She Wants to Divorce Me

Chapter 57

With An Muyu feeling unwell, the others took on the responsibility. They relied on takeout for the entire day, which wasn't cheap. Feeling their nearly empty, crumpled pockets, they had to give up. An Muyu returned to her room to rest, her condition unknown. It would be inappropriate for the men to barge into her room, so almost all eyes turned to Ji Yaoguang, suggesting she check on her companion.

Ji Yaoguang saw An Muyu as a potential rival and didn't want to go. She was even reluctant to see Chang Yu interact with her, unsure of that woman's intentions. She remained silent, holding Chang Yu's hand, clearly unwilling to move. At this point, Chang Yu spoke calmly. She understood what had happened—An Muyu probably caught a cold from the rain. However, she didn't understand why An Muyu was so eager, even reckless, about something she herself didn't care about. "Chef An isn't feeling well. We can't just ignore her, can we?"

Ji Yaoguang was displeased upon hearing this, secretly gripping Chang Yu's hand tighter. She strongly disliked An Muyu; even ill and haggard, she was still annoying. The discomfort from her dream was too intense, and An Muyu's overflowing joy was undoubtedly a blatant provocation. She could tolerate many things, but she refused to yield in matters of love.

Chang Yu glanced at Jiang Yusheng and said gently, "Xiao Sheng, you're the most attentive here. Why don't you go check on Chef An?"

"Alright," Jiang Yusheng nodded, her expression solemn as if accepting a monumental task.

"If she has a fever or something, remember to let us know. Even if we have to borrow a cart, we'll take her to the hospital," Bo Yu said, then realizing it sounded odd, as if cursing her, he quickly added, "Hopefully she's fine. It was just a light rain; we didn't expect Chef An to be so delicate. We shouldn't let her overwork herself anymore." Bo Yu's tone seemed warm, but it carried a hint of coldness and distance. Although they lived under the same roof, they spent their days out hustling for funds while An Muyu stayed at the inn, so their interaction time was limited. During the evening performances, An Muyu, not being from the industry, had no foundation and often stumbled, putting those acting with her in awkward positions.

Bo Yu continued, "Shall we all prepare lunch together today? We still have the wild chicken we hunted a couple of days ago in the yard."

Sun Shaogong squinted at him for a while, then teased, "Young Master Bo, your mind is full of eating, drinking, and having fun, isn't it?"

"What do you mean?" Bo Yu interlaced his fingers behind his head and snorted, "Food is the first necessity of the people."

The simple task of steaming rice was left to Bian Yuting, who had hardly ever set foot in a kitchen, while the others busied themselves with various tasks. After the rain, Meng Village's distant mountains were a pale cyan, shrouded in a light mist. The trees in the yard had sprouted tender buds, and shallow grass poked out its head around. A fresh air carrying the scent of earth wafted over, more gentle than the bitter cold of previous days.

"This show feels like real life, nicely isolated from the hustle and bustle," Ji Yaoguang said softly, taking washed vegetables from Chang Yu as they squeezed into the narrow kitchen.

"We could take some time off every year to experience this," Chang Yu blinked and said quietly, her voice quickly drowned out by the running tap. On one side, the sound of chopping vegetables, serious and efficient, left only a string of "tock-tock-tock" sounds intertwining with the water to form a melody. Chang Yu turned her head to glance at Ji Yaoguang's profile, feeling her heart soften. After gradually forgetting their hysterical arguments, her heart had been filled with tenderness. The current Ji Yaoguang was slowly growing, finding her way back from the willful, self-centered young lady to who she should be, without losing the sincerity and innocence in her nature. Chang Yu sighed lightly; the gloom of the past had long been swept away.

Ji Yaoguang certainly felt that burning gaze following her like a shadow, her hand trembling, nearly cutting her finger. She turned her head to glance at Chang Yu, brushing aside a stray hair, and chided, "What are you doing staring at me? And sighing while you look—what if you distract me?"

"Then I'll leave," Chang Yu complied readily.

"No," Ji Yaoguang immediately refused, "Stay here. Let me feel your presence, but don't look at me." An ambiguous atmosphere permeated the kitchen. As her thoughts settled, another scene floated into Ji Yaoguang's mind. What would she do if Chang Yu were in her position? Step forward and wrap her arms around her waist? Gently lick her earlobe? The more she thought, the redder her face became. She couldn't continue thinking like this. Ji Yaoguang shook her head vigorously, trying to drive the romantic atmosphere from her mind.

In fact, even as she carried the dishes out of the kitchen, her face still bore a faint blush, causing those who saw her to cast knowing glances, implying they hadn't expected Teacher Ji to be so considerate of single people, avoiding everyone to be lovey-dovey in the small kitchen.

Rather than trying to explain the unexplainable, Ji Yaoguang decided it was better not to. Besides, she and Chang Yu were legitimately married; what was wrong with being intimate? Thinking this way, Ji Yaoguang became completely unabashed, glaring back at everyone. She knocked on the table and, like an authoritative head of the family, said, "Let's eat!"

When An Muyu came out, she was holding a cup of hot water. Her complexion wasn't as pale as earlier, but her eyes, ringed with dark circles, looked haggard. Walking through the courtyard, her frail figure seemed as if a gust of wind could blow her to the ends of the earth.

"Chef An, please sit," Bo Yu called out, chopsticks still in his mouth. "Come taste Teacher Ji's cooking. I think we didn't come to this show in vain. Not only are we feasting our eyes, but also our stomachs."

"Looks like you won't need me anymore," An Muyu's gaze lingered briefly on the few dishes of homestyle food. She curved a pale smile, sipped a small spoonful of soup, and pretended to enthusiastically say to Ji Yaoguang, "Teacher Ji, it seems you could easily open a restaurant. I wonder when we'll be able to taste your cooking?"

Ji Yaoguang, with her family's reputation, opening a restaurant? Even if she became interested in such a venture, there would be no need for her to personally handle it. Occasionally visiting the store for inspection as a behind-the-scenes boss would suffice. The same words from someone else might have seemed like teasing to Ji Yaoguang, but coming from An Muyu, they were clearly barbed. Watching her take small bites of white rice, occasional flashes of disdainful contempt in her eyes.

Ji Yaoguang spoke leisurely, "The soup you're tasting was made by Teacher Chang."

"Oh?" An Muyu was stunned, not saying anything more.

Ji Yaoguang watched her actions with interest, thinking to herself, "Interesting." She had thought this Chef An was determined to just fill her stomach with white rice, but who knew she would be so unprincipled, her spoon reaching for that bowl of soup again and again. Ji Yaoguang absolutely refused to believe An Muyu wasn't coveting Chang Yu. These implicit and explicit declarations of affection, was this really the attitude a fan should have? Even her "little admirer" Jiang Yusheng wasn't as excessive as An Muyu.

"Time Traveler's Inn" had been airing for several days, and its rating on a certain review site had soared to 9.1. Previously, variety shows were rare, let alone reaching such heights. However, where there's praise, there's bound to be criticism. No show can please everyone. Claims that the guests were acting from pre-written scripts were one thing, but the haters would latch onto any flaw and criticize relentlessly, especially after seeing the scene where An Muyu got rained on and Siren caused trouble.

"The cat really takes after its owner, as annoying as Ji so-and-so. How did Teacher Chang end up as a flower stuck in cow dung?" Such comments immediately rose to the top, with constant replies either agreeing or gently reasoning. Some hot-tempered individuals couldn't help but curse in response.

Heart at Peace An Muyu V: I've always been weak. Caught a cold from the wind and rain, but some ginger tea should help. Fortunately, Teacher Chang @Chang Yu's wood materials weren't completely ruined.

An Muyu's fan base wasn't pure. Some came from her livestream, constantly asking her to post about food, while others were drawn from Lu Yusheng's side, following her due to their connection. Chang Yu, unaware of the situation, had even given a small advertisement for the Heart at Peace restaurant, leading some fans to believe they were close friends.

"Chef An, when will you do a food livestream? Don't forget about us poor little ones waiting to be fed!"

"Chef An, do you know when Diva Lu will debut again? Why isn't she singing the songs in this show?"

"Chef An is really thoughtful, much more considerate than that Ji so-and-so."

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The comments kept pouring in. Soon, someone screenshot An Muyu liking a comment saying she was more considerate than Ji Yaoguang. After quickly unliking it, An Muyu posted another Weibo: "My hand slipped. Sorry, my head is a bit dizzy, and I can't see clearly."

"Still scrolling Weibo while unwell? Chef An, you're really something," someone replied straightforwardly, immediately being indiscriminately scolded by An Muyu's fans as a nitpicker. "I give up, I give up," the conflict ended with the casual fan's defeat.

Like a lively play, lazily watching it unfold while completely relaxed, her finger tapping the screen, almost wanting to poke a hole in it. Ji Yaoguang chuckled softly, as languid as a cat. She murmured, "Why is Chef An so eager? Most of what's in the yard is leftover scrap wood. More importantly, if she knows she's weak, why didn't she use an umbrella?"