The young girls continued their discussion.
“I love Yan Boxuan. He’s so handsome.”
If their idols heard their conversation they might even be hurt by the blunt judgment.
“I like Liang Chen, she’s worthy of the title of movie star, she played well in the role of a 16-year-old girl even she’s now 32.”
“I like Si Nanchong. I love his smile. He’s my husband, neither one of you can take him away from me.”
Yan Huan felt slightly abandoned. Just as she expected, there wasn’t anyone who liked her.
Just then, another voice chimed in. “Qing Yao’s acting is quite good.The first time she appeared on the TV, she was so beautiful that I got a nosebleed and was totally stunned.”
“Yeah, her acting is excellent,” the other one nodded. “I have my favorite idol already but I’m willing to become her fan as well. She looks so gorgeous in the role of Qing Yao. Every time she appeared on the TV I want to watch her several times.”
“Yeah.” The rest of them chimed in with agreement.
They all thought the same thing, which proved that Yan Huan had really performed well as Qing Yao.
Yan Huan’s face, which hidden under the scarf, was as bright as spring blossoms.
Everyone was fond of flattery and liked to hear good words about themselves.
The food was served. Yi Ling quickly brought the big bowl close to them and passed chopsticks to Yan Huan. She picked up a dumpling and ate it. “I haven’t eaten dumplings for a long time, but I still think that the dumplings you make are the best.”
Yan Huan picked up a dumpling and took a bite. The dumpling wrapper was thin, it was vegetarian but it tasted good. Actually, her mother made the best dumplings but she wouldn’t get the change to eat them again in her life.
She ate the dumpling bite by bite, her eyes brimming with tears.
Yi Ling had a good appetite, and she had finished two-thirds of the dumplings in the big bowl while Yan Huan just ate one-third. But no matter, they had always been like that.
“Let’s go.” Yi Ling rose to her feet and rubbed her abdomen. “Ah, I’m so full and satisfied.” There was no greater happiness than having a full stomach to Yi Ling.
Yan Huan rose to her feet, but her scarf slipped off which revealed her delicate, makeup-free face.
She quickly wrapped her scarf around herself again and went out with Yi Ling.
Crash! The girls dropped their chopsticks on the table.
“Am I mistaken? Isn’t that Yan Huan? She was sitting just one meter away from us this whole time!”
“No… that can’t be right…” the other one said, unsure.
“No, that’s her, that’s Yan Huan,” the other girl repeated, getting up to run after Yan Huan. She wanted her idol to sign her autograph and take a picture with her.
At the same time, Yan Huan and Yi Ling had already gotten into a taxi and rushed back to their apartment.
It was almost ten o’clock when they reached their home, Yan Huan nearly fell asleep in the car. She didn’t even play with Little Bean since she was so tired. Little Bean stayed under her master’s feet but her master ignored her.