Chapter Nineteen: We Place Orders Ourselves with the Little Yellow Bikes

But he was mistaken. Su Wan Ning took the address without a word, accepting it calmly and without hesitation.

[Why is Sheng Ying’s group handing out flyers? They’re just standing there—Qian Qian must be so tired.]
[I think the director did it on purpose. The easiest job, being the guide, went to Yin Shan Shan. When everyone sees the award-winning actress as a guide, won’t they crowd the whole scenic area?]
[It’s not so bad, at least Su Wan Ning is the unlucky one!]
[Just wait, karma will get her! Let her be the cleaner!]
[Naive—Su Wan Ning would never stoop so low as to sweep the floor. She’ll probably pull some trick like always. Let’s wait and watch. I have a feeling things won’t be so simple.]

Yet, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Su Wan Ning simply took the hands of two children and followed the address given by the director’s team to the temple.

Beside the wall, several brooms leaned against it, crafted from bundled tree branches. They looked rustic, the gaps between them so wide one could easily slip a hand through. The temple courtyard wasn’t too dirty, but leaves were scattered about. Su Wan Ning glanced around, then told the two children to sit and rest for a while.

[See? Do you think she’ll slack off again and nap, making the kids sweep?]
[I suspect the whole family will just sit and rest together.]

The next moment, Su Wan Ning picked up a broom.

“Mom, what are you doing?”
Nian Nian’s soft, childlike voice rang out beside her. Su Wan Ning turned, giving a gentle smile, and held up the broom for the camera, explaining as she spoke.

“The gaps in this broom are too big. It’s not convenient for sweeping. I’m going to modify them a bit.”

[Modify? Su Wan Ning can do that?]
[Did I hear that right, folks?]
[Is the temple a place she can mess around?]
[Never expected Su Wan Ning to dismantle the temple.]

Nian Nian, curious, came over to her side, leaving Sui Sui sitting alone. His expression was indifferent, but his eyes kept drifting toward them. Su Wan Ning found it amusing and called out, “Sui Sui, do you want to help?”

“Mm.”
The little one happily joined her. With the help of the two children, Su Wan Ning took apart all the brooms, separated the branches by length, spread them out, and selected some to rebind using the ropes nearby.

Sui Sui’s comprehension was astonishing; after watching only halfway, he picked out some shorter branches and began assembling his own broom off to the side.

[Turns out Sui Sui’s amazing assembly skills are inherited. I’m starting to see them in a new light.]
[Su Wan Ning is impressive—once reassembled, sweeping efficiency is at least doubled!]
[This is just as the saying goes: “To do a good job, one must first sharpen the tools.”]

The barrage of comments was full of praise. In less than ten minutes, three newly improved brooms appeared, and Su Wan Ning led the children to divide up the courtyard. Soon, the entire area was spotless.

[Amazing! Are these brooms for sale? Production team, sell me one!]
[Handmade by a beauty—I want one too!]
[Let Sui Sui’s creation go to me!]
[I want one as well. Why not sell them online? I’ll sweep at home and impress my mom.]
[Support selling them—we’ll shop ourselves!]

Su Wan Ning stood with hands on her hips, showing none of the airs of a celebrity. Looking at the clean courtyard, she felt a surge of pride well up inside. Previously, when she was a food blogger, her kitchen was always a disaster zone, left for the housekeeper to handle—she’d never done such chores herself.

She bent down and pinched her daughter’s soft, chubby cheeks.

“Nian Nian, you were so good today. You cleaned so well; tonight I’ll make something delicious for you!”

Her daughter played along, nodding vigorously and pulling Su Wan Ning’s hand, “Let’s eat together!”

Su Wan Ning then turned to her son.

“Sui Sui, what do you think? Isn’t this broom modification pretty good?”

Sui Sui’s clear black-and-white eyes glanced at her, then he silently looked away, but the subtle upward curve of his lips didn’t escape Su Wan Ning’s keen gaze.

While waiting for the next segment, Vincent came over as she was touching up her makeup and whispered in her ear, “The ones stirring up negative comments about you in the livestream are Yin Shan Shan’s people.”

Su Wan Ning had already anticipated this, but she showed little reaction. She had enough confidence in her own charm—and with two adorable children, it was like adding wings to a tiger.

“It’s fine. In a way, it brings me more attention.”

Seeing Su Wan Ning’s nonchalance, Vincent grew anxious, like ants on a hot pan.

“We can’t ignore it. If it goes unchecked, they might start fabricating rumors. Why don’t I contact the PR department—?”

“There’s really no need. I’ve always embraced the controversial route.” Su Wan Ning was crystal clear about her own image.

Soon, filming resumed. All the families had finished their tasks and gathered in the temple, holding the money they’d earned.

That evening, the production team arranged for everyone to stay and eat a vegetarian meal at the temple—a unique experience. Though the temple was remote, it was renowned far and wide, and the meals were excellent. On the table were dishes carved from radishes to resemble meat, and what looked like fish turned out to be tofu when touched with chopsticks.

The four families dined together, enjoying a lively atmosphere. The children played mischievously nearby. But soon, a loud cry shattered the pleasant scene.

“I don’t want to eat this stuff!”