Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Arrival of the Young Idol

Da Xi was crying bitterly on screen, lavishing praise on his biological mother but not mentioning Yu Xin at all. This left Yu Xin, sitting nearby, with a somewhat awkward expression.

She managed to maintain a smile, but inside Yu Xin was gnashing her teeth in fury. For so long, she had worked hard in front of the camera, striving to uphold her image as a “good mother,” yet the child never appreciated her efforts and always kept a distance.

She couldn’t help but worry—would the audience misunderstand her when they saw this scene, speculate about her relationship with Yu Xin?

Finally, it was Ming Ming’s turn. The director’s team left his segment unedited, and his voice rang out on screen. Feng Rui, however, simply shrugged, evidently used to it.

“That’s just how he is. He’s never been close to me. But his mother is abroad now and can’t take care of him, alas.”

When the segment ended, all four adults felt a mix of emotions, but Su Wan Ning’s heart brimmed with sweetness.

She hadn’t realized how pure the children’s hearts were. Despite how poorly the original Su Wan Ning had treated them, in just the short time since filming began, the two children had shed their resentment toward her.

Perhaps not entirely—Su Wan Ning could tell that Sui Sui still hesitated. This child was more guarded and thoughtful, not as innocent as Nian Nian. But Su Wan Ning was already content.

Even she hadn’t noticed how her purpose for filming the show had shifted—from wanting to regain her popularity, to simply enjoying parent-child moments with the two children.

At first, Su Wan Ning had only seen the children as a means to make money, never imagining she would truly develop feelings for them through this body.

So, when she awoke from her afternoon nap, she gave each child a big, affectionate kiss, making Nian Nian blush and burrow shyly into her arms.

Hugging the soft, fragrant little bundle in her arms, Su Wan Ning felt indescribably satisfied, and for the first time, boldly reached out to pinch the soft flesh on Sui Sui’s cheek.

Sui Sui, still groggy from sleep, didn’t react and let Su Wan Ning fuss over him.

When he finally realized what was happening and tried to dodge, frowning, Su Wan Ning released him and grinned mischievously.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you both. As long as I have a bowl of porridge, you’ll have a bowl of rice soup!”

[No matter how hard things get, I won’t let myself suffer; only the children can bear the hardship.]

[Su Wan Ning is going to make me laugh to death.]

[Two silly kids, sold by Su Wan Ning, and still counting the money for her.]

That afternoon, with little else to do on the grassland, everyone first went to see the cattle and sheep, then gathered to play games.

“There’s a microphone here. I’ll give the definition of a four-character idiom. Whoever guesses the answer can grab the microphone; the first to get it has the right to answer. Correct answers earn a point, wrong answers earn nothing.”

The game was simple. They sat in a row.

“Listen carefully. The first question: describing a woman of exceptional beauty, dazzling enough to captivate a city, like a goddess from myth, with endless charm.”

As soon as the director finished, the children rushed for the microphone, and Ming Ming was the fastest.

“I know, I know! The idiom is ‘as handsome as Pan An’!”

Everyone burst out laughing. Ming Ming turned, his face red. “What? Why are you all laughing?”

“That’s not the correct answer.”

Nian Nian was next to grab the microphone, her childish voice echoing through it: “It’s ‘as beautiful as a celestial maiden’, silly Ming Ming!”

Ming Ming’s face flushed even deeper, and he stammered, unable to speak.

“Alright, one point to the Su Wan Ning family!”

Su Wan Ning beamed at the children, giving them a thumbs-up.

“The second idiom describes the sound of rain, sometimes light, sometimes heavy—”

“I know!” Ming Ming shouted with all his might, determined to redeem himself, and grabbed the microphone again.

“The idiom is ‘gushing forth in torrents’!”

“Wrong!”

Yang Yang was next: “Pitter-patter.”

“Correct!”

Over a dozen questions, Yang Yang showcased astonishing knowledge, scoring eight points and winning the director’s prize—a tub of ice cream.

Ming Ming watched with envy. “I haven’t had ice cream in ages, Yang Yang, you’re amazing.”

Yang Yang smiled generously and handed the ice cream over. “You can have it. I’m not very interested in ice cream.”

“Really?”

Though he asked, Ming Ming had already snatched the tub and hugged it to his chest as if afraid Yang Yang might change his mind.

Yang Yang chuckled, nodded, and Ming Ming quickly opened the lid, digging out a big spoonful.

Soon, unnoticed by the others, the entire tub was gone. Minutes later, Ming Ming groaned, clutching his mouth.

Everyone gathered around anxiously.

“My tooth hurts, it hurts so much…”

The little rascal was in so much pain he burst into tears, looking utterly pitiful.

“How did your tooth start hurting so suddenly?” Feng Rui frowned.

Su Wan Ning spotted the empty ice cream tub tossed aside, scraped clean.

“It’s probably because of this. Ming Ming, you ate too much.”

Yin Shan Shan frowned and turned to Yang Yang.

“Wasn’t that your prize?”

Yang Yang replied quietly, “Ming Ming said he wanted it, so I…”

“You’re so thoughtless!” Yin Shan Shan interrupted, scolding him, “He’s still little—how could you let him eat so much ice cream!”

“I’m sorry, Ming Ming. I won’t do that again…” Despite his grievance, Yang Yang apologized softly.

Feng Rui remained silent, secretly enjoying seeing Yin Shan Shan at a loss.

The next morning, everyone gathered at the long table for breakfast. Director Wang Zan appeared, looking mysteriously pleased.

“Today, I’ll introduce a special guest. He’s quite a big deal, and his arrival will give our hardworking mothers a break from caring for the kids. Would you like to know who he is?”

The idea of someone relieving them sparked excitement, and everyone began guessing.

After several guesses at female celebrities, Wang Zan shook his head.

“No more suspense! Let me introduce our new guest—renowned male model Tian Boyu!”

Everyone was surprised. Amid applause, a tall, well-built young man entered.

“Hello, ladies, I’m Tian Boyu.”

The live comments were abuzz.

Tian Boyu—well-known domestic male model with impeccable looks and physique, and especially skilled in the kitchen.

He’d once gone viral on short video platforms simply by posting his cooking routines.

Everyone knew of his talents and grew excited, especially Feng Rui, who never so much as touched a dish.