The Idol Group Pet Became a Final Boss!

Xiang Yi added hot water to the pot and then some sliced ginger and sliced red dates, and then let the pork belly boil slowly.

This dish will take a while to make, so Xiang Yi guarded the stove, thinking about what delicious food to make her brother.

Hmm… She wanted to make all delicious foods for her brother.

The red braised pork in the pot has an alluring color, and the girl’s daydreaming stance was soft and cute. The foodies and the appearance-driven fans were all able to obtain great satisfaction…

Ah Nan hurriedly finished his business matters and rushed to the recording site. .

In the living room, Bai Ruoruo was radiant and glamorous, unsure how she could convince Shi Sui and Smog to play a game with her. The room echoed with her soft and meek laughter.

Meanwhile, Xiang Yi was sitting on a small kitchen stool with ash and dirt on her face. Her hair bun had been messed up when she was chasing the pig around, and flyaway hairs scattered around her ears.

Without comparison, there is no harm.

When Ah Nan saw his sweetie sitting there like Cinderella from the fairytale, he revealed an expression of an old father’s heartache!

“Sweetheart, your hair is messed up! Come here, I’ll help you fix your hair.”

“Oh, okay.”

Xiang Yi thought he would just tie it up casually again, but she didn’t expect Ah Nan to take her into the bedroom.

The crew had agreed to not film inside the bedrooms, meaning these bedrooms were equivalent to a ‘safe area’ in video games.

As soon as they entered the room, Ah Nan shut off Xiang Yi’s microphone and said in distress “Sweetheart, are you stupid? Look at that little White Lotus—Brother Smog here, Senior Shi there—pretending to be cute. Her schemes are endless! Now look at you. Our sweetheart is a darling goddess, why did they force you to be a kitchen maid? What kind of dumb show is this? Why are they making you cook every day!”

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He was so furious that his colorful hair exploded, looking even more wronged than Xiang Yi.

Xiang Yi felt a warmth in her heart. During her transmigration journey throughout different worlds, she had seen all kinds of people whose hearts were constantly changing and unpredictable. Gradually, she grew tired of socializing with these people and appeared to be distant and cold.

However, she deeply valued the ones who were good to her.

Gently, she explained. “I wasn’t forced, I really enjoy the process of cooking.” The girl took the initiative and removed the rubber band. “Weren’t you going to help fix my hair?”

Ah Nan sniffed. “You go take a shower first and blow-dry your hair. I want to dress you so beautifully and let that White Lotus know what it means to be a real flower of the rich earth!”

“My braised pork is still simmering…”

When faced with a glare from Ah Nan, Xiang Yi sighed. “OK, OK, OK. I’ll listen to you.”

In the living room.

The game had already been played for several rounds.

Bai Ruoruo felt as if she was dreaming, playing games with such two outstanding men.

Her skills were awful, but Smog and Shi Sui did not seem to mind her.

Smog would guard her front side with a gun, jumping around from time to time, suddenly aiming in her direction once in a while.

Shi Sui would always find a small corner and in a low and magnetic voice, gently tell her to hide there.

The audience was well aware, and the live comments went something like this:

　—[Hahaha Smog is so annoyed. I can tell so many times he wants to fire his gun at Bai Ruoruo]

　—[As expected of Shi Yingdi’s acting, who can boast even the most rotten of rice into the most fancy delicacies of humankind. Even his tone when talking to Bai Ruoruo is so calm, telling her to hide and stop dragging the team down]

　—[Calm, my *ss. Can you guys please pay attention to his hand? He’s touched the pockets of his trousers several times, probably because it’s already triggered a smoking addiction]

　—[Speaking of which, where did the Vase Fairy go? How long does it take to tie up your hair? Get back to cooking, the red braised pork is ready to be reduced]

As this comment floated past, the door to Xiang Yi’s door swung open.

The volume of text in the comment section, which had been in disarray up until now, immediately decreased by half.