The dating reality show host just wanted to give up, but the rich girl fell for him.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The hustle and bustle of the entire farmers' market seemed to be silenced by Aunt Li's deep and resonant remark, "A big bottom is good for childbirth."

The elderly men and women who had been haggling over the price all stopped what they were doing, and a dozen pairs of eyes, full of gossip and affection, turned to Jiang Ruoyun like spotlights.

This is a live broadcast.

Millions of viewers are watching the screen.

Jiang Ruoyun froze on the spot.

In a normal, worldly setting, who would dare to comment on the eldest daughter of the Jiang family like that? They would probably be fired the next day for "stepping into the company with their left foot first."

But here, in the vegetable market filled with the smells of fresh produce and earth, and facing a kind-hearted auntie with a shiny face and a wide, toothy grin, Jiang Ruoyun's aura of authority completely failed.

Her face flushed bright red instantly.

The blush spread from her slender swan neck all the way to her ears, making her look like a freshly cooked Australian lobster.

She instinctively wanted to refute it.

She wanted to project the aloof and domineering image of a female CEO, coldly saying, "You've misunderstood."

but……

When she caught a glimpse of the man beside her, wearing flip-flops and carrying groceries with a helpless expression, the words that were about to come out of her mouth seemed to be blocked by cotton.

She lowered her head slightly, her once proud chin almost buried in her chest, her two small hands, dressed in Chanel haute couture, tightly gripped the hem of her dress, and her red-soled high heels nervously rubbed against the cement floor covered with vegetable leaves.

Surprisingly... there was no rebuttal.

Not only did she not refute, but her big, watery peach blossom eyes also secretly and quickly glanced at Lin Mo.

There was no anger at being offended in his eyes, but rather a hint of...smugness?

[Holy crap! Holy crap! This reaction is weird!]

[President Jiang! Stand up straight, President Jiang! You're a cool and aloof female CEO, you should be angry if people say you have a big butt!]

[What's with that shy, downcast look? This is clearly the reaction of a new bride meeting her parents!]

[Oh no, I screen-recorded that look in his eyes! It's so sweet!]

Aunt Li's direct approach has turned the window into a hornet's nest!

[Official confirmation: Big butt, great for childbearing! I'm totally shipping this couple, I swallowed the key!]

Lin Mo looked at Jiang Ruoyun's scalp, which was practically steaming, and sighed helplessly.

This young lady is usually quite shrewd, so why does she always mess things up at times like this?

If we don't deny it now, how will we explain it later?

He wanted to be eliminated and go home as soon as possible. If he was really tied to this dating reality show, when would the penalty for breach of contract ever end?

"Auntie, you've misunderstood."

Lin Mo lifted the plastic bag in his hand, trying to clarify the facts in a serious tone, "We're not a couple, this is me..."

He hesitated for a moment.

He said he was the boss? No, he signed a confidentiality agreement.

Calling them friends? That doesn't seem quite right.

"This is my... creditor." Lin Mo finally thought of a suitable word.

Well, they owe five million in penalties for breach of contract, so it's fair to say they're creditors.

However, Aunt Li clearly has her own set of logic.

With a flourish, the gleaming meat cleaver in her hand traced a bold arc in the air.

"Oh! The young man is still shy!"

Aunt Li, with a knowing look on her face, winked and said, "These young people nowadays are so shy. What creditor or creditor? The way this girl looks at you—I've been selling meat for thirty years, do you think I'd misjudge her?"

As she spoke, Aunt Li raised her knife and brought it down.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

A large piece of pork belly with alternating layers of fat and lean meat and beautiful marbling was chopped off.

Aunt Li deftly tied a straw rope around the hand and stuffed it directly into Jiang Ruoyun's hand, saying with great gusto:

"Here you go! This is a gift from your aunt! When you get back, ask this young man to make you some braised pork to nourish your body, so you can try to have two children in three years!"

Jiang Ruoyun's hand suddenly felt heavy.

That piece of pork belly, still smelling of meat, seemed heavier to her than the diamonds in her safe at that moment.

She looked at the piece of meat, somewhat at a loss, and then at Aunt Li, whose face was full of smiles.

Given her past obsession with cleanliness, she would never touch raw meat tied directly with straw rope.

But at that moment, she inexplicably accepted it.

Then, she gave Aunt Li an incredibly sweet smile, her voice soft and gentle:

"Thank you... thank you, Auntie."

【boom--!】

The live stream chat exploded.

[She accepted it! She accepted it! Jiang Ruoyun actually accepted that piece of pork!]

[And she even said thank you! Does that count as tacit agreement?]

[Lin Mo: I said it's the creditor. Aunt Li: Okay, groom. Jiang Ruoyun: Thank you for your blessings.]

Lin Mo's "What a terrible thing!" expression cracked me up!

This isn't a dating reality show; it's more like "The Daily Life of a Newlywed Couple at the Market"!

Meanwhile, inside a high-end apartment in Yunhai City.

"Snapped!"

An expensive glass was smashed hard on the floor and shattered into pieces.

Su Qing stared intently at the tablet screen. Her once exquisitely made-up face was now twisted and contorted with extreme jealousy.

On the screen, Jiang Ruoyun was carrying the piece of pork, following behind Lin Mo, as the two walked out of the market one after the other.

Although the background was noisy and full of street life, the atmosphere between the two was dazzlingly harmonious.

"Why should I?!"

Su Qing screamed, her nails almost digging into her flesh, "Is Jiang Ruoyun blind? How could someone of her status possibly be interested in a piece of trash like Lin Mo?!"

"That's a wet market! A wet market full of sewage and reeking of filth!"

"Before, when I asked Lin Mo to go grocery shopping, I always made him wash the vegetables thoroughly before bringing them in. But Jiang Ruoyun actually... actually went shopping with him, and even hugged a piece of pork and laughed like an idiot?!"

Su Qing couldn't understand.

In her value system, a date should involve upscale restaurants, flowers, wine, and designer handbags.

Lin Mo's behavior of taking people to the market is a typical example of a "submissive man".

But why...?

Why are so many comments saying "So sweet" in the live chat?

Why was the usually aloof and arrogant eldest daughter of the Jiang family so gentle when she looked at Lin Mo's back?

An unprecedented sense of panic and frustration welled up inside me.

Su Qing recalled the three years she had spent with Lin Mo.

Although Lin Mo was poor, he was indeed a very good cook.

But she never cherished it, always complaining about the strong smell of cooking oil and preferring to eat expensive but unpalatable Western food.

"Impossible...this must be scripted!"

Su Qing gritted her teeth, picked up her phone, and posted a Weibo message:

"Some people really go to great lengths to create a persona. Why are rich heiresses pretending to be down-to-earth? Aren't they afraid of getting pork grease on their haute couture dress? How hypocritical!"

However, as soon as the Weibo post was published, it was drowned out by the wave of "I'm dying of love," and no one cared about her ex's impotent rage.

……

sunset.

The sunset over the sea painted the entire sky a gentle orange-red.

On the way back from the market to the Heartbeat Hut, two long shadows stretched out and intertwined with each step.

Lin Mo was carrying several bags.

In his left hand was a still-living crucian carp, in his right hand was a bag of potatoes and green vegetables, and under his arm was a bundle of scallions.

The faded gray T-shirt was slightly damp with sweat, and the flip-flops on his feet made a lazy "pat-pat" sound on the asphalt road.

Jiang Ruoyun, walking beside him, had a completely different style.

She was wearing a Chanel suit worth six figures and red-soled high heels, but she was tightly clutching the piece of pork belly that Aunt Li had given her in one hand, and two green scallions, also given to her by Aunt Li, in the other hand.

This scene, far from being jarring, possesses a strange and beautiful quality.

That is the ultimate romance called "the warmth of everyday life".

"Are you tired?" Lin Mo turned his head and glanced at Jiang Ruoyun.

This pampered young lady has followed me for so long without uttering a single complaint.

"Not tired."

Jiang Ruoyun shook her head, a few strands of hair hanging down beside her ears, gently blown by the sea breeze.

She looked at the fish in Lin Mo's hand, licked her lips, and said with bright eyes, "Lin Mo, I want to eat braised pork and crucian carp and tofu soup."

Her tone was so natural, like she was coquettishly talking to her husband who had just come home from get off work.

Lin Mo rolled her eyes, but her steps involuntarily slowed down to match her pace:

"Braised pork takes too long; it needs to be stewed for an hour."

"I don't care, my aunt said this meat is for me to nourish my body." Jiang Ruoyun confidently brought up Aunt Li's authority.

Lin Mo: "..."

"Okay, okay, let's stew it."

Lin Mo reluctantly conceded, "But it's a deal, you're responsible for washing the dishes."

"Deal!" Jiang Ruoyun agreed quickly. As for whether she would wash it or not, that was something to worry about after dinner.

The two walked side by side in the sunset.

There was no deliberate hand-holding, no cheesy sweet talk.

There was only rambling about what to have for dinner, and the occasional soft laugh carried on the sea breeze.

I cried, I really did.

Isn't this the life I've always dreamed of? Someone asks if your porridge is warm, someone stands with you at dusk.

I used to think Lin Mo wasn't good enough for Jiang Ruoyun, but now I think it's Jiang Ruoyun who can't live without Lin Mo.

This simple, ordinary happiness is a complete and utter defeat for someone like Zhao Kuo, who's just a show-off!

Speaking of Zhao Kuo... how's the other group doing?

The director seemed to have heard the calls from the live chat, and the camera switched to another group of guests.

At this moment.

In the most bustling area of ​​the city center, in front of a luxuriously decorated Michelin three-star restaurant with luxury cars parked in front.

Zhao Kuo was dressed in a flashy white suit, his hair slicked back and shiny, like a peacock with its tail feathers spread.

Behind him followed Lin Chacha, who was also dressed up, but was clearly struggling to stand due to the torment of high heels.

"Cha Cha, I'll treat you to a nice meal tonight."

Zhao Kuo straightened his tie, walked confidently to the restaurant entrance, and snapped his fingers at the blond, blue-eyed waiter. "Two, best seats."

He deliberately threw in an English phrase and glanced at the camera, as if to show off his "elite style".

however.

The waiter maintained his polite smile but did not move aside; instead, he reached out and blocked him.

"Excuse me, sir."

The waiter asked in fluent Chinese, "Do you have a reservation?"

Zhao Kuo was stunned for a moment, his smile freezing on his face: "An appointment? I'm Zhao Kuo, from the Zhao Group..."

"Excuse me, sir."

The waiter's smile remained unchanged, but his tone became even more resolute: "Our restaurant operates on a strict reservation system. Moreover, tonight's entire place has been booked."

Zhao Kuo: "..."

Lin Chacha: "..."

A sea breeze blew by, and a strand of Zhao Kuo's carefully styled hair became disheveled.