After the ice was chiseled, the ice water quickly surged up due to the pressure and rushed out of the ice. Not only that, some bold fish even stuck their heads directly out of the hole and blobbed to breathe oxygen!
“Oh my! So many fish!” Qin Qiu exclaimed.
The hole was less than the size of a basketball, but there were seven or eight silly fish gathered there, blobbing and jumping out.
Everyone quickly put down their fish hooks, and in a moment’s work, each person had captured a small harvest.
The fish under the ice surface were fat and large, the smallest being only five or six pounds. As soon as they were thrown on the ice, the fish were immediately stunned by the low temperature out of the water. They piled into a hill, one by one, making the picture particularly shocking.
Su Jishi squatted in front of the fish hill and took a picture with them. She really wanted to show off, so after a moment’s thought, she ended up sending it to Mu Xiulun.
Dr. Su: [share picture]
Mr. Mu: What is this?
Dr. Su: A fish hill, ah.
Mr.Mu: Oh, is this the hill you have fought for me?
Dr. Su: …
Dr. Su: Mr. Mu, if you shave off your face, will it perhaps weigh two kilograms?
Mr. Mu: I’m note sure whether my face is heavy or not. You can weigh other places when you have a chance.
Dr. Su: [admire].jpg
Mr. Mu: [Earthquake in the shape of the Love wave].jpg
Dr.Su: …Where did you get this emoji package?
Mr. Mu: I let Gao Ling do it.
Su Jisi: “…” This secretary is too miserable.
When Su Jishi asked Mu Xiulun when he was coming to visit their site, Mu Xiulun only said “Soon”. The Director instructed all the artists to finish shooting the fishing section, so they could leave, so Su Jishi hurriedly put away her phone and asked Xiao Xia to take it for her.
The crowd returned with a full load. The Fishing Master tied the fish in the lips with a straw rope, and each carried a large slip of fish and dragged it behind them, running toward their camp with great haste.
It was reasonable to say that since they returned at the end of the day with a full load, it called for a celebration. Unexpectedly, in front of the bus, Su Jishi saw a person she didn’t want to see at all.
Zhou Jing was still wearing her mink and fur skirt, holding a tray and several cups of hot tea in her hand, waiting for them with a smile.
It turned out that early this morning, the Director sent her to do a solo mission, to send hot tea to the fishermen nearby. She worked all morning, but only had a little footage. She was unwilling, so she sneaked around to the other artists’ work place, intending to ‘add drama’ to herself.
Seeing the five artists back, she hurriedly greeted them, “Everyone has worked hard. Have a cup of hot tea!”
She had a good plan. As long as everyone took her tea and chatted with her for a few minutes, her scene would be there!
Who would have thought that Su Jishi would blatantly refuse? She directly treated her coldly. She dragged a string of fish and stood in place, motionless.
As soon as she stopped, the other artists also stopped.
No one reached out for water, and the scene instantly became extremely awkward.
Zhou Jing had thick skin. She turned a blind eye to everyone’s rejection and approached them with the hot tea.
In such cold weather, with them freezing cold inside and out, who did not want a cup of hot tea?
Zhou Jing started with Wei Jing, the most approachable Dad. He was a Taiwanese artist, and recently entered the mainland for development. He didn’t want to offend people, so after a short deliberation, or perhaps he could no longer endure Zhou Jing’s cottoning up, he ended up picking a cup and drinking it.
He drank, so the oldest, Yan Changhui, also followed suit.
After all, in this circle, their network was the first, and by all means, they must avoid standing in line rashly. Since Zhou Jing managed to parachute into the program, he thought there must be a big boss behind her. Even if they selfishly stood on Su Jin’s si9de, he also didn’t want to make his relationship with Zhou Jing too stiff.
They drank those cups of tea. Calling it “betrayal” was a little too much, but Su Jishi looked really uncomfortable.
She had no room for sand in her eyes. What she hated the most in the entertainment industry was the act of achieving success one way or the other.
Fortunately, there was still someone who stood with her. Qin Qiu and Chen Gangyu did not touch that cup of tea. Qin Qiu said he wasn’t thirsty, while Chen Gangyu raised the thermos in her hand and said she brought her own.
Eventually, Zhou Jing walked step by step to Su Jishi.
She stopped and raised her tray with a smile, speaking sweetly, “Miss Su, it was my fault for riding the horse that day. I was really lacking in sensibility, so can you forgive me? A big star like you shouldn’t mind an 18th-tier celebrity like me. A gentle and kind person like you should be magnanimous. You can ask me to kneel, kowtow, or even whip me. Are you fine with that? We still have to work together afterwards. You don’t want us to get too stiff during our movie promotional tour, right?”
She was referring to the film Mysterious Notes that they filmed together half a year ago, which was now under post-production and had received the Dragon Seal ((Dragon Seal – a film censor of approval from China’s State Administration of Press, Publication, Radio, Film and Television)). It was expected to be released on Valentine’s Day. There would definitely be a creative movie promotional tour before the release, and the two were the first and second female lead. They also formed a Lily CP in the drama, so they would definitely be there together.
As expected, after she finished speaking, Su Jishi’s attitude softened.
Su Jishi stared at the cup of hot tea in front of her, and the steaming heat spread slowly in the cold winter. Her expression was no longer as condensed as just now. Her red lips slightly curled up on both sides, and her smile bloomed layer by layer like spring flowers.
Peek-Aboo 
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