Salted Fish, Season Two

Chapter Sixty-Three

Meanwhile, the second episode of the show aired on schedule.

Looking at it this way, Li Wenchuan had gone to bed early. No wonder—he had been exhausted these past few days and needed to rest properly after returning and getting settled.

Many fans had received replies from their idol and were thrilled beyond belief. When they opened the show, the bullet comments were almost entirely from fans:

"Chuan Chuan is asleep, so I'm here to watch Chuan Chuan's show."

"Come on, sisters, let's get the popularity up."

"The last episode nearly killed me laughing. I wonder what will happen this time."

They still didn't know Li Wenchuan had a pet hen. Coo Coo had appeared in a Weibo photo, and they assumed he had only recently started raising her. Some even guessed he had bought her to nourish his body. The hen would have trembled three times if she had heard that.

Some people who did not follow celebrities and only wanted something to watch while eating could not help feeling confused when they saw the Weibo post. Who was Chuan Chuan? Oh, Li Wenchuan—the celebrity who had been taken to the police station last time? They had thought he was some kind of negative example again, but he seemed like a decent young man after all.

While chewing, they liked quite a few bullet comments.

Judging from the preview of the last episode, things did not look simple. Something must have happened again.

The show opened with views of Shangyang Village. Though it had steadily modernized over the years, it had retained its original rustic atmosphere beautifully. A thin veil of morning mist drifted over the fields, while distant mountains could be seen with a scarf of cloud wrapped around their waists.

Old yellow oxen lowered their