Brother Cang…

How did he come back?

An Leyan suddenly felt a burst of excitement and quickly ran a few steps towards him, looking up and asking, “Why are you back? Did you forget something?”

What could I have forgotten?

Fu Shicang looked at the boy’s smiling face, but it was just…

He raised his hand and gently tapped the boy’s forehead. “Did I say I was leaving? I was just seeing Nie Changxing off and putting my luggage back.”

He spoke confidently, “It was agreed that today would be the last shooting day. I haven’t had dinner yet. How can it end now?”

An Leyan was stunned. “You came back for dinner!”

“Of course,” Fu Shicang opened the villa door, “but you don’t need to cook. I’ll do it myself.”

“You’re cooking?”

“Yep.” The lenses of his glasses gleamed faintly in the light as Fu Shicang nodded confidently.

An Leyan quickly nodded along, like a little tail, following Fu Shicang into the kitchen, watching him open the refrigerator.

“There’s still food,” Fu Shicang took out the box of shrimp and looked back at him. “Shrimp pasta, want some?”

Although he had just eaten dinner, An Leyan was genuinely curious about Fu Shicang’s cooking skills and nodded obediently.

Fu Shicang was busy in the kitchen for five minutes, finally finding the pot for boiling the pasta. Then he turned around three times in front of the cupboard before finding the leftover pasta from last time.

He boiled the water for the pasta and stared at the box of shrimp for a while, then glanced at An Leyan, who was standing beside him.

“Chef, could you guide me?”

An Leyan blinked. “Aren’t you the one who knows how to cook?”

“Right, I can cook.” Fu Shicang silently repeated the recipe he had checked this afternoon. “Just… I’m not as good as you. I want to learn some tricks from you.”

He leaned slightly toward him. “An Laoshi, could you guide me, please?”

The man’s voice was low, with a touch of charm, yet there was obvious amusement in his eyes.

“Alright, Xiaoyan, look at the camera, it’s still filming. Don’t ruin my image,” Fu Shicang whispered, awkwardly opening the box of shrimp. “I’ll cook, and you can quietly guide me from the side.”

His movements for frying the shrimp weren’t very skilled, and his knife skills were also average, but he was really doing it step by step.

He looked like a beginner cook, showing off what little he knew in front of his teacher.

“Don’t turn the heat too high,” An Leyan reached over and lowered the gas a little. “The oil is too hot, the shrimp will burn before they’re cooked.”

Fu Shicang watched him reach over, his body half-pressed between him and the stove, and the sweet fruity scent that rose made everything in the kitchen smell more aromatic than any of the ingredients.

“Is this much water enough?” he muttered, adding water to the pot.

“A little more,” An Leyan leaned over to check, “just a bit, that’s enough.”

The man beside him chuckled softly. “So precise?”

“Of course!” An Leyan glared at him.

In that world, there was a time when Brother Cang had a mild aversion to food, only eating familiar dishes, unable to eat anything if the taste was even slightly off. As a result, every meal time became a battle of wits.

For shrimp pasta, An Leyan would carefully record every ingredient and the amount of water used each time he made it. He also noted down Fu Shicang’s feedback after each meal, almost perfecting the recipe down to the gram. He could make it perfectly with his eyes closed.

After a laborious process, the seafood pasta was finally done. Fu Shicang secretly sighed in relief and brought the dish to the table.

An Leyan only took a small bowl for himself and left the rest of the shrimp and pasta for Fu Shicang.

“You’re rejecting me this much?” Fu Shicang’s heart sank a little, but he put on a brave face. “Come on, I’ll test it first.”

He didn’t have much hope, but after taking a bite of the pasta, he was stunned.

It seemed like it was made for his taste—so delicious!

“An Laoshi, you’re amazing!” he praised. “It’s really better than anything I’ve had before, even better than any restaurant I’ve been to.”

An Leyan wasn’t modest either. He took a bite and nodded. “Hmm, big success!”

To celebrate the success of the pasta, the two of them had a small glass of red wine.

While cleaning the dishes after dinner, An Leyan’s phone suddenly rang.

“Xiaoyan, are you coming home today?” his mom’s voice came through. “I checked the medicine cabinet yesterday, and you’re out of your Wu Lin medicine. Remember to bring some back when you’re on your way.”

“Wu Lin medicine?” An Leyan repeated it unfamiliarly. “Are you talking about WL-A?”

“Ah, yes, that foreign-named medicine. I can never remember it,” his mom continued. “The young master Bai is coming back late today, so I’ll be waiting a while before I can leave. Don’t miss the time to buy the medicine.”

Although An Leyan was still confused, he didn’t ask more questions and promised to bring it. After hanging up, he checked his phone and searched for information about Wu Lin disease, only to discover that in this world, patients with Wu Lin disease had to buy the special medicine WL-S from designated pharmacies with a prescription. To prevent scalpers, the patient had to buy it in person with their ID.

Such a strange setup, An Leyan shrugged. Maybe it’s a small difference between the two worlds or perhaps the author’s personal preference, but An Leyan didn’t pay it much attention.

“Your family’s urging you to go home?” Fu Shicang’s voice came from behind him. It didn’t take long before he had finished washing the dishes. “I’ll take you.”

“My mom reminded me to buy medicine,” An Leyan shook his phone, showing him the prescription he had just found. “Director Zhang said we can’t reveal the address. If you’re convenient, take me to the pharmacy, and I’ll go back by myself.”

“Alright,” Fu Shicang nodded and glanced at the pharmacy address. “It’s not far. We can take the ring road, and we’ll get there quickly.”

Although the pharmacy was located about ten kilometers away in the eastern part of the city, due to city regulations, the pharmacy for Wu Lin disease had to be within two kilometers of the patient’s residence. Knowing the location, finding it wouldn’t be difficult.

An Leyan didn’t have much to pack. He kept things neat, and in just ten minutes, everything was packed in his suitcase.

Fu Shicang pushed the suitcase as they walked out of the villa together.

“So fast, leaving already?” An Leyan looked back at the villa.

“You like it here?” Fu Shicang asked.

“Hmm, the environment is good, the space is big, but most importantly, there are many good friends here,” An Leyan said, reluctant to leave.

“If you like it, you could ask the production team if they rent out the house. After the filming ends, you could stay here for a while. You can even bring friends over to visit.”

An Le Yan shrank his neck and said, “Forget it, such a big villa, the monthly rent probably equals my entire year’s living expenses.”

He suddenly mischievously looked at the camera in front of the door and said, “Director Zhang, if this season of Delicious Relationship becomes a hit, do we get a share of the profits? Whether I can live in the villa depends on you.”

From the camera, Xiao Li’s voice came with laughter: “Director Zhang is focusing on the broadcast right now, but I’ll definitely pass your message on. By the way, I want a share of the profits too.”

Laughter from many people came through the microphone, and soon the door of the neighboring villa opened. The staff ran outside, and Xiao Li came over and handed An Le Yan his phone.

The two of them left the villa under the staff’s frequent waving.

Half an hour later, they stood in front of a dark pharmacy, looking at each other.

A sign hung on the door: “Closed due to electrical maintenance. Will reopen tomorrow morning. WL-S patients, please call: 13XX…”

An Le Yan turned around and looked at the bright lights on both sides: “How is this maintenance done? Is only their electricity broken?”

The boss lady of the fast food shop across the street laughed and said, “What maintenance? He’s just making up an excuse. Isn’t tonight the first episode of Delicious Relationship? He said it’s too much of a data drain to watch on his phone in the shop, so he went home to watch TV instead.”

The boss lady warmly greeted them, “Have you had dinner? Come eat at my place! I’ve got a TV; you can eat while watching.”

An Le Yan waved his hand with a smile, “We’ve already eaten. We’re going home to watch TV.”

He grabbed his luggage and led Fu Shi Cang back to the car. “Still watching TV? I bet if we sit in the shop for five minutes, someone will recognize you, and in ten minutes, your fans will surround us. This time, no one will save us.”

He said, taking out his suitcase and turned to Fu Shi Cang with a smile, “I’ll head out now. See you in a few days.”

He waved at Fu Shi Cang, but was caught by the wrist: “Aren’t you buying the medicine? I’ll call the boss to open the door.”

“Forget it,” An Le Yan shrugged, “I don’t even know where the pharmacy owner lives. What if they live far away? I’d feel bad if they couldn’t even watch the start of the show because of me.”

He smiled mysteriously, “I’m still hoping the show blows up and I get a share of the profits. How could I do something that would ruin it?”

Seeing his sparkling eyes, Fu Shi Cang couldn’t help but tilt his head and laugh, “Just this one ‘profit,’ it won’t affect your share.”

An Le Yan stuck out his tongue, looked at his wrist where Fu Shi Cang still held him, and gently tugged.

Fu Shi Cang didn’t let go.

This week of life felt like stepping into a beautiful peach blossom spring for him.

No family intrigues, no enemies watching closely, not even work pressure—everything was simple and easy. More importantly, the smiling face in front of him brought him warmth and vitality every moment.

At this moment, every second with him meant delaying the return to reality.

“Shi Cang?” An Le Yan spoke, reminding him.

His hand tightened a little more.

Fu Shi Cang wrapped his arm around him, pulling the boy in front of him.

His heartbeat quickened, and he resisted the urge to hold him. He reached out and gently rubbed the back of his neck. “Be careful on the road. If you need any help at home, just contact me.”

An Le Yan shrank from the warmth of his hand on his neck and lowered his eyes, reminding, “I don’t have your contact details, the show team doesn’t allow it.”

“Am I not a big star anymore, little fan?” Fu Shi Cang laughed lightly, leaning closer to his ear, “Do you know how to DM me on Weibo, Sweet Yan?”

Remembering his embarrassing Weibo name, An Le Yan felt a rush of panic. Thankfully, the original person wasn’t crazy enough to use “Bai’s Sweet Yan” as his Weibo name; otherwise, he’d really want to find a crack to hide in.

“Got it, I know.” He whispered in response and gently pulled his wrist, finally getting free.

“I’m going,” he grabbed his suitcase and walked a few steps, turning back to glance. After crossing the road, he turned again. Under the dim streetlight, the man was still leaning against the car, watching him.

He waved again and walked into the alley ahead.

An Le Yan’s mom’s rented house was in the old district, one of the oldest parts of Hai City.

The low private houses divided the plot into narrow alleys, with windows from different homes on either side.

On summer nights, it got dark late. By the time the night lights came on, most families had already finished dinner.

An Le Yan dragged his suitcase through the narrow path, hearing the conversations of the residents and the dialogues from TV dramas.

Ahead, a house had its window facing the TV, and the opening theme of Delicious Relationship played.

He stopped and looked inside the window.

As expected of Director Zhang, the footage shot this morning had already been included in the opening.

In the thin morning mist, a group of medieval handsome men looked around, as if they had wandered into a mysterious place.

They met at a carousel, surprised to examine each other.

In the next second, they experienced amusement park rides, but at the end, they were sent off to a villa.

In the villa, they lived together, laughed together, shared gifts, and went out together to explore the world…

The last shot was of everyone gathered in the living room.

An Le Yan:?

An Le Yan:!!!

It was the footage from today’s filming, but why… why did they make it look so suggestive!!!

In the picture, he seemed to have just woken up from a spring nap, his eyes lazy and blurry, surrounded by other guests.

They either stood or sat, surrounding him, each with an expression of longing, their gazes lingering on him.

An Le Yan’s face turned bright red.

Why was Fu Shi Cang so close to me?

Ahhh, as expected of the movie king, the moment he raised his eyes, his gaze seamlessly switched from infinite indulgence to a protective dragon, with flames seemingly sparking in his eyes, trying to isolate everyone.

But the other guests still tried to get closer, fighting the dragon’s imposing aura, their eyes lingering on his face, his body, the atmosphere intensely romantic.

Director Zhang, did you make a mistake? Why am I in the center of the frame?

Thankfully, the segment was short, only about three seconds before it faded, and the beautiful dining cart appeared on the screen, with the words Delicious Relationship slowly emerging in cursive.

A scream floated out of the window: “Oh my god, this scene is so suggestive! I’m sticking to this channel tonight, no one’s touching the remote from me!”

The sound of the scream startled An Le Yan, who was frozen outside the window. In an instant, he felt as though his entire body was on fire, and even his hair seemed to be burning.

In a panic, he hurriedly grabbed his suitcase and rushed back home, almost as if he was escaping.

He had planned to take a quick look, but now he didn’t even dare to turn on the TV.

Because of the airing of this opening sequence, #”Delicious Relationship” quickly soared to the trending topics.

The comments on the streaming window flooded in:

[Originally, I was just drawn in by that beautiful music, but I couldn’t stop watching after the opening. Is there anyone like me who repeated those three seconds 100 times?]

[I ran into the cast at the amusement park yesterday and watched some of the guests’ filming. I thought I had already seen the highlights, but when this medieval handsome man appeared in the opening, wow, the quality was multiplied by who knows how many times.]

[Director Zhang’s team’s post-production is indeed trustworthy, but this time it’s a huge breakthrough. I’m so excited for the main episodes!]

When the main show started, the first thing was that real-life heart-to-heart confrontation:

[Oh no, offending people right from the start, does this little cosplayer have any future left?]

[This explanation… it gives off such a strong commercial vibe. Is this a commercial for our Brother Fu’s new movie?]

[It’s said that he has already won awards, and the movie will be released domestically soon. I’m definitely going to support it when it does!]

[Honestly, I didn’t have much faith in Brother Fu playing a villain, but after seeing the last three seconds of this opening, I realize how narrow-minded I was.]

Perhaps because the scene with them splitting rooms was so unbelievable, it gave the audience a strong script feeling. The production team downplayed that part of the filming and only showed the moment when Fu Shicang won the game against An Le Yan.

But when Fu Shicang announced that he would share a room with An Le Yan, especially during the scene when he questioned him under the stairs, the comments exploded again:

[Haha, this is revenge, right? It must be revenge!]

[I told you, someone as proud as Brother Fu couldn’t just swallow this humiliation.]

[The fly rubbing its hands, I wonder how Brother Fu will get back at him.]

A few minutes later:

[Hahaha, no way, this is ruthless.]

[In dating variety shows, you can’t hit people, but mocking someone’s bad handwriting is too… hahahahaha.]

[Honestly, An Le Yan is sincere, like a little follower. If asked to cook, he cooks. He really knows how to take care of Brother Fu’s feelings.]

[It’s just because the dinner was… forget it, my Brother Fu just needs to be handsome and dance well, cooking is not his thing, don’t make him do it.]

[But! Who can tell me why the first episode only covers the first day’s events? Didn’t the first episode shoot a whole week? Director Zhang, did you use all your energy on the opening sequence?]

[Wuwuwu, I can’t sleep, I really want to see how they interact later!]

[Too little, ahh, please, Chef, give us some more snacks, or I really won’t be able to sleep.]

[Pat pat, actually, after they were surrounded on their workday, they already had a super topic, the big meal was enough.]

[Wuwuwu, thank you, Mrs. Immortal.]

At the Fu mansion, Fu Shicang put down his tablet.

Super topic? Big meal?

He had heard from his assistant, Qingqing, that every time one of his movies was released, fans would create a super topic, and even a chef would be hired to cook. He had never paid attention to this.

As for the fans, he left it to the professionals to handle.

But this time… he felt a bit curious.

That night, Fu Shicang opened the door to a new world~