Becoming the Richest by Farming-Chapter 72 - 00 Ellen can you take us to the aquarium_1

Chapter 72: 0072 Ellen, can you take us to the aquarium?_1

Chapter 72: 0072 Ellen, can you take us to the aquarium?_1

The program isn’t being recorded yet, so Lucy Wood isn’t worried about being barefaced.

Actually, her bare face isn’t bad at all, it’s just not as vibrant and alluring as when she’s made up, making her look somewhat wan.

However, having spent these days in the countryside, and perhaps because she had been eating three square meals a day regularly, her bare face now seemed more refined.

She got up, brushed her teeth, and quickly washed her face, planning to eat breakfast before fussing over herself any further.

This morning, Ellen Young made soup dumplings; by the time Lucy got up, Ellen had already brought out the steaming bamboo steamer.

There were exactly eight soup dumplings.

Each one had a thin skin and was generously filled with meat, and contained savory soup inside, each bite was an extremely delicious indulgence.

Lucy and Ellen had four each, and even though Lucy usually didn’t eat that much, she had to eat them all.

As Lucy ate, she kept fanning herself because they were too hot, shivering from the heat but unwilling to put them down: “Ah, so hot, so hot… but so good!!”

Having stayed at Ellen’s place for this long, Lucy felt truly blessed just by the food alone, let alone anything else.

The program staff behind the cameras watched the two of them relishing their food and couldn’t help but swallow their saliva in unison.

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Looking at their own plain fried dough sticks, soy milk and steamed buns, it was a miserable comparison.

They would have loved to have some too, but they just couldn’t get any.

Ellen was even reluctant to make extra for Lucy, especially since Lucy, a female star, always managed to finish her meals without leaving a single trace behind.

Wait a little longer, and see what her weight will be like; then she might not have the face to confront her current self!

Felicia Frost couldn’t do anything about it either, she could only watch with dry eyes from behind the camera.

After breakfast, the live broadcast was about to start.

Lucy didn’t sleep well last night and was really tired; when it was time to start the live broadcast, she couldn’t worry about it and went back to catch a nap.

As soon as she fell asleep, the live broadcast camera was directly aimed at Ellen.

At eight o’clock in the morning, the live broadcast officially started.

Barrage:

[Hey hey hey, I’m back again!!]

[Watching rich people is sickening and makes me jealous, better to watch the countryside for a sense of superiority.]

[Lucy hasn’t woken up yet? Ah, she’s really lazy, look at our little sister!]

[Little sister is really hard-working, we office drones get up this early for work, and little sister seems to have already had breakfast, she must’ve woken up really early]

[Why does little sister look so good today? She looks fresh and radiant.]

Today’s barrages were a bit milder compared to yesterday’s, as most people knew the pace of the Lucy’s live broadcast, and those who liked this tranquil pastoral style were the ones watching. Plus, Ellen was naturally attractive, so naturally, there were fewer negative comments.

The number of people in the live broadcast room had dropped a bit compared to yesterday, mainly because it was a workday. Yesterday, many were awake early out of curiosity, and eight in the morning was sleeping time for many, so there were fewer viewers today.

Victor Brown had four million viewers, Naya York three million, George Yates two million, Lucy over a million; the four live broadcast rooms represented four different phases.

Ellen was unconcerned about the camera pointed in her face; in order to maintain an all-encompassing, authentic broadcast, they mainly used aircraft cameras or had photographers following from a distance.

As soon as Ellen left the village, she suddenly saw Aunt Hailey approaching with a simple and honest smile: “Ellen, I have something to ask, do you have any time?”

Aunt Hailey’s two kids hurried over, flanking her, their eyes blinking expectantly at Ellen: “Sister Ellen, Mom doesn’t have time; can you take us to the aquarium?”

In Aunt Hailey’s hand, she was holding two tickets.