…

The next day.

At around ten o'clock in the morning, Xiangyi received a call from her agent Anan.

He asked nervously, "Dear, are you up?"

In the past, Xiangyi was always in a bad mood when she woke up, and if you accidentally disturbed her, you would be scolded.

Xiangyi turned on the speakerphone, placed her phone on the flower stand, and used gardening shears to trim off a few withered daisies.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Her biological clock is very accurate. No matter where she is, she gets up on time at seven o'clock unless it rains or snows.

Anan heaved a sigh of relief and said in a flattering tone, "My dear, do you want to reconsider that variety show last time? After all, you don't have any other announcements, and you're just sitting there doing nothing..."

Xiangyi thought for a moment and said, "Come to my house and we can talk in person. I'll send you the address."

After hanging up the phone, Anan was still a little confused. Didn't Xiangyi live in the apartment rented by the company? Did she move?

…

One hour later.

Anan's eyes widened as he looked at the magnificent black iron gate.

There is a Roman-style fountain in front of the European-style villa, and the garden... oh no, it should be called a manor. It is full of flowers. Roses bloom best in late spring. At a quick glance, there are at least dozens of varieties, including shrubs and vines.

Further ahead, there are endless...vegetable fields.

Further away, there seems to be a farm.

The door opened automatically, and Xiangyi, who was wearing a white cotton skirt and a light-colored straw hat, waved at him. She was carrying a hand-woven wicker basket filled with freshly picked fruits and vegetables.

Anan was worried. He trotted to Xiangyi and looked at her with tears in his eyes. "My dear, have you been locked up here? Just like in the novels, the overbearing president locked you up here and forbade you to go anywhere. You can only be his little golden bird..."

Xiang Yi smiled and said, "Don't worry, our country has a complete set of criminal laws. This is the house my mother left me, and no one is restricting my personal freedom."

Anan finally breathed a sigh of relief and asked curiously, "Why are there so many vegetable fields? The terrain here doesn't look like farmland."

He had heard a little about Xiangyi's family background, and heard that they were a wealthy family, so he was not too surprised.

“Oh, it was originally a golf course, but it was later transformed.”

Anan: ???

He wondered vaguely, is the life of rich people so plain and down-to-earth?

"It's time for dinner. There's a small pot of rice left over from yesterday. How about some fried rice with eggs?" Xiangyi asked, tilting her head.

Anan: "Ah? Do you have a nanny? I don't know how to cook..."

He subconsciously thought that Xiangyi wouldn't know either.

"I can."

"...Wow, you're awesome, really great!" Anan praised with a guilty conscience. As a manager who is a fan of flattery, praising his own artists is a professional accomplishment.

"Hey, dear, you haven't shown your face for a long time. Why don't you start a live broadcast of cooking?"

Dark cuisine is dark cuisine, just like black and red are also red.

Anan comforted himself in a very optimistic manner, thinking that no matter how bad Xiangyi cooked it, he would eat it without hesitation... every bite!