Xianyu And Protagonist A Are Together Chapter 10
byChapter 10 The Love Triangle: Do You Eat Cilantro?
From a distance, Wen Mian saw Grandma Zhong, dressed neatly and cleanly, sitting quietly by the door, seemingly waiting for something.
Her eyes curved, and she quickly walked over, calling out, “Grandma, I’m here!”
The voice was loud, cheerful, and moving. Grandma Zhong’s eyes suddenly lit up, and she turned her head to look over.
Perhaps feeling that she was too excited, she quickly turned her head back to face forward, but her peripheral vision kept glancing at Wen Mian.
Wen Mian stopped in front of her, breathing slightly raggedly, her eyes shining like stars. “Grandma, I didn’t break my promise~”
As she spoke, the little bit of pride in her eyes was impossible to hide, like a puppy that had done something right, wagging its tail and looking up at you, begging for praise.
Grandma Zhong’s eyes were filled with joy, but her expression remained unchanged. Only from her softened words could her happiness be heard. “I know. This old woman prepared something good for you here. Do you want to come in and see?”
Wen Mian shook her head up and down. “Of course I do!”
Following Grandma Zhong inside, Wen Mian finally realized what the good things were: a box of pure milk and a bag of bread and snacks.
Wen Mian’s eyes couldn’t help but turn slightly red. She softly said, “Grandma, I don’t like pure milk. Keep it for yourself.”
How could Grandma Zhong not know that Wen Mian was saying this for her sake? She waved her hand forcefully. “Fine! But you must take the bread. This old woman can’t eat it.”
Wen Mian did not refuse this time, her tone coaxing. “Okay, I happen to love bread. Grandma, should I go help you pull weeds first?”
Grandma Zhong shook her head. “How could I really let little girls like you pull weeds? They’ve already been pulled, don’t worry.”
Wen Mian widened her eyes in surprise. “Pulled?! Grandma, aren’t you tired?”
Grandma Zhong straightened her face, her tone serious. “What’s tiring about that little bit of weeds? But I didn’t pull them. I have to thank you all.” Her gaze shifted toward the staff.
Wen Mian quickly understood, her expression softening. She nodded toward the production team and sincerely thanked them. “Thank you very much.”
The camera swung left and right, as if saying: You’re welcome, it’s what we should do.
The audience in the live stream fell silent, their eyes also turning red.
(Sobbing, it reminds me of my grandma.)
(Me too, unfortunately, my grandma passed away long ago.)
(This is the best thing the production team has ever done, I’m crying!)
(The production team is still human. This is the first time I’ve willingly paid money to watch a show.)
(Elderly living alone, such a meaningful topic. I’m already worried about what Grandma will do when Wen Mian leaves.)
(Wuwu, stop talking. I suddenly understand why Grandma was so strict at first. She just didn’t want to interact with people only to end up alone again.)
(It hurts too much, don’t talk about it.)
Wen Mian also understood this reason, which is why she wanted to do everything in her power to help Grandma Zhong.
She smiled and said, “That won’t do. This was clearly a promise between Grandma and me. What am I supposed to do if you guys did the work? Grandma, you have to side with me!”
A hint of happiness appeared on Grandma Zhong’s weathered face. “In that case, then you come over every day to accompany… to help this old woman pick vegetables.”
Wen Mian raised her head high, pretending to think, and slowly said, “Well, alright then, I agree.”
The worry in Grandma Zhong’s heart quickly subsided. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes deepened, and she laughed and scolded, “You still have to agree!”
Wen Mian nodded and said proudly, “Of course!”
After staying with Grandma Zhong for a while, Wen Mian stood up, planning to leave, considering it was time to make dinner.
“Grandma, I’ll go now. I’ll come back to see you tomorrow.”
The smile at the corners of Grandma Zhong’s eyes faded, and her tone carried a hint of disappointment, but she still forced herself to say, “Alright, you go then. Remember to take the snacks. This old woman won’t eat them.”
Wen Mian nodded, picked up the snacks, and left.
Grandma Zhong watched her retreating figure, leaning forward, her body frail.
Back at the house, Wen Mian called Wang Mo, and they went to the kitchen together. One washed vegetables, the other prepared ingredients. The scene was very harmonious.
Wen Mian planned to stew a pork rib soup, then make cilantro beef, and one vegetable dish.
When she picked up the cilantro and was about to chop it, the audience in the live stream collectively roared “No.”
As if she heard the audience’s request, Wen Mian paused her movements. As if suddenly remembering something, she turned to ask Wang Mo, “Do you know if they eat cilantro?”
Wang Mo was momentarily stunned, then shook her head. “Su Shiqiu eats it. I’m not sure about the others.”
Wen Mian nodded, picked up her phone, and sent a message in the group chat they had just created yesterday: Does everyone eat cilantro?
Responses came quickly.
[Zhang Yunxi: Yes, yes, does Mian Mian plan to make cilantro? I love it the most!]
[Su Shiqiu: I can eat it too.]
[Song Xue hesitantly: Sister Wen knows how to cook so many things. Xue Xue is so envious.]
Wen Mian glanced at the replies. Only Gu Man’s response was missing. Remembering Gu Man seriously reading her script in the living room, she sighed softly, put down her phone, and walked out of the kitchen.
Poking her head out from the doorway next to the living room, Wen Mian asked sideways, “Gu Man, can you eat cilantro?”
Gu Man’s thoughts were startled awake. She took off her glasses, pressed the space between her eyebrows, and turned to look at the source of the sound. “Sorry, I don’t eat cilantro, but it’s okay if you make it. I can eat the other dishes.”
That’s what you say, but if I really make it, won’t your fans tear me apart? Wen Mian grumbled internally.
However, Wen Mian was mistaken this time. Although the live stream was full of praise for Gu Man, there was also tolerance for Wen Mian.
(Wuwu, our Man Man is just so kind.)
(Yes, what’s wrong with not eating cilantro? I don’t eat it either. Why apologize!)
(But Wen Mian is also being kind. We can’t waste what she bought!)
(True, then just make it. Our Man Man can eat the others.)
Returning to the kitchen, Wen Mian thought about it and simply made the cilantro into a dipping sauce. Whoever wanted it could dip it.
With the pork ribs stewing, the kitchen gradually became enveloped in warmth. Wen Mian walked out of the kitchen to wait for the time.
She sat on the sofa on the other side of Gu Man, looking down at her phone. For a while, the only sound in the room was the gurgling of boiling water.
Estimating that half an hour had passed, Wen Mian put down her phone and checked the pork rib soup. After adding seasoning, a fragrant aroma wafted out.
Wang Mo gave a big thumbs-up, her tone excited. “Mian Mian, your cooking smells so good! It’s our blessing to have you!”
Wen Mian smiled helplessly. “You’re not bad either. It smells good too.”
Wang Mo waved her hand. “I know my limits. I won’t compare myself to a master.”
Wen Mian was amused. Her sharp, aggressive face softened, and she teased, “Then I’ll accept this ‘master’ title from you?”
Wang Mo was stunned for a moment, then nodded readily. “Accept it, accept it. It was meant for you anyway.”
Just as the pork rib soup was ready, Zhang Yunxi and Su Shiqiu returned to the house. Wen Mian and Wang Mo quickly stir-fried the other dishes, and it was time to eat.
It was the familiar seating arrangement. Wen Mian raised her eyes and gestured to everyone—sit down.
The others were momentarily speechless. Isn’t this a dating show? Shouldn’t it be full of scheming? Why does it feel like they’re just eating every day!
The audience in the live stream couldn’t stop laughing.
(Such a familiar scene. Hurry up and sit down! Don’t let our Mian Mian go hungry.)
(Haha, everything I wanted to see is gone, but why am I so happy!)
(The dating show atmosphere is gone, but a fish stirring up the water has arrived. Is the director crying?)
Wang Qiang was indeed on the verge of tears. He had diligently worked on dating shows for so many years, only for his show to turn into a mess in middle age. Was it easy for him!
But looking at the traffic in the backend, Wang Qiang gritted his teeth and swallowed his bitterness. Forget it, as long as there’s traffic!
After comforting himself, the seating selection had already finished over there.
Wang Qiang fixed his eyes on the scene and beamed with joy. Who said there were no sparks? Here they come!
The guests, who had been sitting scattered yesterday, were now huddled together. Zhang Yunxi and Su Shiqiu were chatting with their heads tilted.
Song Xue stomped her feet, finally choosing to sit opposite Gu Man in exasperation.
Gu Man and Wang Mo had Wen Mian sandwiched between them, one on the left and one on the right. Although there was some distance between them, Wang Qiang was an expert. He guaranteed with his years of experience running dating shows that these few could definitely be edited into a love triangle.
But then Wang Qiang deflated again. It was live streaming now; there was no way to edit it into a triangle.
After dinner came the most crucial part of the dating show—sending the heart-fluttering text messages.
Wen Mian tapped the screen with her finger, her expression calm.
(Is she going to send it? Who is Wen Mian planning to send it to?)
(Is it yesterday’s partner Su Shiqiu or today’s CP Wang Mo? Place your bets!)
(I choose Qiu Mian! Qiu Mian is the best!)
(Sister, you understand me! Our Su Shiqiu was the first one to greet Mian Mian!)
(No, I choose Mo Mian! Our Mo Mian went through so much today!)
(Plus one, our Mo Mian has already entered wife-wife life!)
Wen Mian lowered her gaze, tapped lightly with her finger, and pressed the send button.
A “ding-dong” sound, and the live stream went black.
(What? Who did she send it to? What is there that I can’t see!)
(I am a distinguished member. Production team, are you asking for a beating?)
(I’m dying of anxiety! Who did she send it to?! Ahhh!)
(Production team, be a decent human being, okay? Announce the results quickly!)
Looking at the enraged netizens, Wang Qiang chuckled and sent out a message—The live stream has been closed. Please follow the official video for subsequent content!
No longer looking at the furious netizens, Wang Qiang looked down at the messages sent by the guests, pondered for a second, and quickly became gleeful. I hope you can accept it…
A new day began with a wonderful breakfast. As artists, everyone ate very little, which made Wen Mian extremely happy.
She picked up a dumpling with her chopsticks, then a piece of savory pancake, and then took a sip of rice porridge. She felt so comfortable she just wanted to slump down and not move.
But not moving was impossible, and the production team wouldn’t allow it.
While they were eating, Wang Qiang came out to stir up trouble again.
Puffing out his stomach, he picked up the megaphone and shouted, “Dear guests, today’s task is extremely arduous! As the saying goes—Hoeing the weeds at noon, sweat drips onto the soil beneath the grain. Food is of utmost importance.
Therefore, everyone’s task is—to help the farmers harvest the grain and experience the hardships of farming life!”