Chapter Four: Filming the Romance Reality Show, Part Three

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Nan Chu’s mind rang again with Zhuang Wenqi’s reminders as she spoke, “Going out together isn’t a good idea. You’re all too famous; if you go out as a group, it will definitely cause a commotion.”

“I’ll go buy the groceries alone. Just tell me what ingredients you need, and I’ll get them.”

Fang You: [Damn, it’s Nan Chu again, always undermining him.]

Zhuo Han: [Quite self-aware.]

Zhuo Han nodded in agreement. “I think Nan Chu is right; I agree. Let’s just wait at home and let her go alone.”

Jiang Han saw that Nan Chu was about to buy groceries and said, “I’m not famous. I’ll accompany you.”

Sha Mengyuan added, “I’ll go too.”

Nan Gong Hengmo said, “You go buy the groceries; the five of us will cook.”

Nan Chu nodded. “Alright.”

“Let us know what ingredients you need, and we’ll get them.”

Meng Yuan said, “I’ll make curry chicken.”

“Good,” Nan Chu nodded and looked at the others. “What about you?”

Nan Gong Hengmo sheepishly said, “I only know how to boil cabbage in water.”

Zhuo Han quickly chimed in, “Boiled cabbage is great—healthy and nutritious.”

Xu Fei said, “I’ll pan-fry steaks.”

Though Xu Fei couldn’t cook well, she thought pan-frying steaks would be simple enough to manage.

Fang You said, “Stir-fried pork with chili and scrambled eggs with tomatoes.”

Zhuo Han said, “I only know how to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Fang Ge, you do the chili pork, and I’ll do the eggs?”

Fang You nodded, “Sounds good.”

“Alright, then we’ll go buy the groceries.” Nan Chu took the money given by the production team, and the three set off.

Jiang Han drove.

Seeing Nan Chu sitting in the back, Jiang Han said, “Nan Chu, you sit in the front passenger seat and help me look up where to buy the groceries.”

“Okay.” Nan Chu got in front, took out her phone, and searched.

After finding the location, she opened the navigation. “Let’s go here.”

“Alright.”

After more than half an hour, they arrived at the self-service supermarket.

Nan Chu quickly found the ingredients needed.

Sha Mengyuan asked, “Aren’t we buying rice and oil?”

Nan Chu shook her head. “No need. The kitchen pantry has rice and oil, and there are plenty of seasonings.”

Sha Mengyuan said, “That’s good.”

The three quickly finished shopping. Besides the ingredients for their dishes, Nan Chu also bought some extras for snacks or breakfast.

With the shopping done, the three returned.

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After the three left, Zhuo Han said, “Why don’t we assign the rooms now? That way, everyone can rest a bit.”

Nan Gong Hengmo replied, “Let’s wait until they get back with the groceries before assigning rooms.”

Zhuo Han’s smile faded slightly at the rebuttal but explained, “I thought everyone might be tired, so I wanted them to rest.”

[I think Zhuo Han just wants to rest herself and is dragging others along.]

[Our Han Han is thinking of everyone.]

[The movie emperor isn’t feeling well, so Han Han wants him to rest in his room.]

[Now you’re dragging in the movie emperor? Doesn’t he know how he feels? He never mentioned it; you’re the one being a little drama queen.]

[Don’t try to exploit our Ink Emperor! His fans won’t tolerate that.]

[Who do you think you are, trying to exploit the Ink Emperor?]

Zhuo Han’s fans were silenced by Nan Gong Hengmo’s supporters.

Meanwhile, the reality show *Love for Twenty-One Days* trended on social media. Zhuang Wenqi, holding the reins, received multiple calls from the other three stars, all asking her to replace Nan Chu with them.

But Zhuang Wenqi ignored them entirely. This was her personal favor, and she could allocate roles as she wished. The company couldn’t interfere.

When Nan Chu and the others returned, Nan Gong Hengmo said, “Let’s assign rooms first.”

“Men on the first floor, women on the second.”

“All rooms have the same style, so choose freely.”

The guesthouse was renovated by the production team. The first floor had six rooms arranged in two rows of three, doors facing each other.

The second floor also had six rooms arranged similarly.

Room numbers from 101 to 106 on the first floor, and 201 to 206 on the second.

Rooms 1, 2, 3 were on the left side; 4, 5, 6 on the right.

The rooms were quickly chosen.

101 was Nan Gong Hengmo, 104 was Meng Yuan, facing each other.

Fang You was 102, Jiang Han 105, also opposite.

201 was Xu Fei, 202 Zhuo Han, 204 Sha Mengyuan, 205 Li Wenya, 206 Nan Chu.

After room selection, the five men went to cook.

Nan Chu returned to her room to unpack.

She brought only one suitcase, one makeup bag, a few sets of clothes, and three pairs of shoes.

Not much, but enough for her to change.

Once unpacked, Nan Chu took out the phone provided by the production team. All guests had their phones collected and were only allowed to retrieve them after the live broadcast ended.

The production team’s phones had only an internal network, no internet access, so they couldn’t search for information about the live show afterward.

However, there were many local books on the phone, and Nan Chu read some classic literature.

At this time, the live broadcast camera was focused in the kitchen.

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Because Meng Yuan and the others were cooking.

Meng Yuan frowned slightly upon seeing unpeeled potatoes. He usually cooked curry chicken with pre-prepped ingredients, so he could start cooking immediately.

But now, the potatoes, onions, and garlic were all unprocessed.

Sha Mengyuan said, “Mr. Meng, I’ll help you peel the potatoes.”

“Thanks, much appreciated.”

Sha Mengyuan smiled sweetly. “You’re welcome.”

She went to peel the potatoes.

Zhuo Han thought to herself, Sha Mengyuan seems interested in Meng Yuan; I must not let her distract him.

She quickly said, “Mr. Meng, since I’m cutting tomatoes anyway, I’ll help you chop the onions too.”

“Thank you.”

Meng Yuan looked at the garlic and handed it to Nan Gong Hengmo. “Help me peel these.”

“If you call me ‘big brother,’ I’ll peel them for you.”

“Get lost.”

“Tsk, so unlovable now. You were so cute when we were kids, always chasing me and calling me ‘big brother.’”

Meng Yuan gave Nan Gong Hengmo a sharp look.

[More stories from the Ink Emperor, please. I love hearing about Mr. Meng’s childhood.]

[You can tell Nan Gong Hengmo and Mr. Meng get along well.]

[A love-hate brotherhood.]

Nan Gong Hengmo still peeled the garlic.

Watching the live broadcast, Zhuang Wenqi was frustrated. Everyone knew the cameras were in the living room, so everyone else stayed there.

But Nan Chu went straight to her room and didn’t come down for a long time.

She could have come down to help.

Otherwise, the online trolls would find reasons to criticize again.

Complaints about unfriendliness, not helping, laziness, spoiled heiress behavior, and so on.

But they couldn’t contact her. When Nan Chu handed over her phone, she messaged Zhuang Wenqi saying the phones were collected by the production team and would only be returned after the live broadcast ended.

Perhaps hearing this, Nan Chu finally came downstairs.

She came down to refill her thermos with hot water—her supply had run out.