Next to the market, there was a teahouse bustling with activity, where the staff wore uniform outfits, tall and eye-catching, the n handso, the won beautiful.
Originally, every staff mber wore an appropriate smile.
But, after seeing Nora Scott—
One by one, the smiles beca frozen.
Initially, an older staff mber responded and quickly approached, "Miss Scott, you’ve arrived. The usual?"
"Yes."
"A private room?"
"No need."
The staff mber quickly obliged, imdiately clearing the best viewing spot on the first floor for Nora Scott and Clent Winter to sit.
As for the show’s crew of "On the Road" following behind, the staff took one glance and ignored them, not paying them any mind.
—No questions were asked about Nora Scott’s affairs.
Anyone who knew her adhered to this rule.
Not long after, tea and snacks were served on the table. The teahouse had a distinctive environnt, and opening the windows allowed a view of the market’s activities.
"Nora, do you often co here?" Clent Winter asked suspiciously.
Upon entering, he felt the eyes from all directions, mostly from the staff, with a small portion from custors who knew Nora Scott and Clent Winter.
"It’s alright."
Tasting the tea, Nora Scott replied calmly.
She had stayed in Sand Delta for three months, spending so ti on every street with a hint of the Martial World vibe. Most of the local gangsters were familiar with her.
In this region, anyone who knew her had to show so respect.
The show’s crew, seeing the two boldly coming to have tea in the teahouse without funding provided, thought these big celebrities were intentionally making it difficult for them. While sighing, they also took it upon themselves to communicate with the teahouse staff.
The gist being they were filming a show, and the expenses for the two would be covered by the crew, asking if they could appropriately "trouble" Nora Scott and Clent Winter, maybe play a ga or sothing.
Upon hearing, the staff’s face changed drastically, "No need, no need, Miss Scott does not need to pay for her tea here."
"???"
The person from the crew was dumbfounded, "Is your boss a fan of hers?"
"..." The staff couldn’t help but laugh, "Not exactly. But our boss does know her well."
The person froze upon hearing this, thinking perhaps Nora Scott was just visiting a friend’s teahouse?
After thanking the staff mber, that person turned around and left, hesitating whether to edit this segnt out later.
Just then, he bumped into two staff whispering—
"Hey, isn’t she the celebrity who’s really popular lately? Why is everyone acting so on edge?"
"You ca late, you haven’t seen her smashing a teahouse."
"Huh? She’s smashed a teahouse, and yet we serve her drinks and food for free?"
"How clueless are you? This ’smash’ is not that ’smash.’ Five years ago, when she ca to Sand Delta, she declared an all-night gambling spree. Every shop on the street lost everything except their pants with her. If she hadn’t been lenient, the whole street would have been hers."
Another staff mber: ??? A national cartoonist top variety show queen has such a legendary story?!
The crew mber: !!! Untouchable, untouchable.
The crew mber, feeling a hard blow to the gut, returned, stating that the teahouse owner was acquainted with Nora Scott and they wouldn’t charge. Moreover, this segnt absolutely cannot be aired, it must be cut out.
The unique glorious past of the big shot must be buried, or else their crew would be finished.
*
Nora Scott and Clent Winter, after eating and drinking to their fill, left the teahouse half an hour later, just in ti to et with Nelson and Valeria Young who each used up their 50 bucks.
"Sorry, we’ve spent all the money this ti," Nelson said with so guilt, taking the initiative, "The sum coming in three days is all yours then."
"Alright."
Clent Winter didn’t mind, agreeing crisply.
His reason for joining the show was entirely for Nora Scott, program experience and whatnot wasn’t even in his considerations.
Valeria Young had only managed to buy so at and vegetables, and the money was gone. Moreover, she had a little argunt with Nelson earlier, so her mood was down, and she listlessly pouted, saying, "Here, you hold this then, my backpack is full."
Clent Winter let out an "ah."
Just about to refuse, he heard Nora Scott on the side speak coldly, "Who buys it, carries it."
Valeria Young looked at Nora Scott, tilted her head, and deliberately replied with a smile, "Sister isn’t eating any?"
Having made several attempts to warm up to Nora Scott only to receive a cold shoulder, Valeria Young was already annoyed, and given her current bad mood, her words were quite pointed.
Thinking about it, she felt aggrieved.
She wanted them to have sothing nice to eat, but Nelson gave her a hard ti, while Nora Scott and Clent Winter had disappeared sowhere, never helping her from the beginning to end. Now they ca back after she finished buying everything, surely they’ll want to eat her bought ingredients at dinner?
Besides, she carefully calculated what to buy, what harm was there for Clent Winter, a grown man, to carry a bit?
Previously watching "City Secret" and "Escape Room," she already sensed Nora Scott playing favorites, protecting Clent Winter like he was a cub, little did she expect Nora would remain unchanged in this show.
Clent Winter is such a big guy, and can’t even carry a bit of ingredient, what’s he, useless or sothing?!
"Not eating."
Nora Scott cast her a sidelong and indifferent glance, coldly spitting out the two words.
Her attitude was so evident, it startled the program staff.
—The formal show hasn’t even begun, and the atmosphere is already this tense?!
How would they get through the next six days!
"Let’s go."
Nora Scott told Clent Winter, then headed towards the mountain bike parked by the roadside.
Clent Winter responded with a quick "Hey," he always caring and sweet, didn’t even bother to comfort Valeria Young, following Nora Scott without a second thought.
Valeria Young was furious, muttering, "What did I do, being kind taken as ill-intentioned. Does having big clout an bullying people?"
Initially having issues with Valeria Young, Nelson couldn’t help but feel a bit sympathetic seeing this awkward scene.
Nelson comforted, "They have already a lot of things, give what you bought to , and I’ll carry it."
Upon hearing, Valeria Young’s eyes spun, gave her purchases to Nelson, and then obediently said, "Thank you, Nelson."
—Hmph, soone relying on variety shows to build goodwill, this ti, she’s sure to completely lose it all!
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