Quick Transmigration: Host, Please Be a Mute Beauty

"It doesn't matter." Zhang Huifang scooped out a bowl of soup with a spoon and handed it to Jiang Qiao.

Jiang Qiao was in a daze.

Is this woman indifferent to her husband's death, or indifferent to everything she is facing now?

She took the soup, blew away the steam, and took a sip; she was truly starving.

The soup is a simple vegetable and vermicelli soup made in a rural setting. It contains no meat or fish, but it is delicious.

Zhang Huifang was a very capable woman; she was busy while Jiang Qiao sat and drank soup.

A short while later, Li You returned with a girl.

The girl was very thin, looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old, and appeared malnourished. Her clothes were obviously ill-fitting, hanging loosely on her body. She had her hair in standard double braids, had wheat-colored skin, but her eyes were very bright.

Jiang Qiao greeted her with a smile, "Hello."

The girl immediately lowered her head, her cheeks flushed, and she didn't say anything.

Jiang Qiao didn't mind; young girls are always a bit shy.

Zhang Huifang took the bamboo basket from her back and said, "Let's eat."

Li Zhaodi nodded and pulled Li You to wash his hands.

The water vat was very large, and the water inside was almost gone. Li Zhaodi had to use a lot of effort to scoop some out with a ladle.

Li You splashed water on his face. "Sis, her name is Jiang Qiao. Isn't she beautiful? Several people from out of town came to the village today, driving cars. They looked so impressive. Mom said they were celebrities. What are celebrities?"

Curiosity flashed in Li Zhaodi's eyes as she rubbed the mud off her arms over and over again. "Celebrities are people who shine like stars. They are all very capable and rich. Don't be naughty, or Mom will beat you."

"Mom would never hit me."

"Anyway, just don't be naughty."

……

The kitchen was so hot it was hard to breathe, but there was a slight breeze at the front door. Although it was hot, it was bearable.

Jiang Qiao took a bowl of soup and half a steamed bun to the door to eat.

The photographer pointed the lens at Jiang Qiao, signaling her to say a few words.

Jiang Qiao understood, picked up a cabbage leaf and waved it in front of the camera a couple of times, "Delicious."

Photographer: ...And then, say something else...

Jiang Qiao ignored it; she was sweltering and had nothing to say at that moment.

I Want to Go to Heaven: [No way, this is all they're going to eat? This family is so stingy! Who are they trying to fool with cabbage leaves?]

Killing Rose: [Just came from another live stream, and the host has already killed a chicken to entertain guests! Gu Qingshi is eating with great relish.]

It's all scripted: [I'm outta here, this livestream isn't interesting! I'm going to watch my Ningbao instead~]

A Westerner might say: "What's so interesting about Ye Yuning? She's just putting on an act. Her fans should go and tell her to learn how to manage her expressions! Her disdain for country bumpkins is practically written all over her face. Disgusting!"

The second male lead is mine: [Finally someone said it! I was just saying in Ye Yuning's live stream that she disliked the food her host cooked, and her fans are practically tearing me apart!]

Hand-sewn person: [Hilarious! Her fans are the most bizarre. They even tried to defend Ye Yuning, saying she wasn't complaining about the food, but just had a nascent illness. But who frowns and glances when they're nascent illness?!]

Dudu: [I didn't see any signs of her being unwell! The host made her a special steamed egg custard, which she accidentally dropped on the floor. There was even a woman in her postpartum period at that house who didn't get any egg custard, and she wasted it!]

For some reason, hundreds of people suddenly flooded into Jiang Qiao's live stream, and the comments were all cursing Ye Yuning.

Jiang Qiao took a bite of the steamed bun in her hand (chewing). She couldn't see the comments, only the number of people, and assumed that everyone enjoyed watching her eat.

She winked at the photographer, "Hey, look! Everyone loves to see people enjoying their food."

The cameraman who can see the comments: ...Whatever makes you happy. ˉ\_(ツ)_/ˉ

Just as everyone was having a good time complaining in Jiang Qiao's live stream, Ye Yuning's fans noticed something was wrong.

The enemy will arrive on the battlefield in three seconds!

Ningning thought to herself: [First of all, we are all rational fans. Secondly, my Ningbao is so understanding; she's not complaining, she's just really having trouble adjusting!]

Powder is fighting back...

Finally, tired of arguing, some fans started to change the subject.

Love Ning for Ten Thousand Years: [I don't know why everyone is criticizing my Ningning in Jiang Qiao's live stream. Is someone deliberately trying to start a fight?]

[I also think, why is everyone criticizing Ningning in Jiang Qiao's live stream?]

[Is this celebrity surnamed Jiang deliberately trying to stir up trouble? What? Is he trying to smear Ningning just because a has-been celebrity suddenly makes a comeback?]

Although they look alike, I still think my Ningning is the prettiest.

……

The live stream went from fans arguing to one-sided attacks on Jiang Qiao.

Jiang Qiao, who knew nothing about this, watched as the number of viewers in the live stream increased, and she became very curious.

Jiang Qiao decided to livestream every meal from now on, not for any other reason than to gain popularity.

……

the other side.

The open-air courtyard is peaceful and cozy.

The courtyard was shaded by large trees, and the family sat around a worn wooden table with a simple meal laid out on it. They were all huddled together, their faces beaming with genuine smiles.

Ye Yuning was lucky; the family she chose wasn't bad, just a bit too big for them.

An elderly couple, their two sons and daughters-in-law, and a baby.

The elderly couple warmly welcomed Ye Yuning, telling her stories of the place's past and hoping she could stay there with peace of mind.

Ye Yuning held a bowl of corn porridge and sipped it little by little, but after a long time, she didn't seem to have drunk much.

Liu, who was standing to the side, was still unhappy because Ye Yuning had just dropped the egg custard. She was still in her postpartum period, and all the good things in the house were given to this new woman.

"Miss Ye, are you dissatisfied with our food? To be honest, our village is still struggling to escape poverty. What we're serving you today is the best we have in the village."

Sister-in-law Liu's tone wasn't exactly bad, just a little resentful.

Upon hearing this, Ye Yuning felt embarrassed and could only laugh awkwardly, saying that she wasn't disgusted, but just not used to it.

Before Sister-in-law Liu could say anything more, her husband kicked her under the table, signaling her to stop talking.

"I'm full, I'm going inside to feed the baby." Feeling uncomfortable, Sister Liu put down her chopsticks and went into the room behind her.

Seeing this, Ye Yuning also put down her chopsticks. She had long since lost her appetite; the food here was filthy, and she couldn't swallow a single bite.

She stood up and apologized, "I'm sorry, I've caused trouble for this family. I've eaten, and I'd like to wander around the village and get familiar with the surroundings."

Ye Yuning went out and looked at the dwindling number of viewers in the live stream, feeling puzzled.

Logically speaking, among the seven guests this time, apart from Fu Yanci and Gu Qingshi, she is the most famous, so the number of viewers in the live broadcast room should not be so small.

Ye Yuning had no idea that her fans were attacking Jiang Qiao in Jiang Qiao's live stream.

She looked at the impoverished place and sighed. What era is this? How can there still be such a poor place?

After Ye Yuning left.

The people in the courtyard looked at each other in bewilderment. The oldest, Old Liu, glared at his eldest son and said, "Keep an eye on your wife. They are guests. Be more tolerant."

Liu Daqiang smiled憨厚ly, "I know, Dad. I'll go in and talk to her later."