“Let’s come back after some food. Tell everyone to regather by 2 o’clock,” said Park Hoon as he cracked his neck sideways. 

He left a few days ago to cover for the historical drama B team at the request of a senior at the TV station and returned yesterday, and it seemed that his fatigue hadn’t completely disappeared yet. This was why he disliked shooting in the countryside.

“Please come back by 2 after lunch,” Minjoong shouted.

 Until a while ago, Minjoong was just an immature assistant director, but now he was a full-fledged worker capable of handling his own jobs.

“Senior, let’s go. I booked the cutlassfish restaurant nearby.”

“You should take some people and eat without me. I’ll look after the equipment.”

“Eh? You should come with us.”

“Go when I tell you to. Senior! Please go and have your meal. I’ll look after the equipment.”

The camera director made a circle with his fingers and then took the camera team and left. The lighting team also left their equipment behind before starting to leave.

“Then I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

“Take your time. Also, sir Hwang likes cutlassfish a lot, so give him the big one.”

“Yes, of course.”

“Don’t order any rice wine though. One glass will become two.”

“Understood.”

Park Hoon stretched his legs out as he leaned back in the temporary chair. Right now, he needed sleep more than he needed food. In his mid twenties, when he just entered...