0011 The chicken in hand doesn't taste good anymore_1

Ellen Young agreed, which undoubtedly solved the huge concern in Lucy Wood's heart.

She hurriedly shared the good news with Felicia Frost, who naturally also breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, she didn't want to see Lucy Wood's career suffer a major setback.

Having such a family was already tragic enough.

However, Ellen wouldn't be going anywhere; she would stay in her own house. In a month, the program would officially start recording and airing, and Lucy Wood would have to move in.

During this month, she had to get used to life in the countryside.

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When Ellen returned home and continued cooking dinner, she frowned. Why had she agreed?

She knew what filming a program entailed, which was to completely expose their life traces.

Ellen was someone who disliked being disturbed. Nevertheless, she was only taking a year off. After filming this program, if she didn't want to be in the public eye, there wouldn't be anyone to disturb her.

She wasn't worried about the potential influence the program might bring.

As long as she wasn't willing, the country would help her hide everything.

The aroma of the food gradually filled her nostrils. Since she had just returned, she didn't cook anything too troublesome - just stewed a chicken.

The fragrance was inviting, the chicken tender and not at all dry. Even though it was just chicken stewed in clear water, she added wild mushrooms picked from the mountains. The mushrooms were fragrant and fresh, blending with the rich scent of the chicken to create an indescribable deliciousness. In this quiet and silent mountain village, enticing whiffs of aroma wafted through the air.

If the students from the laboratory saw her now, they would likely find it hard to imagine that she could cook.

She couldn't finish a whole chicken herself, so she took a ceramic bowl and ladled out three quarters of it, along with some mushrooms and soup. The bowl, brimming with quivering golden chicken, was covered with a lid. Holding the porcelain bowl, she walked down the slope of the village.

Aunt Hailey in the village was preparing dinner at home.

Aunt Hailey, as Aunt Lane's daughter-in-law, was a kind and honest person from another province who had married into Haran Village. She was very straightforward.

Back when Mr. Young was in his late years and quite troublesome, and had refused Ellen's suggestion to move him to a nursing home, wanting to stay in Haran Village without the care of strangers, it was Aunt Hailey who had always taken care of him.

Aunt Hailey had done so with all her heart and never mentioned compensation.

Of course, Ellen later paid her, but because Aunt Hailey lived close by, whenever Ellen made extra food, she would bring some down for Aunt Hailey.

She was frugal and did not like to eat too well, yet she still had two children at home who were growing.

Ellen didn't judge other people's lifestyles; she only remembered the village's kindness to her and her grandfather.

Aunt Hailey's house was just down the slope, a small two-story house, which was not uncommon in the countryside now.

The courtyard was right outside, with the gate closed. Ellen knocked on the gate from outside, calling, "Aunt Hailey?"

From Aunt Hailey's house in the center, one could see through the courtyard gate, bright and lively, with the scent of food; she was making dinner.

Aunt Hailey, upon seeing Ellen had come, was a bit surprised and hurried over to open the door for her, "Ellen dear, you're bringing food over again so late in the evening?"

She opened the door and indeed saw Ellen holding a big ceramic bowl quietly, and she whispered, "Did you bring this for your sister?"

Ellen frowned, "My sister?"

A smile appeared on Aunt Hailey's chubby face, "Yes, your sister is staying at my house tonight."

Ellen: "..."

She thought this person would have left tonight.

The chicken in her hands suddenly didn't seem so appetizing anymore.