Chapter 80: Will You Eat or Not?

Help! I just became a fan of him recently, the production team really knows what they're doing!

Poor thing, such a fresh-faced young model has to go on a variety show and keep four older sisters company.

Ahhh, handsome guy, I’m all for it!

The number of viewers in each livestream room soared, and the popularity brought by Tian Boyu was undeniable. Wang Zan kept a close eye on the data and was very satisfied. Even when introducing Tian Boyu, his voice grew noticeably louder.

“It’s clear everyone’s enthusiasm is high. I can see anticipation on our mothers’ faces as well. As everyone knows, Xiao Tian’s culinary skills are exceptional. For today’s lunch, he brought his own ingredients.”

At the director’s words, the staff opened Tian Boyu’s refrigerated box, revealing exquisite ingredients that immediately drew cheers from the crowd.

Only Mingming still covered his mouth, his small face twisted in pain.

“Hello, sisters. I heard you’ve been working hard recently, so I’ll be cooking lunch today. If you have anything you’d like to eat, just let me know.”

Tian Boyu wore his signature smile, clad in trendy sportswear, standing there so bright that Su Wan Ning felt a spark in her eyes.

Who could understand how long she’d been stifled in this show? Aside from the director and cameraman, she’d never seen a man—especially one so young and attractive.

Ahem, can Su Wan Ning wipe off her drool?

Hilarious, is she falling for him?

Why is she the only one acting like a lovesick puppy?

At that moment, Qin Jingchen was working in his office, watching Su Wan Ning’s livestream. Hearing the commotion in the chat, he looked up from his pile of documents, catching a close-up of Su Wan Ning’s face.

Her starstruck expression made him pause for a moment, before the camera shifted to Tian Boyu in front of the crowd.

Qin Jingchen’s gaze deepened instantly.

The camera switched back and forth, clearly capturing Su Wan Ning’s intense focus on Tian Boyu.

Even more outrageous, sitting beside Su Wan Ning was Nian Nian, her miniature twin, hands cupping her cheeks in a classic fangirl pose, occasionally blurting out, “This brother is so handsome.”

A crisp snap echoed through the office as Qin Jingchen broke his pencil in two.

He stared at Tian Boyu on the screen, a hint of danger in his eyes.

After breakfast, Tian Boyu began preparing lunch ingredients. The others were free to do as they pleased, though most remained near the yurt.

He pushed up his sleeves, casually bunching them at his elbows. As he washed vegetables, his arms bent slightly, revealing smooth muscular lines.

Feng Rui stood closest to Tian Boyu, often taking vegetables from his hands to wash.

“Let me help you.”

Yet Feng Rui almost never cooked; after clumsily knocking over a plate and a bottle of seasoning, Tian Boyu finally refused her with a helpless look.

Yu Xin stepped forward: “Rui Rui, are you helping or just making trouble for the chef?”

Yu Xin smiled as she spoke—her words sounded like a joke, but were actually a sly jab. Naturally, Feng Rui was annoyed and snorted, refusing to reply.

Tian Boyu wisely kept silent, ignoring the women’s open and covert rivalry.

Su Wan Ning played with the two children nearby, but noticed Mingming squatting in a ball not far away.

“Nian Nian, look—why is Mingming squatting there without moving? Did he find something fun?”

Nian Nian looked up and saw it was true, then ran over on her short legs.

Su Wan Ning watched from a distance, soon seeing her daughter scamper back.

“Mommy, Mingming said his tooth hurts.”

Su Wan Ning frowned. Mingming’s tooth had been hurting since yesterday, but now the symptoms hadn’t eased at all—things might be serious.

She knew how painful a toothache could be. As the saying goes, it’s not a disease, but when it hurts, it’s unbearable. If it was nerve pain, at this rate, the tooth might not be salvageable.

Thinking this, Su Wan Ning glanced again at Feng Rui, who was lingering near Tian Boyu.

From yesterday until now, Feng Rui acted as if nothing was wrong, showing no concern for the child's health.

Su Wan Ning sighed softly.

She approached the director, whispered a few words, and soon after, the required herbal medicine was delivered.

She set up a small stove outside the yurt to brew the medicine over a gentle flame, letting its aroma waft through the air.

Feng Rui noticed and walked over. “What’s this? Isn’t Tian Boyu cooking lunch today?”

“Mingming has a toothache. This is medicine for him.”

At that, Feng Rui’s brow immediately furrowed.

She was Mingming’s nominal mother, yet Su Wan Ning was the one preparing medicine for him. If this was broadcast, wouldn’t the audience think she was irresponsible?

Feng Rui’s eyes flickered, instantly deciding that Su Wan Ning must be preparing the medicine deliberately to make her look bad.

So she deliberately stayed by the medicine pot, refusing to leave. Only when Su Wan Ning poured out the medicine did she step forward and snatch it away.

“You’ve worked hard. This medicine is hot—I’ll take it to Mingming myself.”

With that, Feng Rui, as if afraid Su Wan Ning would compete for it, turned and ran.

Su Wan Ning chuckled softly, seeing through her instantly, and followed at a leisurely pace to Mingming’s side.

Just as she approached, she heard Feng Rui shamelessly say, “Your toothache hasn’t improved, so I specifically asked Aunt Su to prepare herbal medicine for you. She boiled it for a long time—drink it while it’s hot, and you won’t hurt anymore.”

Feng Rui smiled sweetly, deliberately displaying the medicine to the camera.

Su Wan Ning watched from behind, clicking her tongue at such clumsy acting.

She stepped forward, didn’t bother to defend herself, and simply addressed Mingming.

“Mingming, Auntie is asking you—do you want to take the herbal medicine she cooked?”

Despite his toothache, Mingming hadn’t lost his senses. Remembering his grandmother’s warnings about stepmothers, he shook his head decisively.

“I don’t want it!”

Who knew if Feng Rui had poisoned the medicine, hoping he’d die so she could have another child with his dad!

Feng Rui’s expression changed instantly, while Su Wan Ning raised her eyebrow, a hint of triumph in her eyes as she took the medicine bowl back.

“Don’t worry, Mingming, I cooked this medicine myself. It has nothing to do with anyone else. Drink it and you’ll feel better.”

Su Wan Ning wasn’t worried at all. She’d livestreamed the entire process of brewing the medicine, while Feng Rui only appeared later. Fairness is obvious; anyone watching could understand what happened.

Sure enough, most viewers in Feng Rui’s livestream room had left, and those who remained were criticizing her.

Does Feng Rui have no shame? When did she ever ask Su Wan Ning for help? I didn’t see it happen!