Jiang Feng was selling osmanthus cakes.
Suddenly, Sun Zhuangfei, who was standing nearby, pointed in the direction of the road, his face full of surprise, and said, "Boss, the emperor, the emperor is coming!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Feng turned his head and saw that it was the drama crew that was filming the short drama earlier, with several people walking this way. The emperor, the eunuch, the concubine, and the cameraman were all there. They were chatting leisurely, all looking very natural and quite happy.
"There's a small stall."
"Let's go take a look, it wasn't here before."
"This Film and Television City is usually not crowded, so there aren't many vendors."
"Let's get something to eat, I'm hungry too!"
The group came over and noticed that the food truck was selling osmanthus cakes. Wafts of a refreshing scent drifted from the food truck. It was similar to the fragrance of osmanthus flowers but was somewhat subtler. Smelling it was invigorating and very pleasant.
