With the mindset of "first come, first served," Lan Qingyue slipped on her slippers and went out. The young people in the village were all out busy with their work, and the children probably hadn't gotten up yet. Only a few elderly people were chatting quietly at their doorsteps to pass the time, and the atmosphere in the whole village was quite peaceful.

After turning a corner and walking a few steps, I arrived at the village entrance. The shops on the street were already open, with meat vendors selling meat, vegetables selling vegetables, and fruit vendors selling fruit. The shopkeeper was holding a thin stick with a red plastic bag tied to the end, swaying it back and forth, making the place seem even more deserted.

The production crew set up camp on a vacant cement ground at the entrance of the village. The most eye-catching thing was the director, whose head was reflective, hiding by the pork stall, chatting with the pork owner, and laughing in a silly way. If you put him in a crowd, you would not be able to tell that he was a talented director.

Guests were getting breakfast at the table, and the arrogant Chen Xueyun was nowhere to be seen. Good thing, Lan Qingyue happily skipped over, forgetting her original identity as an artist.

The photographer following behind was stunned. His mouth was big enough to fit an egg, and he could have blinked so fast that he could have killed a flying mosquito. He touched his buzz cut dumbly. Is this Teacher Lan the one in the entertainment industry?

Could it have been switched?!

"Good morning, Aunt Lan." A little boy jogged past Lan Qingyue and greeted her politely. It was Lin Muze.

"Good morning, Muze." Without Chu Chu by her side, Lan Qingyue found Lin Muze pleasing to the eye no matter what. He was indeed the male lead she had written, handsome since childhood.

Lin Muze: "Aunt Lan, are you here to pick up breakfast?"

"Yes, is it the same for you?" Looking back, I didn't see Yu Qingqing.

"No." Lin Muze shook his head. "Aunt Lan, I came to pick up breakfast at 7:05. After breakfast, I took a ten-minute walk, then went back to watch Uncle Li feed the pigs, cows, chickens, and ducks. I'm jogging now to exercise."

Lan Qingyue pursed her lips. These people were up earlier than the pigs, cows, chickens, and ducks in the village. How could she bear it?

"Aunt Lan, I'm leaving now." Lin Muze ran back around the village entrance.

Siming was choosing breakfast with the twins when he saw Lan Qingyue coming over and greeted her, "Teacher Lan, you're here too."

“Yes,” Lan Qingyue felt embarrassed, as she thought she was the last group of guests to come and collect breakfast.

Sisi nimbly leaped over, hugged Lan Qingyue's waist, tilted her head back and smiled, her beautiful eyes curving into crescents, "Aunt Lan, what does little Chuchu like to eat?"

!!

Sisi, Sisi, you need to be more careful! Chuchu is your future rival in love. She's going to steal Lin Muze from you. How can you be so carefree?

The production team really knows how to arrange things; they managed to put these three people together—two women and one man—it's definitely a love triangle. Luckily, the second male lead didn't show up.

However, the reason she came into this book was to nip the peach blossoms in the bud, to cut off Chu Chu and Lin Muze's peach blossoms. Tsk tsk, both in and out of the book, she is the stepmother who breaks up lovers.

Sigh...

Lan Qingyue stroked Sisi's hair. "My dear daughter, from now on, you have to make Lin Muze fall head over heels for you. There will be no love triangle, and no one will get hurt. As for Chuchu, she can just be a chubby little foodie."

Sisi had already picked out breakfast, but before Lan Qingyue could answer her question, she kept stroking her hair and giggling, "Aunt Lan, what does Chuchu like to eat?"

Lan Qingyue: "..."

You touched her head too much.

"Chuchu likes to eat everything; she's not picky about food."

Meeting Lan Qingyue saved Chu Chu's picky eating.

Hehehe~~~