It Was a Fan's Love for an Idol

Shen Shuyu followed Yang Yi into the house. Yang Yi merely glanced back at her without saying anything.

The final household was home to only one elderly woman living alone.

An old lady surnamed Jiang.

Everyone in the village called her Jiang Granny.

Jiang Granny lived alone with no children to care for her, so her living conditions were naturally not very good.

From the outside, Yang Yi had already prepared herself for the worst. They would only be filming for half a month altogether. She could endure it and get through it.

But once she entered, Yang Yi was pleasantly surprised to find that things inside were not as bad as she had imagined.

The house was kept very clean.

"This is much better than I expected," Yang Yi said with a smile.

Shen Shuyu also let out a slight sigh of relief.

But Yang Yi's fans in the livestream were still deeply dissatisfied. How could anyone live in a house like this?

Still, they knew the production crew had already made the arrangements, and changing them now was practically impossible. So the fans could only vent their dissatisfaction on Lin Weiwei.

Even though they knew that, even if Lin Weiwei had kept quiet, this house would most likely have been chosen in the end.

But Lin Weiwei had opened her mouth back then, hadn't she?

Whatever!

Just flame her!

Jiang Granny shakily brought lunch to the table and invited Yang Yi and Shen Shuyu over to eat.

Jiang Granny was not well-off, so lunch was naturally not very lavish.

It did not even look particularly appetizing.

Yang Yi's fans in the livestream felt another wave of heartache, then went right back to tearing into Lin Weiwei.

Lin Weiwei's fans were furious, of course, and could not possibly let Yang Yi's fans insult her like that. Before long, both sides were cursing each other out again.

Yang Yi herself, on the other hand, did not mind in the slightest.

She sat down at the table, picked up her chopsticks, and sampled Jiang Granny's cooking.

"Mmm! It's delicious! Jiang Granny, your cooking is amazing!"

Jiang Granny was delighted by Yang Yi's praise and enthusiastically served her more food.

She did not forget to invite Shen Shuyu to eat as well.

Shen Shuyu hesitated.

Yang Yi looked at Shen Shuyu. "Do you want to stay and have some, or are you going back to eat?"

"I..." Shen Shuyu hesitated.

Yang Yi saw her uncertainty and said, "The food over there should be better than this. Hurry back and eat, or there won't be any left for you."

Hearing Yang Yi say that, Jiang Granny realized Shen Shuyu was not with Yang Yi.

"Child, you're staying at Wang Jianmin's house, right? Then you should eat at his place. His food is good! Go on, hurry and eat! If you're late, his Abao will have eaten all the good stuff!" Jiang Granny urged.

Yang Yi lowered her head and ate from her bowl, unconcerned with whether Shen Shuyu stayed or left.

Shen Shuyu stared at Yang Yi for a while before asking Jiang Granny, "Jiang Granny, can I stay and eat with you? I don't eat much. Just give me a bite of rice."

Jiang Granny looked at Shen Shuyu in surprise. "How could one bite be enough? Granny has plenty of food!"

As Jiang Granny spoke, she filled a bowl to the brim with rice for Shen Shuyu and stuffed a pair of chopsticks into her hand.

"Hurry and eat while it's hot! You're really not going to Wang Jianmin's to eat? My food can't compare to his."

"I'm not going, Jiang Granny. I think your cooking smells even better than theirs."

"Hehe... It smells good, right? Not to brag, but whenever something happened in the village before, everyone would ask Granny to cook for the banquet! It's only because Granny's body isn't doing well anymore, and she can't keep up physically, that they stopped asking her."

"Really? Jiang Granny, you're incredible!" Shen Shuyu eagerly played along, coaxing Jiang Granny into smiling so broadly that she could barely close her mouth.

Yang Yi placed a slice of meat into Shen Shuyu's bowl. "Eat first. Cold food hurts your stomach."

Shen Shuyu's voice caught in her throat. She stared at the slice of meat in her bowl in surprise, as though she could not believe Yang Yi had served her food.

"That's right, that's right! Child, hurry and eat! Granny's house hasn't been this lively in a long time. I got happy and started talking too much."

When Yang Yi saw Shen Shuyu not moving her chopsticks, she asked, "Are you a germaphobe? Don't worry, I used the other end of my chopsticks to serve you. There isn't any of my saliva on it."

"Huh? No, no!" Shen Shuyu snapped back to herself. Seeing that Yang Yi had misunderstood, she hurriedly explained, "I'm not a germaphobe! I just... feel a little flattered."

Yang Yi raised an eyebrow and served her another piece.

"Eat."

Shen Shuyu's face reddened, and her eyes glittered as she looked at Yang Yi.

She lowered her head and put the meat Yang Yi had served her into her mouth, feeling that this was the best-tasting meat she had ever eaten!

"Delicious! Super delicious!"

"Hehehe... As long as it's good! If it's good, eat more! There's plenty!" Jiang Granny was the happiest of them all.

Watching this scene, Yang Yi and Shen Shuyu's fans in the livestream all felt that something was a little strange.

[Um... Why do I feel like the atmosphere between these two isn't quite right?]

[Me too...]

[Holy shit! Shen Shuyu blushed?!!!]

[No! Sis, why are you blushing?! She only gave you two pieces of meat! (shocked)]

[Honestly, this scene feels so sapphic. (covers face)]

[!!!]

[Fuck! I was wondering what felt off! Shen Shuyu, don't tell me you like Yang Yi?]

[Huh? Isn't their age gap a little big? (breaking apart)]

[Didn't they say Yang Yi is Shen Shuyu's idol? Isn't this how fans react when they see their idol?]

[Whatever! I'll ship them first!]

After Xiang Qianchong saw where the livestream discussion around Shen Shuyu and Yang Yi was heading, his brows knitted tightly together.

Was this how young people these days had fun?

He did not understand it, but he was profoundly shocked.

And he had no intention of interfering.

With such high engagement, what was the harm in shipping a couple? It was not like they were committing murder or arson.

Ship it!

So afterward, the camera crew following Shen Shuyu and Yang Yi deliberately guided the atmosphere between the two in a more ambiguous direction.

The results were unexpectedly good.

After lunch, Shen Shuyu returned to Wang Jianmin's house.

When Lin Weiwei saw Shen Shuyu, she said with a surprised expression, "Shuyu, you're back? Sorry, we thought you weren't coming back, so we didn't save any food for you. You won't be angry, will you?"

Wang Jianmin's wife, Wang Guifang, was also taken aback and hurriedly said, "Oh! You haven't eaten yet, miss? There's still some rice left in the pot. How about I fry you some rice?"

Shen Shuyu coldly watched Lin Weiwei perform, originally not wanting to respond.

It was only after hearing Wang Guifang that she said, "No need to trouble yourself, Auntie. I've already eaten."

"You really ate?" Wang Guifang thought Shen Shuyu was just being stubborn and embarrassed to trouble her.

"Auntie, I really ate. I ate at Jiang Granny's place."

"You ate at Jiang Granny's? All right, if you get hungry, just tell me. Don't be afraid of troubling us. Your production crew paid us, so you might as well eat."

Shen Shuyu did not know whether to laugh or cry after hearing Wang Guifang's words.

"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Auntie."

After lunch, the director did not immediately assign tasks to the guests. In a rare act of kindness, he gave them time to rest and settle in.

Qi Si did not stand on ceremony and went into the room for an afternoon nap.

Although Xiang Qianchong had been rather awful and deliberately found them accommodations like these, he had not gone so far as to make the two of them sleep in the same bed.

Like the fans, Qi Wang watching the livestream worried about whether Qi Si would be able to adjust to the place.

Yet while they were worrying themselves sick, Qi Si simply turned around and fell sound asleep.

She did not show the slightest sign of discomfort.

Zhou Linzhe, who was sharing the room with her, stood beside the bed with his brows furrowed, as though no amount of mental preparation could convince him to lie down.