Wang Nuozhi sat up straighter, her mouth slightly open in disbelief. She stared at her best friend, wide-eyed, as a thought popped into her mind: What kind of complicated relationship is this…?
And why was Xia Lihua smiling like this? What is she so happy about?
***
The next morning, the sun was shining bright, casting a warm glow across the farmhouse. The main kitchen bustled with the sounds of clattering plates and murmured voices as the production crew prepped for the day's shoot. Director Du called out, "Cameras rolling in three, two, one…"
Fu Xing, the ever-energetic host, stood in front of the long dining table, beaming at the camera. He greeted, "Good morning, everyone! We've gathered here for a special farmhouse breakfast!"
