“What did I just see? A Divine Horse?”
“This Nima is way too bold!”
“This scene is a bit…”
“I think Ge Yan is helping the cow give birth!”
…
Ge Yan’s hand probed along the birth canal, and the camera quickly shifted its focus—otherwise, the scene would have become too bloody and violated regulations.
From the old black cow’s throat came a hoarse sound, intermittent, as if it were about to burst out.
Sweat beaded more heavily on Ge Yan’s forehead, her heart clenched tightly into a knot.
The next moment, she suddenly felt something and pulled hard—the calf’s other leg was tugged out.
Seizing the opportunity, Qin Dehua hurried forward, grabbed the other leg, and together they pulled outward. Shen Yan, after steeling himself for a long time, gritted his teeth and stepped up to help as well.
Bit by bit, the calf was finally pulled out, landing stiffly on the ground like a kite with a broken string.
Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the calf lying on the ground.
Then, the calf’s head twitched slightly.
It was alive!
Ge Yan jumped for joy and high-fived Qin Dehua.
Aunt Chen hugged the old cow, crying until she was breathless, then began laughing after a while.
“Thank you, young lady!” Aunt Chen said, overwhelmed with gratitude.
The onlooking elderly men and women also couldn’t stop marveling.
“This girl really has some skills!”
“Yes, yes, she’s beautiful and brave too.”
Ge Yan took off her blood-stained gloves, though her legs had long gone weak from fear.
As she left the crowd, Cen Yan stood at the periphery, her face pale and horrified as she stared at Ge Yan as if she had seen a ghost.
Ge Yan deliberately avoided Cen Yan—if she couldn’t handle her, she could at least steer clear!
Song Xiyuan was also shocked: “Is this woman crazy? She dares to do anything!”
Cen Yan steadied herself: “Whether she’s crazy or not isn’t important. What matters is that the public’s attention is on her now.”
Song Xiyuan gritted her teeth coldly: “She’s really playing this game with Mastery of Fire.”
“I never realized before how capable she is.”
Song Xiyuan glanced at Cen Yan and immediately said, “So what? Mr. Shen still likes you the most, not her. No matter how much she shows off, she can’t compare to you.”
A faint, mocking smile curled at the corner of Cen Yan’s lips: “Is that so?”
Song Xiyuan nodded: “Everyone knows Ge Yan is your substitute. Otherwise, with her background, she wouldn’t even have been able to enter the entertainment industry!”
Beneath Cen Yan’s gentle smile, her teeth were clenched tightly.
“Let’s go back.”
Ge Yan returned home, took a shower, changed her clothes, and collapsed heavily onto the bed.
To be honest, her hands were still trembling.
She had been scared too, but at that moment, she couldn’t just stand by and watch the calf and the old cow die together.
Just as Cen Yan was about to dry her hair, someone knocked on the door again.
When she opened it, it was Aunt Chen.
“Auntie?”
Aunt Chen held a cleaned chicken in her hand: “Young lady, thank you for today. This old woman has nothing else to give, but I hope you won’t mind.” With that, she handed the chicken to her.
Cen Yan took it and smiled: “There’s no need, Auntie. I only did a little.”
Aunt Chen’s face was full of kindness: “You must take it, or I’ll feel guilty!”
“Keep it for your own family. We’re young, it’s fine.”
“This is an old woman’s heartfelt gesture. Please accept it.”
Seeing this, Cen Yan couldn’t refuse.
“Alright, thank you, Auntie.”
“I’ll be going now.””Auntie, take care on your way.”
Aunt Chen waved her hand and turned to leave.
Ge Yan looked at the chicken and thought of the earlier scene, couldn’t help but laugh.
The barrage also erupted with excitement.
“Lei Feng Ge Yan!”
“Wow, this is the highest honor in the village.”
“Congratulations to Ge Yan for gaining a fan!”
In the afternoon, everyone busily tidied their small vegetable gardens, while Ge Yan spent a long time bustling in the kitchen.
Seeing Ge Yan had chopped a table full of side dishes—lettuce, tofu, potato slices, lotus root slices, along with small chili peppers, cilantro, and garlic, all bought last time in town.
The first to arrive was Qin Dehua, who widened his eyes: “So lavish?”
Ge Yan felt a bit smug: “There’s chicken too!”
Qin Dehua: “Impressive, impressive, you’re practically my idol!”
Ge Yan: “I’ll prepare first, there’s still a mysterious ingredient later.” Seeing Shen Yan and Song Ruan also return, Ge Yan started heating the oil in the wok: “You all set the table… oh right, put out eight chairs.”
Qin Dehua paused: “Eight?”
“I’m inviting a friend over.”
“?!” Qin Dehua was incredulous: “You have friends here?”
“Mhm.” Ge Yan hummed lightly in response, scooping up the scallions, ginger, and garlic with a cleaver and tossing them into the wok to stir-fry until fragrant.
Qin Dehua and the others got busy, and before long, Lin Dang and Song Xiyuan also arrived.
No matter how much they clashed in real life, they had to put on a show in front of the camera.
Song Xiyuan even considerately ran to the kitchen door to ask: “Sister Ge Yan, do you need any help?”
Her account had been losing followers a bit quickly these days, and she wanted to salvage it.
Ge Yan glanced at her and mimicked her tone: “Aren’t you tired talking with that forced voice all the time?”
“I…” Song Xiyuan’s face instantly stiffened, her voice returning to its natural tone.
“N… not tired.”
Ge Yan didn’t expose her further; she just wanted to annoy her a little.
“Come on, Xixi is naturally like this, she was the same in H Country!”
“Ge Yan is always targeting Song Xiyuan!”
“Ge Yan said what I’ve always wanted to say.”
Song Ruan took the “mysterious ingredient” out of the fridge.
Hotpot meatballs!
Just then, Ge Yan lifted the lid of the pot. Inside, the broth was bubbling and steaming, the chicken almost cooked, bubbles rising from within, and a rich aroma wafted out. Song Ruan couldn’t help but take a deep breath: “It smells amazing!”
Song Xiyuan also couldn’t help but swallow her saliva.
Lin Dang sighed: “First barbecue, now hotpot—what kind of heavenly life are we living!”
Ge Yan: “You all start eating first, I’m going to call a friend.”
Cen Yan had just stepped out when she saw Ge Yan rushing energetically out of the courtyard.
Cen Yan didn’t ask further and sat at the table, noticing there were still two empty chairs.
“Who else is coming?”
Song Xiyuan: “No idea.”
Cen Yan nodded, smiling gently: “Then let’s wait for her to come back before we eat.”
The knocking was slow, and Song Bojian didn’t need to check the monitor to know who it was.
Zhang Butler wasn’t around, so he went to open the door himself.
The door opened, and sure enough, it was Ge Yan.
Song Bojian remained expressionless: “What brings Miss Ge here?”
Ge Yan smiled: “Mr. Song treated me to a meal, so naturally, I have to return the favor!”
Song Bojian thought he misheard—was Ge Yan taking him to her place to eat?Ge Yan added, “We can turn off the live stream so it won’t disturb you.”
“…”
Thinking he didn’t want to go, Ge Yan felt a bit awkward. “It’s fine, I’ll head out first then.”