My Husband, a Marshal: Conquering the Stars with My Culinary Arts-Chapter 718 - 242 Talent Equivalent
Ke Xing wrinkled his nose slightly, but the smile on his face didn’t fade at all. His three grandchildren were all by the side of Du Xixi and Ke Lian, the parents, which made him, the grandpa, feel at ease. Even his backpack was taken by 2569. He simply started chatting with Ye’s father and Father Mo, the three of them getting along well.
On that side, the young people gathered together, while on this side, the three middle-aged men formed a group. The elegant and graceful Ye’s mother and Mo’s mother linked arms and exchanged a helpless smile.
The group headed outside, and the people passing by curiously watched these extraordinary men and women. However, the mechanical soldiers strictly carried out their respective tasks, making it impossible for anyone to approach Du Xixi and the others, leaving them to gaze from a distance.
Several unremarkable-looking people, who could disappear instantly in a crowd, hid in the shadows. They were journalists dispatched from several media outlets on the Star Network, specialized in taking photos of those prominent families and uploading them after editing articles for online viewers.
Mo Ying, Ye Wenting, and the little girl they had born were followed and photographed by them for a whole month. If not for the increased security forces in the villa area where they lived in recent years, these reporters might have even tracked to the villa’s side to take pictures.
These journalists were really going to great lengths for some breaking news.
"The Marshal and the Princess are here, too. Take more photos! Shoot those kids! This is a big scoop... If it gets good traction, we could get a bonus." An older journalist, who seemed to have been in the industry for years, picked up his high-performance camera, pointing and shooting at Du Xixi and them like guns and cannons.
The lens slowly focused, capturing the profiles of the children in more than a hundred shots in succession. The continuous "click" sound brought other journalists back to their senses, and they started taking pictures of Du Xixi and them, mimicking his actions.
Undoubtedly, the four children received their "special attention."
The subtle sounds of taking pictures and conversation fell into the exceptionally good ears of Du Xixi and the others. Their uninterested expressions changed, everyone turned their heads, casting cold and disdainful glances towards the direction where the journalists were hiding.
Honestly, they were accustomed to being photographed by journalists. Their photos were all over the Star Network. Being photographed at this moment was naturally not something they took seriously. However, previous journalists had principles while taking covert photos. No matter how much they wanted a scoop, they would carefully avoid photographing children. Why were these journalists so inconsiderate?
They could accept being photographed, and even didn’t mind the children being occasionally photographed, letting everyone see the children’s growing state, as kind-hearted exposure wouldn’t anger them, but this malicious exposure was unbearable.
Du Xixi gently pressed Sansi’s little head, making him bury his face into her, and spoke coldly: "Jia Yi, Jia Er! Bring them all over!"
Jia Yi and Jia Er responded calmly. These two mechanical soldiers originally guarding Du Xixi took off at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, flying to those journalists’ side. The journalists indeed didn’t notice their arrival, but when they were caught and suddenly flown upward and forward, they screamed in fear.
Jia Yi and Jia Er each grabbed three or four people. One mechanical hand was enough to hold the collars of several people, making the journalists suffocate and gasp loudly after being thrown to the ground, taking quite a while to recover.
But as soon as they looked up and saw the grim faces of Du Xixi and others, the journalists felt it would have been better to have suffocated just now!
By now, Du Xixi and the others had already walked out of the registration office. There were still people around, but nowhere near as many as inside. They reached a spacious place, where fewer people would notice the situation here.
Du Xixi said nothing, and it was Ke Lian who stepped forward. The imposing pressure of the Imperial Marshal, to these covert, guilty journalists, was undeniably pressing from head to toe, making them cautious as they breathed.
Ke Lian spoke coldly: "I heard that the children of both our families are a big scoop. If you take good photos, there’s even a bonus?"
The old journalist who spoke earlier faltered, feeling as if his heart had leapt to his throat. He opened his mouth to try to defend himself, but he indeed had said it. After a long while, he could only respond hoarsely, "Isn’t this the usual rule..."
