Before transmigrating into the book, Lan Qingyue had never stayed at a stranger's house before, so this task was quite difficult for her.

Chu Chu enthusiastically shared the delicious candy, then ran back to Lan Qingyue's side, her chubby little arms hooking around Lan Qingyue's wrist. "Mommy, there's also Zi Zi~~" the little one pointed to the bottom right corner of the card.

Lan Qingyue leaned closer to examine the card, and sure enough, there was another line of text there. At first, she thought it was just decoration.

[Guests, please select ten items to bring into the village. Items of the same type for adults and children will be counted as one separate item. Any remaining items will be handed over to the production team for safekeeping. Friendly reminder: Wallets and mobile phones are not allowed in the village.]

Ten items?!

You can't bring your wallet or phone?!

She can leave her wallet behind, but not her phone! She's a netizen, and she gets restless if she doesn't have her phone for an hour. No wonder all the variety show segments were kept secret when the contract was signed; it turns out this was what was waiting for them.

If they don't even let us bring our wallets and phones, what other options are there?

Lan Qingyue felt utterly hopeless. She expressed her deep regret for signing the contract, truly, terribly regretting it. While she was regretting it countless times, Chu Chu, holding a rainbow-colored candy, ate it with a satisfied expression, saying, "Mommy, have some candy~~"

Lan Qingyue glanced at the drooling candy and became even more frustrated. At a time like this, how could I possibly be in the mood for candy?

Under the expectant gazes of the directors and with her innocent smile, Lan Qingyue resignedly squatted down next to the suitcase and rummaged through it.

She definitely needed to bring her underwear. Luckily, she was used to sorting things in bags, otherwise she would have been too embarrassed to rummage through them in front of the male and female directors and the cameras. She took her underwear, three sets of change of clothes, and all of Chu Chu's change of clothes, making a total of three items. Adding their shoes, that made four items in total, leaving six items.

Lan Qingyue was torn between shower gel and shampoo. She tried to convince herself that hair could be washed with water, so she took the shower gel and the shampoo. She couldn't imagine washing her hair with water for a week. Toothpaste, toothbrush, and mouthwash cup counted as one item, so she could take the last three items. But she wanted to take everything, so she also took a set of cosmetics.

While agonizing over her decision, Lan Qingyue caught a glimpse of Chu Chu, who seemed indifferent to the food and looked completely unconcerned. She smiled and beckoned to Chu Chu, "Chu Chu, come here. What do you want to take? You can only take one thing."

Because the crossbody bag that Chu Chu was carrying also counts as one item.

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The little one obediently squatted beside Lan Qingyue, chin resting on his knees, head bobbing up and down, his chubby cheeks jiggling. He imitated how Lan Qingyue had handled things, first looking through the remaining items, then pulling out a wide-brimmed hat—Lan Qingyue's hat. "Mommy, here, to block out the sun, otherwise you'll get a tan!"

This child is only three years old, yet she is already so thoughtful. The director standing next to her felt a pang of sadness. He wished his five-year-old son would be half as sensible as Chu Chu.

They packed all the items that couldn't be brought into the village into one box, leaving room for a small suitcase to hold what they needed. As the staff came to collect the large suitcase, Lan Qingyue took one last, reluctant look at her phone, sighing, "Sigh..."

He turned his head away and resignedly handed it over.

The village's cement road was fairly smooth. Lan Qingyue pushed her suitcase with one hand and held Chu Chu's chubby little hand with the other. She walked from the village entrance through sugarcane fields and paddy fields to the center of the village. Red brick buildings were visible, as well as a few relatively backward tile-roofed houses. The old people sat at their doorsteps, leisurely fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans, while children ran and laughed in twos and threes on the country lanes.