In the morning, after a group of people had just mooched a perfect breakfast from Mia Sutton, they found themselves truly running out of supplies, this time without a single morsel left.

They had just finished eating and hadn’t cleaned up yet, sitting together for a chat.

"We ate breakfast, but what about lunch?" Renee Lancaster asked, comfortably patting her slightly round belly.

As soon as she spoke, before anyone else could respond, there was a commotion outside the house, as if there were quite a few people.

....

"That’s great, it seems everyone has already had breakfast." After the crew entered, the director glanced at the uncleaned dishes and smiled kindly.

That smile was nothing short of benevolent, perfectly setting up what he was about to say.

"Considering everyone’s outstanding capabilities, our program team has made a decision that from now on, you all will cook for yourselves, and the team will not assist anymore."

Wearing a smile to deliver the most ruthless news.

Everyone’s spirits immediately plummeted: What kind of joke is this? Their cooking skills are questionable, aren’t they afraid someone might die from their food? What if it leads to fatalities?

At that thought, almost everyone looked towards Mia Sutton, as if saying: Mia, save us!

However, the next words from the production team shattered their last hopes completely.

"You can’t just rely on one person, you can’t let Mia Sutton help you." As if they were unaware of their small plans, how could they let them live comfortably?

If they lived comfortably, what would happen to the show’s appeal?

Especially when reviewing the live broadcast of their cooking disasters, the audience had a great reaction, they loved this kind of thing.

Everyone’s faces went completely blank.

Guests: "..." Numb.

The director held a mic: "I presume you’ve all noticed a problem, which is your ingredients and fruits are all gone."

"From now on, you will have to buy all your ingredients and fruits with your own money, the program will no longer provide any food for you."

"Of course," the director looked at their hopeless faces and smiled kindly, "our program is humane, you can earn appropriate rewards by completing our tasks, exchange them for currency, and then purchase the things you want."

"What kind of food and supplies you can get will depend on your own efforts. Work hard!"

Guests: "..." They didn’t want this.

"We should at least have some start-up funds, right?" Natalie Jennings’s gaze fixated on the director’s face.

She had an expression of, if you say no, I’m walking out immediately.

Even in a wilderness survival documentary, they give you something to start with, surely they won’t be that cruel to them.

It’s a love reality show after all, it shouldn’t be worse than a wilderness survival documentary.

"Yes, there is."

Natalie Jennings breathed a sigh of relief, she thought so, surely there would be something.

But what happened next proved: she might as well have had nothing.

"Alright, let’s start distributing the start-up funds now."

The director took a few envelopes from a staff member nearby, each one labeled with a guest’s name.

Director: "Okay, please come and claim your start-up funds."

Jensen Sterling, after picking up the envelope with his and Mia Sutton’s names, returned to the group and slowly handed the envelope to Mia.

Director: "You can now open the envelopes to see how much start-up funds each of you has."

The camera slowly panned over to them, with Renee being the first to open her envelope, revealing thirty yuan.

Renee Lancaster and Keira Hughes: "Did we get the least amount?" they said, dumbfounded.

Ethan Spencer handed his envelope to Leo Lynn: "You open it."

Leo took it, lowered his eyes, and slowly opened it.

"Fifty," Ethan chuckled, "not bad."

Another couple opened theirs to find forty yuan inside.

Keira Hughes and Renee Lancaster: "...." No way, surely we’re not the lowest.

Natalie Jennings looked at the envelope in her hand, feeling an ominous premonition, she thought, this shouldn’t be right?

The result: "..."

As Natalie stared at the single yuan bill in her hand, her whole face went blank, feeling a ’Who am I, where am I, what am I doing’ vibe.

[Ah hahaha, I’m laughing so hard, ten yuan, Natalie’s expression is priceless, looking so incredulous, eyes wide open.]

[Remember when she was advising Renee to accept it? Turns out she’s the real fool!]

[This is what they could never have imagined, fate’s wheel turns to themselves in the end.]

[Natalie: If I knew it would end like this, I wouldn’t have called fifty yuan too little. Now looking back, fifty yuan seems like a fortune, such regret.]

[Don’t be sad, Natalie, at least ten yuan is still money.]

[Haha, even more of a bad joke.]

Natalie Jess clung to the hope in Mia’s hands, her last stubbornness.

"Little Mia, check how much you’ve got?"

Mia took the envelope, opened it, while under Natalie’s gaze her every move felt like it was in slow motion.

When seeing the money in Mia’s hand, Natalie was ready to collapse.

A hundred yuan!!!

Mia, smiling sweetly, looked at Natalie: "Natalie, a hundred yuan."

Natalie: "Don’t talk to me now, I’m afraid I won’t be able to resist committing murder for money."

The gap between ten yuan and a hundred yuan.

Natalie, looking resentful: "Director, isn’t this difference a bit too much?"

Director: "Not too much, at least you’ve got a nice place to stay, right?"

Mia: "..." Speaking of places, she thought of their little bed, but that’s okay, in the face of money, a smaller bed isn’t a problem.

[Looking at the money in Natalie’s hand, thinking of the tiny bed in Jensen’s room, suddenly it’s unclear who to pity more, money or a man’s dignity.]

[Oh sister, Jensen’s dignity is really a bit of a joke here.]

[Mia: Who would’ve thought, the little house making them the richest, sometimes a lack of harmony is a happy thing.]

[Hahaha, envious? It all comes from lack of harmony.]

Natalie used her hand as a mic: "An interview with Miss Mia Sutton, what are your thoughts right now?"

Mia shook the money she held, her pretty eyes bent in amusement, and teased: "The joy of money, plus..." she looked at the ten yuan in Natalie’s hand.

[Natalie: I think I feel something... and it’s making me sad.]

Natalie instantly wore a wounded expression: "Jensen, manage your wife, she’s bullying people."

Jensen Sterling chuckled at Natalie’s words, then looked at Mia, after a moment, he smiled slowly, in a deep tone: "I’m a wife lover, I can’t control her."

Natalie: "..."

Viewer: [Suddenly feeling like we’ve been fed a mouthful of dog food.]

"Honey, they’re showing off on us," Natalie entwined her hand with Evan Spencer’s arm, feigning hurt.

Evan glanced down, negotiating with her: "How about we show off back?"

Natalie struck a thinking pose, after a few seconds, said: "Forget it, let’s give the young couple some face, they can’t handle too much."

Mia: "..."

Production crew: "......"

Audience: "..........Really, you two!"