When Ning Youguang ca out of the small kitchen holding a bowl of porridge.
On the big screen in the small living room, a black woman was saying to her ten-year-old daughter, "Yes, rember, the most important day in a woman’s life is not her wedding day, but her election as president."
Classic movies are always good, Shi always has good taste!
"Co over and eat porridge." She gently placed the bowl on the small dining table.
Shi Wangyue turned off the big screen and ca over.
He could recognize the white porcelain bowl in front of him contained vegetable and lean at porridge, except the porridge’s appearance wasn’t quite right. The vegetables looked yellow and wilted, and the at was cut a bit large.
"I just added salt, it’s mild!" Teacher Ning looked at Shi with unspoken anticipation in her eyes.
"Very fortunate." Shi Wangyue smiled as he sat down before the porridge and picked up a spoon.
There are vegetables, there is at, and she rembers to keep it mild—
Indeed, she lived up to the virtuous and gentle appearance she wore before entering the kitchen.
Sister rarely has the heart to cook for him; Shi Wangyue was extrely supportive and, spoon by spoon, slowly finished the whole bowl of not-so-good-looking vegetable lean at porridge.
Teacher Ning saw him eating so enjoyably and propped her chin up, looking very satisfied from beside him.
After he finished the bowl, he took the empty bowl back to the small kitchen, "I’ll go serve you another bowl."
However, when she ca out with another bowl of porridge, she saw the scene of Shi "gulping" "gulping" down water.
"Was the porridge too salty?" Teacher Ning frowned.
Shi showed strong survival instincts and used his hand to indicate a very short distance, "a little bit."
"Why didn’t you say so earlier?" Teacher Ning was speechless.
"The taste is actually okay." Except the at is particularly tough.
Ning Youguang picked up a spoon, scooped so porridge, and put it into her mouth, spitting it out soon after.
—"Forget it, I’ll order takeout."
She completely lost hope in her cooking skills.
...
After lunch.
Ning Youguang lazily lay on the sofa browsing her phone, suddenly swiping to a trending topic on Weibo—#Fang Han nb#.
"Fang Han?"
Curious, she clicked on the trending topic.
Upon entering it, she found the person was indeed her cousin Fang Han, who had started entering the entertainnt industry as a college student.
Soon, she ca across the original Weibo post that brought Fang Han into the spotlight:
[Miss Not Fang:
Two years ago, I bought so Chanel from Japan and haven’t even opened the box.
The Hers sandals purchased last year are untouched in the storage room.
At the ti of purchase, I felt I had to have them but lost all interest once ho.
In middle school, I enjoyed looking at magazines with my mom, going to Paris to buy new season items, such as bags, clothes, shoes, and jewelry—always the latest styles; outdated ones were discarded.
Now, I feel there’s no need to use these things to boost or enhance myself.
If I’m not working, at ho, I do whatever feels comfortable, however I want.
In office buildings, the pretentious workplace outfits, and business travelers striding through airport lounges, celebrities glowing under high-end dress lights all have this professional smugness in their eyes.
In reality, work outfits are just uniforms, no different from those worn by waiters and security guards, what’s there to be smug about?
To gauge a person’s nb level.
An essential indicator is whether they can naturally wake up!]
...
Ning Youguang didn’t follow her cousin’s Weibo but knew her ID was "Miss Not Fang," who was already a mid-tier celebrity with nearly twenty million followers.
After entering the film and television industry with family resources during her first year at drama school, Fang Han had appeared in so major productions.
However, regardless of the caliber of co-actors, her popularity didn’t rise.
Until, during a high-profile dostic film festival award ceremony, she called the famous Chinese director Ning Yi her uncle backstage, and it was caught by the dia, thus making her known in the entertainnt circle.
Simultaneously, her impressive family background was unearthed by the dia.
During this digging, Fang Han’s identity left countless netizens envious.
Good looks, wealthy background, her mother was the famous socialite Ning Xian, her uncle was the well-known director Ning Yi, her aunt was the CEO Ning Wan known for a failed marriage... further tracing back, both her family and maternal grandfather’s family were privileged.
She was a true upper-class darling since childhood.
A bona fide beautiful rich girl!
Holy cow!
To fans and netizens, an unknown entertainnt industry persona like Fang Han suddenly being disclosed as having such an identity was thrilling!
Thus, Fang Han’s "Real Rich Lady" persona quickly went viral, rapidly attracting a huge wave of fans.
In the entertainnt industry, she didn’t instantly beco everyone’s favorite but was quite the sensation.
Soon, famous fashion magazines, TV shows, movie scripts, variety reality shows filled her agenda.
Consequently, she beca the well-known female star Fang Han.
"Hahaha, Miss is aweso!"
"Long ti no see, Miss!"
"Miss is still as pretty and classy [heart]"
"Truly envious!"
"I scrimp and save to buy brand nas, only to have them collect dust in Miss’s wardrobe!"
"..."
She casually browsed Fang Han’s Weibo and found a series of praises.
Ning Youguang logged out of Weibo, self-mocking, "So miserable, I’m not aweso at all, every day is just not enough ti."
The Shi Wangyue lying on her lap with his eyes closed opened his eyes, "Hmm?"
Ning Youguang shook her head, "Nothing."
...
Soon, she received a call from her friend Li Qing.
"Little fairy~" ca Li Qing’s cheerful loud voice from the other end, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing much." The afternoon sun made her feel lazy.
Ning Youguang’s words carried a natural, trailing tone~
"Are you sleeping?"
"Not really, just finished lunch."
"Just finished lunch?" Li Qing paused, "The weather is so nice outside, let’s go shopping?"
"Not going." Ning Youguang firmly refused.
"Why not?" Li Qing asked, "You don’t have anything to do."
"I do." Ning Youguang said, "My boyfriend just had surgery and needs care."
"What?" Li Qing’s voice changed, sweeping away the previous cheerfulness, "Your boyfriend had surgery today? What kind of surgery? Is it serious? Which hospital? I’ll co by?"
"Wisdom teeth inflammation, had a tooth extraction." Ning Youguang lightly said.
"..." Really requires care! "Alright, look after him at ho."
"We’ll go shopping next week then." Ning Youguang detected the regret in her friend’s words.
"Alright, alright." Li Qing was full of joy.
They chatted for a while longer before hanging up the phone. 1314
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