Chapter 25: Such Words From the Little Ancestor

"I hope Teacher Zhong can pay more attention to Xiao Yun; he has become a bit afraid of interacting with celebrities."

Zhong Guoxing nodded. "I will keep a close eye on him."

"As a parent myself, I spend a lot of time with my own children, so I know how to handle kids," he added, before suddenly sighing. "To think of what Feng Doudou’s parents and Xiao Yun’s parents must feel—the heartbreak and regret they must be enduring."

"Such good children, tortured by those two beasts."

Han Qian agreed emphatically, "Thankfully, it is not too late."

"If you ask me, some stars don't deserve the title. They hold themselves in such high regard, thinking everyone should cater to them, and their fans are mindless, constantly hyping up their idols without even checking if they are worthy."

There are stars who have no acting skills, can't sing or dance, and have terrible character, yet their fans adore them regardless. It is impossible to fathom what they even see in them.

[The sister is absolutely right. Some celebrities have zero professional capability and yet act so entitled. Seeing fans constantly making excuses for them makes me sick.]

[Just look at Gao Pengfei and Duan Lele; it shows how many disgusting things like that exist in the entertainment industry.]

[The sister is so brave for saying that. I’m worried some fans might try to smear her reputation.]

[What is there for Han Qian to be so proud of? Aside from singing and dancing, she has nothing else to show for herself.]

[Oh my, whose fan is having a meltdown? "Only singing and dancing"? Doesn't everyone know that Han Qian is the best among all female stars and girl groups? Even international audiences admire her.]

"That is so true," Yu Zhisheng and the others agreed without avoiding the cameras.

"Young people today all think they can easily make money in this circle without bothering to hone their acting or performance skills," Zhong Guoxing said, opening his thermos to take a sip of water.

"Look at Zhisheng. He’s a super-rich second-generation, yet he still started from the very bottom, working hard to sharpen his acting and performance abilities."

The vast majority of the audience agreed—this was the truth of the matter.

As the night grew deeper, the four guests took the younger ones back to their respective houses to rest. Zhong Guoxing and Han Qian showed no temper or dissatisfaction with their poor living conditions, simply settling in as expected.

After changing into her pajamas, Yu Danxue picked up her toothbrush and cup. "Xiao Sheng, can I still play with the village children tomorrow?"

Yu Zhisheng, who was tidying up, did not look up. "It depends on what tasks the director assigns tomorrow."

"If the tasks are in the village, then the little grand-aunt can play with the village kids."

Yu Danxue let out a muffled "oh" while brushing her teeth. Once she had rinsed and washed her face, she put her things away and climbed obediently into bed.

"Goodnight, Xiao Sheng."

Yu Zhisheng checked that she was settled and turned off the lights before returning to his own room.

The next morning, shortly after eight o'clock.

"Today’s task is for the guests to go to town and sell vegetables!" the director shouted through a megaphone. "Whatever amount you make from selling the vegetables will be your living expenses for the next phase."

"I must make this clear: you cannot ask anyone for help, and no one is allowed to assist you, or your results will be voided."

The three million-plus viewers in the live stream burst into laughter.

[The director clearly has psychological trauma from yesterday.]

[You can't blame him. The task he set yesterday was broken by the little grand-aunt so easily. It’s just that her charm is too powerful.]

[I really want to know how much money they can make. This is tied to their living expenses.]

Yu Danxue didn't quite understand at first, but after Yu Zhisheng explained it to her, she grasped the meaning of the task.

Make money?

Her large eyes lit up, and she covered her mouth to stifle a giggle. Making money was a wonderful thing.

She wanted to earn a lot, a lot of money so that Xiao Sheng wouldn't have to work so hard in the entertainment industry. She could buy many beautiful clothes and help revitalize the Yu family.

Seeing her smile, Yu Zhisheng had a bad premonition. Was the little grand-aunt thinking of something chaotic? He hoped not.

"Now, please, guests, draw lots to decide which vegetable you will sell," the director announced. A staff member brought out a light blue lottery bucket.

"Let the first-place team, Qi Kang and Luo Jian, come draw first," the director said.

Qi Kang and Luo Jian walked over.

"Luo Jian, you draw," Qi Kang said.

Luo Jian gave a soft "oh" and reached into the bucket, pulling out a slip of paper. He showed the content to the camera: Sell Bitter Melon.

"Ah!" Luo Jian looked like he had been struck; he tossed the slip of paper away. His face went pale. "I hate bitter melon the most!"

"Bitter melon is so bitter, so disgusting. Just the smell is bitter. Why did I have to draw bitter melon?"

[Haha, seeing Luo Jian like this makes me so happy. I think I’ve become a sadist.]

[I also think bitter melon is gross. I’ve hated it since I was a child, but my parents kept forcing me to eat it, saying it "clears internal heat."]

[My parents were the same. If I didn't eat it, they wouldn't let me have anything else. That’s why, as soon as I was old enough and had the means, I moved out.]

[You guys are all so miserable. I actually like bitter melon, but my family never forced me to eat anything.]

Qi Kang didn't like bitter melon either, so he could only hug Luo Jian and lament their shared misfortune.

"What is a bitter melon?" Yu Danxue had never seen one and was quite curious to see Qi Kang and Luo Jian’s reactions.

A staff member kindly brought over a bitter melon for her to see.

Yu Danxue leaned in and sniffed it, then said, "It has such a bitter scent. Does anyone really like eating this?"

It was her first time seeing such a strange food.

The staff member replied, "Yes, quite a few people enjoy bitter melon, and there are many ways to prepare it."

Yu Danxue became interested. "If people like to eat it, then it must be a good thing."

She subconsciously added, "Anything edible can save many people and help them fill their bellies."

Everyone present, except for Yu Zhisheng, was stunned. "???"

Yu Zhisheng patted the little grand-aunt’s head. Over the past few days, he had learned about the dynasty she came from, where many people going hungry was the norm—not like the world today.

[I don't understand. Can someone explain this to me?]

[The little grand-aunt means that even if a vegetable is very bitter, in times of need, it can fill a stomach and save lives.]

[The little grand-aunt is truly worthy of her name. At such a young age, she understands these things. Some people have lived decades and still waste food every day.]

[The little grand-aunt is absolutely right. In a crisis or when food is scarce, anything edible is life-saving.]

"Alright, alright, now let’s have the little grand-aunt and Yu Zhisheng come up to draw," the director coughed twice, steering the conversation back on track.

Yu Danxue and Yu Zhisheng walked to the lottery bucket. Yu Zhisheng let the little grand-aunt draw.

With great curiosity, Yu Danxue reached into the bucket and pulled out a slip of paper—