The sweetest in the entertainment industry

That evening, Gu Lanxi and her team quietly returned to China.

The next evening, he collapsed onto the big sofa in his new home in Hengdian.

After she rested for a while, Aunt Wang stewed some five-finger peach and pork bone soup for her and told her to get up and drink a bowl:
"Spring drowsiness, autumn fatigue, and summer lethargy—this soup invigorates the spleen and lungs, promotes qi circulation, and dispels dampness. A bowl of it is as nourishing as ginseng!"

When they came to stay for a while, Aunt Wang and Aunt Xiao came to cook, Aunt Chen came to clean and also took charge of the laundry room, Lao Ding stayed at home to manage the garden, and Lao Qin stayed to look after the family's treasures. In addition, the new furniture was all familiar to them, so they should have felt a strong sense of belonging.

But Gu Lanxi did not feel at ease in this house.

This is just a temporary place to stay, and the security in the community is not as good as at home. Apart from two modern oil paintings in the living room to make it look nice, the other art decorations are just ordinary handicrafts.

There's a sense of stagnation and a feeling of just getting by.

She knew that she felt this way because she wasn't in a good state of mind.

After just three days of long-distance travel and jet lag, she felt weak all over and had no energy to do anything.

It was lunchtime in Paris when Lu Nanting video-called her. Seeing that she was drinking soup, he sighed and said he wanted to go home.

Gu Lanxi is very attached to her home. If she goes to work in a nearby place, she usually makes the round trip on the same day.

The soup contained corn and carrots, with yellow ginger slices floating on the side of the bowl, making it look very pretty. Just one bite brought back the feeling of home.

"Work hard, I'll pick you up when you come back."

"You should be heading to the Northwest by then. I'll be waiting for you at home, so don't worry."

Lu Nanting was eating lunch, his eyes fixed on her, and as he stared, he couldn't help but laugh.

"why are you laughing?"

"That video is really cute."

Gu Lanxi has always maintained a very proper image, but since getting together with Lu Nanting, she has gradually revealed more facets of herself.

Domineering, charming, cute... quite different from before.

Gu Lanxi blushed at his laughter, glared at him, and tried to save face: "It's all marketing, don't believe it."

"Yes, I've known you for many years, and I know you best."

Lu Nanting nodded seriously, but soon couldn't hold back and laughed again.

Gu Lanxi forced a smile and tried to remain calm: "At my age, what's wrong with being childish once in a while? What's so funny?!"

She simply found those things interesting, and she was quite proactive and didn't care much about what others thought. In her opinion, living authentically was the best thing ever, so what was so funny about it?
Besides that video, Mei Xue also arranged for multiple accounts to leak various information.

For example, when I showed her that while waiting for someone, she braided all the grass leaves hanging down from the roadside flower bed into little braids; or when she was skateboarding, she accidentally scraped her finger and put it in her mouth, sucking on it while her eyes welled up with tears...

Today, the entire internet is probably being guided by her studio to say that she has a charmingly unexpected personality.

"No, I just think you're cute. You probably haven't had a chance to see it yet. Besides what Sister Anita released, your long-time fans have also released a lot of material, and they all say you're cute."

"Oh? What did you release?"

Lu Nanting loved telling her funny stories, even though those Yuanbao brothers were like mother hens protecting their chicks, constantly pecking at his butt, he still followed those big fans.

This material was obtained from a certain Yuanbao brother.

"It must have been the year before last, when we were filming 'Dark Tide 1943' in Shanghai. A group of little Yuanbao came to visit you on set, bringing all sorts of gifts and lots of letters. But as soon as we met, you just stared at the old hen in the net bag. You insisted on taking it and holding it. You wouldn't stop even while holding it, you kept rocking it back and forth. But the hen's head remained steady, and its little eyes kept staring at you. You played like that for at least ten minutes."

Gu Lanxi still remembers this; it was the first time a fan had given her an old hen.

“They saw Reuters and said I was starving on set, so they specially sent this over. I couldn’t eat on set either, so they used their connections to invite Aunt Wang over.”

From then on, whenever her fans caught chickens for her, Aunt Wang was able to cook them for her.

"The first time I found out your fans were visiting the set, I knew they'd definitely catch you a hen. Do you know what my expression was?" "Tears of envy streaming down your face? Humph~"

Little Yuanbao is very loyal. After she first did this and found that she really liked it, it became a tradition.

To date, she has eaten authentic old hens caught by fans from the countryside all over the country.

Sometimes, to give her a change of pace, I would catch a tender young rooster and make her chicken stew or poached chicken.

Thinking of these things, Gu Lanxi felt a sweet warmth in her heart and a sense of happiness.

“I still remember last year, someone came to visit me in Kaiyuan County and brought sweet potatoes from my hometown. They were all-natural and pollution-free, small, and especially sweet. Aunt Wang would only steam one for me every morning and wouldn’t let me eat more…”

"Yes, and people will also bring you winter bamboo shoots, spring bamboo shoots, sesame oil made from sesame seeds grown at home, bok choy hearts freshly picked from the garden this morning, newly harvested rice from your grandma's house, a handful of wampee, a handful of lychees..."

Lu Nanting's tone was a little sour: "Right now, everyone in your personal supertopic is saying that they've taken good care of you."

"Doesn't anyone say I'm a foodie?"

She doesn't consider herself a person who is very fond of food.

"Yes, but most people say you're very brave."

"Oh?"

Lu Nanting sighed: "We usually don't accept food, but you're the only one who'd eat anything we give you."

“I won’t accept gifts from strangers. I only accept gifts from long-time fans I know well.”

Well, only Gu Lanxi would dare to do something like this.

She can remember anyone who has ever shown their face in front of her.

She knows better than anyone who is a true fan, a fake fan, and a hater.

"Tsk, someone's asking how to successfully feed you, the comments section is going crazy."

As Gu Lanxi said, she doesn't accept food from just anyone.

"Some people say they can only support you, and you won't accept multiple fandoms. Others say they want to have met you in person at least eight times, not even once less..."

"Nonsense!"

Seeing that she finally showed a relaxed smile, Lu Nanting was relieved.

"Get some rest. You have to go to the film set tomorrow, right? Don't be upset, I'll be back in a few days, okay?"

"I'm not unhappy, I'm just tired. I don't like being a frequent flyer."

"Ah."

After Lu Nanting finished the last bite of bread and took a sip of water, Gu Lanxi heard Zhang Mingyuan calling him. Before saying goodbye, she said shyly:
"Thank you for comforting me. I'll be fine at home."

Lu Nanting chuckled and gave him a loud flying kiss.

The video call ended, and I drank half a bowl of soup.

Gu Lanxi opened Weibo and, for the first time, used her main account to suddenly appear in the super topic, replying to the comments under the accounts that were arguing the most:

Sometimes I just have a tight schedule and too much stuff to put anywhere. I suggest writing to me; I'll carry a bigger bag and enjoy the journey. It'll be very pleasant.

Gu lies without batting an eye, completely contradicting what he just told Lu Nanting.

However, he can be quite sincere at times:

[Everyone has more than one side. It's normal to treat different people differently depending on how close or distant you are. I'm not some fairy from heaven; I'm human, very down-to-earth.] (End of Chapter)