Chapter 305: People Are Innocent At Heart Too
“Fuck, Old Mrs. Mao, disgusting?!”
Yang Zi also heard Aunt Mao’s slander from the living room and instantly became furious: “I’m right here, who would be bored enough to go lock her room door?”
“I’ve become your alibi.”
Chi Ye said this while already walking out.
“What do you mean by alibi… that sounds so bad, it really wasn’t me, Chi Ye you have to testify for me.”
Yang Zi nagged as he followed out.
At this moment, the others also came to the living room one by one, Zheng Chunchun was outside the door sweating profusely while twisting the door handle.
“Why did this room suddenly lock… Sister Mao don’t worry, I’ll call someone over right away.”
“Nine of them! Nine of them!”
A “piercing” scream came from inside, and everyone looked at each other.
Chi Ye wondered: “Isn’t Xiang You inside? So scared.”
Everyone: “…”
“Coming, coming.”
At this time, the program team finally rushed over in a panic, then Director Li personally stepped forward and opened the room door with a spare key.
Click.
The room door was pushed open, and there was Old Mrs. Mao, who had been “full of vigor” not long ago, now ashen-faced, terrifiedly pointing at the two cockroaches lying on the ground.
“Your program, what kind of program is this, deliberately pranking guests? Came to Hong Kong and didn’t learn anything else, just learned the variety show planning here?!”
As soon as she saw humans enter, Aunt Mao instantly recovered her state, pointing at Director Li: “I absolutely cannot stay here tonight, you must give me a room change, must!”
Director Li: “… The weather is humid now, cockroaches are normal… It is indeed our negligence, sorry Teacher Mao.”
“Sorry is that all? What about your compensation measures? I want a room change, I want a room change!”
Aunt Mao had always been domineering since her early debut, and now in old age, her style was undiminished, directly demanding a room change.
Director Li and the other program team members exchanged glances, a bit troubled.
—Room change?
There were only three rooms available for guests here, all pre-arranged with cameras, now changing, how would they replace the equipment?
Moreover, the other rooms might not be better than here.
“Sister, forget it, we’ll find a cleaner to deal with it, stay in the living room until it’s handled.”
Zheng Chunchun also felt Aunt Mao was a bit worked up now—it’s still live broadcasting, this drama queen behavior, who knows what the netizen audience outside would think.
What would they think?
Many viewers online had already started cursing.
「Why does Aunt Mao feel different from my impression.」
「I can tell, Jin Xia’s elderly version.」
「Don’t insult Xia Xia okay, Xia Xia is dramatic but also timid, and never randomly loses her temper at staff.」
「@Chi Ye, where’s Chi Ye? Save the day, get used to your old age life in advance.」
「Chi Ye has to go coax the “Empress Dowager”?」
「Hilarious, where are Chi Pan Xia Yu’s CP fans? All drama queens in the world are the same.」
Chi Ye is a traffic star, an unrivaled top streamer, and recently though he’s been constantly purging fans, as a result, the purged fans either unfan, climb the wall, or turn from fan to passerby.
Some fans who used to like Chi Ye the most, after Chi Ye’s “unrestrained” actions like never avoiding intimacy with Jin Xia, have turned from fan to hater, unfanning and stepping back is commonplace.
And this group compared to other haters has a bigger advantage—they know many things about Chi Ye, and are clearer about how Chi Ye’s internal fan anti-haters usually operate.
So, this type of haters’ “combat power” is extremely strong, especially on topics related to “Jin Xia”, they instantly sit up in dying illness, Jin Xia not flopping means battle continues.
In their view, Aunt Mao’s current performance and the old drama queen’s performance is related to “Jin Xia”.
Chi Ye never thought so, Jin Xia is perfect in his heart, the sensory and emotional impact the Empress Dowager brings her is unimaginable to ordinary people, it’s an unforgettable feeling, so…
“Over there, over there.”
Chi Ye pointed at Aunt Mao’s leg: “Teacher Mao, there are still two on your leg.”
Aunt Mao: ” ?!”
She lowered her head and instantly screamed “ah”.
Director Li looked at him speechlessly: “You… she’s so old, don’t scare her bad.”
“…I’m just reminding her.”
After Chi Ye finished, he no longer paid attention to things here and turned back to his room.
Hmm, miss the Empress Dowager, make a phone call.
…
“Why didn’t Xiao Chi say more.”
Outside the room door, Sister Shang regretfully watched Chi Ye’s departing back, feeling he should have nagged a couple more sentences so she could watch more.
Shi Jinwei silent for two seconds beside her: “Sister, we’re all here to make money, only you’re here on vacation.”
“Huh?”
Sister Shang surprised: “How do you know?”
“… The whole nation probably knows.”
After saying that, Shi Jinwei also returned to her room.
Sister Shang stood there watching for a while, found no more excitement, wanted to go to the restroom, but after feeling carefully, still no feeling, so returned to her room to rest.
That night, the guests didn’t know how the program team resolved this, but Aunt Mao did stay in the living room for a long time.
Until Sister Shang got up at night, she rubbed her eyes and returned to the cleaned room.
“Did she really sit that long?”
Sister Shang dazedly stared at Aunt Mao’s back, looked down at the time, found it was already 3 a.m.
They went to bed at 11 p.m., in other words, Aunt Mao stayed here for four hours.
Looks like… the old lady really can’t tolerate cockroaches.
Could she tolerate it?
She actually couldn’t tolerate it either, but compared to that, she couldn’t tolerate her own sewer blockage more.
Yes, that’s right, Sister Shang’s intestines and stomach have always been poor, not many people know, Chi Ye is one of the few who knows most clearly.
Especially paired with Sister Shang’s damn gluttonous mouth, every time Sister Shang is blocked, there’s always a feeling of being set up by capital.
This time was no exception.
She took out povidone-iodone from her pajamas, stared at it silently for a few seconds, then suddenly took a deep breath, gritted her teeth and stepped into the battlefield.
Half an hour later.
Sister Shang walked out dazed and lost, her ethereal and graceful eyes as if lost all light, only despair and dead ashes.
“Done for, done for… this time it really won’t come out.”
She shook her head in some pain, a wave of sad emotion inexplicably surged to her heart, didn’t return to her room, placed the half-opened povidone-iodone on the table, took out her mobile phone, paired it with a photo of late-night flow, and posted:
【It turns out all overdue unresolved farewells will form stubborn scabs in the body.】
【Those heart matters that should flow downstream~】
After posting, she looked at it for a while, felt this copy was really beautiful, how smart must her brain be to instantly come up with such literary copy?
Looks like, I really am a fairy.
Shang Youshu yawned, felt carefully again about her current feeling, found she was still a bit impulsive, then helplessly returned to her room.
At the same time.
In another big room, Old Mrs. Mao tossed and turned sleepless, though back in the room, she really had no mood to sleep.
Today’s program recording process made her very depressed, after debuting so long, she seemed to have forgotten when she last suffered this kind of anger.
The program isn’t good, the guests aren’t good.
Especially that Chi Ye, relying on being young and popular, opposing her everywhere, sarcastically “cursing” her.
I also have connections and background, ignorant young kid.
Aunt Mao turned over, her stomach growled.
“Hm?”
Zheng Chunchun sleeping not far beside her also turned over, opened her eyes: “Sister, are you hungry?”
“Chunchun? You haven’t slept yet?”
Aunt Mao surprised.
“I woke up hungry.”
Zheng Chunchun’s face bitter.
Tonight Aunt Mao didn’t eat a bite, and though she ate a little for the camera, but… just a little.
She Zheng Chunchun, when has she eaten such unpalatable food?
Only for Aunt Mao, if it were others, she definitely wouldn’t wrong herself like this.
But even forcing it, by night, stomach growling, five viscera temple like firecrackers, her age isn’t young anymore, a bit unable to bear this hunger.
“Who told you to eat so little.”
Aunt Mao habitually lectured, then said: “I’m old, eat little at night anyway, not eating isn’t too hungry… but hearing you say that, I seem to want to eat something too.”
“Then us?”
Zheng Chunchun suggested: “How about going out for late-night snack?”
“That wouldn’t be good.”
Aunt Mao though fierce in mouth, actually cared a lot about this return to stage opportunity, thought for a while, still shook her head: “Forget it, dawn soon, program about to start recording, going out not good.”
“… Alright then.”
Zheng Chunchun thought so too, could only endure the hunger in her belly, and chatted other topics with Aunt Mao: “Did you see Shang Youshu and Shi Jinwei today? Heard these two joined the program because of Chi Ye, I heard last time…”
Mutter mutter, whisper whisper.
Thus, endured until morning, originally Aunt Mao thought not eating one night should be fine, after all her usual intake is small… indeed getting old.
But this time probably really consumed a lot of mental and physical energy recording, so by morning, she was already hungry tossing and turning, voice a bit hoarse: “Chunchun, check the time for sister, why isn’t it meal time yet?”
“Sister, it’s 5:50 now.”
“Why so slow.”
“Sister, you okay?”
“I’m fine, sister might have low blood sugar.”
“Ah?”
Zheng Chunchun startled: “Low blood sugar you should have said earlier, starving like this can be serious!”
“Come on, quickly go find program team to eat something.”
Aunt Mao heard this, went along with it, no longer insisted, the two rustled putting on clothes and getting up, while Tan Yue over there, young is good, fell asleep soundly, still snoring little snores now.
Aunt Mao most resented what she didn’t have but others did, so seeing Tan Yue like this, couldn’t help frowning, went over and heavily patted her shoulder: “Little Tan, Little Tan.”
Zheng Chunchun beside dumbfounded: “Sister… you… what are you doing?”
Aunt Mao turned back, kindly smiled: “We’re a collective, how can you eat alone.”
Zheng Chunchun: “…”
This old woman is really a beast.
She said no more, also followed Aunt Mao patting the little girl still in “dead pig sleep”: “Tan Yue, Tan Yue!”
I’m also a beast, heh.
“Mm…”
Tan Yue was specially cared for by two seniors, forcibly patted awake from sleep, rubbed her sleepy eyes, dumbfoundedly lifted her head, voice soft and glutinous: “Mao… Sister Mao, Sister Chunchun, what’s wrong?”
“Little Tan, we’re going to eat something, want to join?”
Aunt Mao full of smiles.
Tan Yue stared at the two dazedly, paused a full ten seconds, then seemed a bit awake, eyes with some anger but had to mask it, shook her head: “I’m not hungry, thank you two sisters.”
“How about join us, we’re a collective.”
Zheng Chunchun signaled Tan Yue to get up—we can’t sleep in bed, you still want to sleep in?
Tan Yue silent for a while, then silently sat up, wordlessly putting on clothes.
“Little girl, still not convinced.”
Aunt Mao walked to Zheng Chunchun, glanced at Tan Yue: “Did you see her eyes just now? Hates us.”
“… Very normal, she did a lot of work last night, at this age, definitely sleepy.”
Zheng Chunchun smiled: “But no matter, we’ll go out for late-night snack together, even if program airs later, audience won’t curse us.”
“That’s what I’m thinking, besides it’s not early now, almost six, normal early risers got up long ago, young people sleep late, not a good habit.”
The two big sisters said this, Tan Yue over there already dressed, still a bit dazed walked over: “Where are we eating?”
“Go out and see, program team said no eating places nearby but yesterday when I came I saw…”
The three talking, walked out of the room, but instantly felt eyes light up—
“Up so early?”
Aunt Mao reacted first, saw Shi Jinwei just out of the gym, finished her “morning exercise”, in gray tight yoga clothes, the perfect body outline made Aunt Mao instantly hungry again.
Chi Ye on the other side yawned while openly eating.
Fried dough stick steamed bun soy milk and little pickles, millet porridge etc. leaning towards mainland northern breakfast.
Aunt Mao isn’t northern, but she felt now very willing to be northern.
“You… where did you get this from?”
Zheng Chunchun swallowed saliva, dumbfoundedly asked.
Chi Ye looked at them strangely: “Ordered takeout ah.”
Zheng Chunchun: “Didn’t the director say last night no takeout?”
Chi Ye: “Right, so I used phone ordering.”
Zheng Chunchun: “?”
“Chi Ge… you this… what if caught on camera?”
Tan Yue saw Chi Ye eating so fragrantly, but attention all on Shi Jinwei preparing to return to room to change.
—As expected one of the four little flowers, Sister Shi’s figure is too wow.
“What if caught on camera?”
Chi Ye paused, then said unfazed: “This is ordered by Shi Jinwei, what does it have to do with me Chi Ye.”
