After crying, Fang Miaomiao felt a little better. She looked up at the green treetops, sunlight dappling through.
"Grandma, I will live on." Fang Miaomiao murmured to herself, "If, if you see someone in heaven who looks exactly like me and speaks rather impetuously, um... can you say sorry for me?"
She didn't want to occupy the original body on purpose. If she could, she would return it.
But, alas.
Fang Miaomiao tapped her head. Why was she getting so sentimental and thinking so much?
As she was thinking, footsteps sounded from above.
She instinctively looked up and saw a person and a camera.
"Uh, hi?"
【What the heck is "hi"? I never knew Fang Miaomiao had a comedian side.】
【I think she's so cute. I don't understand why so many people online hate her.】
【Right, right? I think so too. She's so cute, and that moment she looked up in surprise was just breathtaking.】
【Another passerby. Don't defend Fang Miaomiao, don't fall for Fang Miaomiao. If you knew her, you'd be too disgusted to eat.】
【Hmph, I'm just stubborn. Did Fang Miaomiao scam you out of money or something? You're all ganging up on a young girl.】
【Wow, wow, wow, "young girl"? She's not even the Fang family's daughter but insists on living the high life with them and even tried to frame the real young lady of the Fang family.】
【After being kicked out, the real Fang family's young lady entered the entertainment industry. Then, she quickly followed suit. After being spammed by the real young lady's fans for days, she started causing trouble again.】
【Exactly, exactly. It's endless. Telling me not to hate FMM is harder than not eating every day. She deserves all the haters and brought it all on herself.】
"I, um, I saw the production team's bamboo basket in this tree, so I ran a bit faster."
The camera lens followed where she pointed.
As expected, high up in the branches of a large tree, a bamboo basket was lodged.
"Camera brother, could you back up a bit?" Fang Miaomiao was glad she was wearing black casual pants.
Climbing trees was no problem for her.
After the cameraman took a few steps back, Fang Miaomiao tested the tree, then hugged it tightly with both hands, and used her feet to grip the trunk.
Cui Yongsi, who had followed behind, blinked in disbelief. "An An, your mom is so amazing! She can climb trees!"
Cui Mantong was initially startled when she saw Fang Miaomiao climbing the tree. Then, hearing her son's exclamation, she said with a wry smile, "You brat, does that mean your mom isn't amazing?"
"Mom is amazing too. Mom is the most amazing in Si Si's heart."
"That's more like it," Cui Mantong nodded with satisfaction before her gaze returned to the agile figure in the tree.
Just as Fang Miaomiao said, she was good at climbing trees.
In a few blinks, she was only an arm's length away from the bamboo basket.
Led by Fang Miaomiao, the group returned almost laden with goods.
Chen Tianming looked at the laughing group and couldn't help but look at the staff in the courtyard, his suspicion growing. "Did someone actually leak the answers to Fang Miaomiao?"
Describing it as "finding them all perfectly" was an understatement. Not only were the viewers in the live stream suspecting a leak, but he, the chief director, was also beginning to doubt his own employees.
"We're innocent, Director. We don't know her well at all. Why would we risk so much to leak answers?"
They knew that in their line of work, confidentiality was paramount. Someone who couldn't keep secrets wouldn't last long, as no crew or production team would hire them.
Chen Tianming naturally understood this, but he was puzzled. If they didn't leak anything, how did Fang Miaomiao find everything so easily? This task was intentionally left for Fang Miaomiao by him, with the items hidden in either concealed or dangerous locations.
He had predicted that Fang Miaomiao, being so delicate, would never attempt it and might even curse the production team, which would have brought them more publicity.
But who knew it would turn out completely different from his expectations?
Troublesome.
He had a feeling the situation was deviating from his planned course.
"Director, the traffic is starting to lean towards Teacher Cui and Fang Lao... Fang Miaomiao," the data analysis team also said with a headache.
"Are you an idiot?" Chen Tianming rolled his eyes. "Can't you subtly direct the traffic towards Jian Ni and the others? Do I have to teach you these things?"
As for Shen Jian Ni, he had reminded her before the show started to build a good relationship with Cui Mantong. Instead, she had directly pushed Cui Mantong towards Fang Miaomiao, proving to be more of a hindrance than a help.
The data analysis personnel were berated profusely and finally left dejectedly.
Fortunately, Shen Jian Ni later realized her mistake and managed to get a few shots with Cui Mantong, even trending for her cooking skills.
This improved Chen Tianming's mood considerably.
And so, as if unnoticed, the first day in Hongshan Village concluded successfully.
After washing up, Fang Miaomiao entered the room and saw Wen Yan'an standing by the bed, unsure whether to sit or stand.
"Can't get on?"
"Not at all," Wen Yan'an looked up at her.
"Then what is it?"
Fang Miaomiao stepped forward, ready to sit on the bed, but Wen Yan'an stopped her with a conflicted expression.
"Is something wrong?"
"The bed..." Wen Yan'an hesitated for a long time before saying, "The bed smells, and also..."
"And it's very hard, right?" Fang Miaomiao understood why the little brat wasn't getting into bed.
Thinking from the child's perspective, his hesitation was understandable, as he hadn't experienced such living conditions before.
"Little friend Wen Yan'an, not everyone in the world is rich, and not everyone can sleep on a soft bed every day."
After dinner, she had learned from the villagers that the production team had chosen houses belonging to the elderly and children. It was quite good that the elderly had cleaned and tidied the houses like this.
"Moreover, the bed is very clean, cleaned by Grandpa." Fang Miaomiao had observed that the bedding was new and clean, and the smell was due to it being stored for a long time without being aired out. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"Little friend, when in Rome, do as the Romans do, understand?"
"Will you... sleep with me?"
"Of course." Fang Miaomiao was very sleepy and didn't want to waste time talking. She directly picked up Wen Yan'an and placed him on the bed. "Sleep."
Fang Miaomiao fell asleep quickly.
Wen Yan'an looked at Fang Miaomiao sleeping by the bedside, hesitated for a moment, then diligently covered Fang Miaomiao and his own stomach with the quilt. Then, inch by inch, he moved closer to Fang Miaomiao.
He seemed to be falling for this mother. If she continued to be like this, he would like her forever.
"Goodnight."