Chapter 4
The Draw
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The production team announced the lunch mission.
We would cook together.
One person would draw a special card and deliver lunch to Gavin’s set.
I had a bad feeling.
When it was my turn, I drew a card with a bullseye.
Wonderful.
I wanted to punch the earth.
Mission:
Deliver lunch to Gavin Gu.
I raised my hand.
“I can’t drive.”
Ryan raised his hand.
“I’ll drive her.”
My idol.
My universal good boy.
Sabrina immediately said,
“I want to swap with you.”
My rebellious bones activated.
“No.”
The director also said no.
Drama first.
We cooked.
Or rather, Ryan cooked and we useless people assisted.
Vanessa and I could not cook.
Sabrina tried to build a virtuous-wife image and made several dishes.
Ryan made sweet-and-sour pork.
When packing the lunch, he said,
“Pack more sweet-and-sour pork.”
“Gavin likes it?” Vanessa asked.
“He loves it.”
Ryan even packed a second lunch box.
“Gavin eating alone would be boring.”
I looked at him.
Why was my idol pushing me toward my cheap husband?
Ryan drove me to the film set.
When we arrived, he turned off the car cameras and audio.
Then he smiled.
“Auntie, we’re here.”
I blinked.
“Auntie?”
“Gavin is my uncle,” he said. “You married my uncle, right?”
My brain emptied.
Ryan Gu.
My idol.
Was Gavin’s nephew.
I was Ryan Gu’s aunt by marriage.
I stepped out of the car in a daze.
Ryan made a zipper motion over his mouth.
“Don’t worry. No one heard.”
Then he drove away.
My idol abandoned me.
As my nephew.
I walked into the set and found Gavin.
I pulled him aside.
“My status is Ryan’s aunt?”
Gavin nodded.
“Yes.”
“You are Ryan’s uncle?”
“Yes.”
I opened the lunch box and handed him chopsticks.
“Unbelievable.”
He accepted them calmly.
Then opened a takeout bag.
Spicy blood stew.
My eyes lit up.
“When did you order this?”
“When I knew you were coming.”
Good person.
A person who understands spicy blood stew cannot be completely evil.
The camera crew knocked.
Gavin looked at me.
I nodded.
Film away.
This was a show mission anyway.
I ate happily.
Out of basic manners, I gave Gavin a piece of duck blood.
“Try it.”
He ate it.
“Good, right?”
I gave him another piece.
He smiled and nodded.
Live comments went wild.
“Gavin ate duck blood?”
“He doesn’t eat spicy food!”
“There is something here.”
I finished quickly.
Gavin put down his chopsticks too.
“How do I get back?” I asked.
“I have one scene left. I moved it to afternoon. I wrap today. Wait for me and we’ll go back together.”
Fine.
Waiting for Best Actor is my honor.
Ha.
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