the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 600 Ancestral Secret Recipe, Drink it and You’re Gua

After Desmond Wood successfully landed the role of the male lead at the audition, he seed to be bursting with energy, acting like he was on a high. Over the past few days, whether eating or sleeping, he had imrsed himself completely into the character of Runsheng, donning an intellectual-looking plaid knitted vest, dress pants, and glasses, trying to pass off as a mber of the city’s corporate elite.

Two days after filming started, the Wood Family’s extras arrived in a grand procession on a train, led by the village chief. The younger generation of the Wood Family all had regular jobs, but the elders spent their days idle at ho. This ti, with Finnian’s persuasion, word had gotten out about this extra-acting profession, which didn’t require age or experience—you could join the cast whenever you pleased. They instantly beca intrigued. "Isn’t this just like performing in a big opera?" After all, they had grown up listening to opera performances and could sing a tune off the cuff—acting wouldn’t be a problem either. The elders ended up being quite delighted, amazed at the prospect of having the chance to appear on screen despite their age.

When Delphine went to pick them up and saw their vibrant, spirited faces carrying large bags packed to the brim, including pots, pans, and bowls, she froze montarily.

"Didn’t the village chief know there’s catering here?" Delphine said, after settling them into the hotel, pulling Desmond Wood aside for clarification. Since Finnian had invested in the film, they had hired professional chefs to prepare als specifically for the cast, sparing no expense in this regard.

Desmond scratched his head and replied, "I ntioned it, but they wouldn’t listen to . Not only did they bring pots, pans, and bowls, but they also brought wild mushrooms from the mountains, saying they’re going to make nourishing soup."

Desmond couldn’t help but feel speechless. This wasn’t simply coming to act—it felt more like they were on a vacation. As his father explained, they mainly ca to see little Delphine, to enjoy a trip, and acting was just a side activity.

"By the way, Dad ntioned they have a welco gift for you tonight," Desmond said. His dad, the newly appointed village chief, was an energetic chap in his fifties who was taking twenty-odd people out for the first ti and seed so thrilled he practically wanted to bring the entire village along.

Desmond whispered a warning, "This ti, you’ve got the seventh uncle, eighth aunt... honestly, I can’t even figure out the hierarchy anymore. Just gauge their ages to call them uncles and aunts, and whatever you do, accept the gifts. If you don’t want sothing, you can give it to quietly."

Desmond chuckled slyly. Those uncles, aunts, and cousins were known for stashing away so fine treasures.

In the evening, Delphine made arrangents for the crew to wrap up work early, and hosted a banquet at the hotel to treat the Wood Family relatives to dinner.

It was also her first opportunity to et the elders on her mother’s side of the family.

The Wood Family was truly unique. Although most of them were older, their clothing ranged from outdated styles to modern ones, as if they lived at the crossroads of eras. Regardless of whether they were wearing jackets or suits, everything was ticulously pressed, their expressions warm and serene—they looked like a group of well-cared-for, health-conscious, peaceful seniors.

The entire evening, those uncles and aunts gathered around Delphine, eager to ask her about everything from the ti she was born until now.

"Delphine, dear, your complexion isn’t looking great. Starting tomorrow, your second aunt will make soup for you every day. When Desmond was born, he was so frail he looked like a kitten, but he grew into a strapping young man after being nourished properly," the village chief said with a wide smile.

"We’ve brought everything we need this ti—this is our family’s secret recipe. Drinking it guarantees you’ll have two kids in three years," second aunt chid in with a chuckle.

"This is wild ginseng I dug up from the mountains. Treat it like a carrot and just chew on it," another relative offered.

"I embroidered this cheongsam for you, and also made you a little jacket and so shoes. Desmond said you’ve got two treasures—one boy and one girl," soone else added.

"Here are the Four Treasures of the Study I brought for your little ones. I heard they’ve started school—this will co in handy," another elder said.

Delphine’s arms were soon filled with carefully wrapped gifts, each thoughtfully prepared with care and wrapped impeccably. Her heart felt warm and full as she looked at these kindhearted relatives. Her jet-black, gem-like eyes glistened faintly with tears. She couldn’t help but think of the mother she had never t. Growing up in such a tight-knit and loving family, her mother’s personality must be wonderfully gentle.