Chapter Eleven: Just Kidding, the Food Blogger Arrives

Is she serious? If I eat like that, will I become as beautiful as she is?

Dream on, upstairs.

Who would have thought Su Wannin could actually cook? I always assumed women who look like her would blow up the kitchen.

Hey, don’t generalize—just because a woman is beautiful doesn’t mean she’s an airhead.

If you ask me, Su Wannin is probably just putting on an act for the show.

Still, I respect her. No way could I learn to cook; I’d rather the whole internet roast me!

At that moment, Vincent edged closer to the kitchen.

"Wannin, since when have you been able to cook? You never told me."

"Huh?" Su Wannin looked up at him.

Vincent rubbed his hands together, his face alight with anticipation. "How about I try it for everyone?"

Then he turned to the camera. "Don’t worry, I definitely don’t want to eat it myself—I'm just trying it for you!"

I believe that.

Sure, like he doesn't want to eat it—what a load of nonsense.

The way Su Wannin is looking at him, it’s as if she thinks he’s an idiot.

Then Su Wannin swung the camera over to Sui Sui and Nian Nian. Sui Sui was building with Lego, though he’d mixed three different sets together and was randomly picking pieces from the pile. Before long, he’d assembled a lifelike little rabbit.

"For you," he said.

He pushed the newly built rabbit in front of his sister, then fiddled with some hidden switch. The top of the rabbit came off, revealing a perfectly scaled-down rabbit inside.

Incredible—a three-and-a-half-year-old using Lego to make nesting dolls? I can’t even follow the instructions!

The chat was enamored with Sui Sui’s special talent.

Right now, I really wish I could swap souls with Nian Nian. Having a cool and protective older brother was my childhood dream!

Thanks to the surprise pajama show at the start and the recent cooking demonstration—not to mention her adorable kids—Su Wannin’s livestream quickly soared in popularity, hitting several million viewers and securing first place among the four families.

But the other three families weren’t far behind. Yin Shanshan’s livestream trailed Su Wannin’s by only a few tens of thousands of viewers.

Yin Shanshan wore a crisp trench coat, a designer piece straight from the runway—add a hat and she could walk the catwalk right now. At that moment, she was showcasing her six-year-old son Qi Ruiyang’s genius-level math skills.

"Yangyang, 386 times 293."

"113,098."

Yangyang, dressed in a white shirt, sat upright at his desk and answered smoothly.

A genius math prodigy and his movie star mother—what a powerhouse duo!

In third place was Sheng Ying, a retired swimmer now working as a model. Her daughter, Shen Qian, was five and already a familiar face to the audience. A child star since young, Shen Qian faced the camera with poise and introduced her photo albums with confidence.

Lagging behind in popularity was Feng Rui, originally an internet celebrity from Aivideo. With her curvy figure, she’d married a divorced wealthy businessman and brought her stepson Dai Mingming onto the show.

Inside their lavish mansion, Feng Rui jogged along behind chubby little Mingming, calling him to eat with patience and warmth. But Mingming didn’t even look back, leaving her far behind.

Looks like Mingming doesn’t like her at all.

Who would like a woman like that? Everyone knows Feng Rui was the other woman back then.

Wang Zan was monitoring all four livestreams in real time. The total viewer count was double his expectations, mostly thanks to the unexpectedly charismatic Su Wannin.

Although it wasn’t the effect he’d envisioned—using Su Wannin as a foil to make the others shine—he had to admit, her presence catapulted the show’s popularity past the previous two seasons, setting a new record.

The production team picked up the four celebrity families in a van. On the road, Su Wannin continued to chat energetically with her livestream audience.

"...What should I do if my online boyfriend suddenly blocks me? My friend, let me sing you a happy song. It’s the twenty-first century—are you really still into online dating? What if he’s actually a fifty-year-old slob with bad hygiene? Or maybe even a seventy-year-old farmer living on welfare!"

"I don’t mean to look down on farmers, but it’s wrong for someone to toy with a young woman’s feelings."

"Pull yourself together, say no to love-obsessed foolishness—remember how Wang Baochuan waited eighteen years in that cold cave? She survived on wild herbs! That’s what happens when you trust a scoundrel—keep your eyes open—"

The van fell silent, except for Su Wannin, who kept talking to the camera, unfazed by the torrent of negative comments scrolling past, determined to advise her heartbroken viewers.

The livestream erupted in laughter. Just then, Wang Zan remotely ordered the shutdown of Su Wannin’s broadcast.

"Hey, what’s going on?"

The producer beside her blushed slightly. "We’re about to get on the highway."

What a flimsy excuse.

Su Wannin didn’t care, shrugged, and handed back the camera.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her daughter Nian Nian looking visibly nervous. Su Wannin reached out and pulled her into her arms.

"Nian Nian, imagine that big sister just now got tricked by a bad man. Mommy tried to persuade her to turn back, but before I could finish, the livestream was shut down. If that pretty sister really ends up digging wild herbs, what should we do?"

Su Wannin just couldn’t help but poke fun. Her little daughter, with her fair face scrunched up in worry, said earnestly, "Mommy, wild herbs don’t taste good. I’ll give that sister candy."

Su Wannin was moved, thinking what a little angel her daughter was. She nodded emphatically. "See? Even a three-year-old knows to urge a lost girl to come back to her senses. And yet a stretch of highway stands in the way of such kindness?"