The Sweet Life of Superstar and His Goddess Wife-Chapter 98 - 0: Someone came to the door

The spicy chicken feet hadn’t even been given away yet, and the fans had already come directly to the door. After all, the filming location was in a famous ancient city, with so many tourists coming and going; someone with sharp eyes would inevitably spot their favorite celebrity.

Of course, the excited fans didn’t scream and rush over to ask Jiang Nuo for an autograph since they were filming.

They were both excited and quietly gathered outside the safety line, intently watching their idol, never getting enough of it.

Why is their idol so handsome? Even with a shaved head, he’s unbelievably handsome.

A fan quietly asked a staff member, "Can we take pictures? Don’t worry, we won’t leak the photos before the movie is released." As fans, they were true to their idol and wouldn’t tarnish his reputation.

The staff member smiled, "The director isn’t worried about the scenes being leaked, but rather the filming location being revealed, causing all the fans to rush here, resulting in traffic jams, and we wouldn’t be able to continue filming."

"Don’t worry, I won’t leak the location," the fan vowed.

Mu Qiuniang was originally sitting under the eaves painting; the commotion from the fans caught her attention. Seeing them claim to be fans yet quietly staying at a distance without disturbing, stirred a soft spot in her heart.

Seemingly taking something from her backpack, she actually retrieved a big bag of spicy fish jerky from her spatial ring and walked over to them.

"Are you fans?"

"Goddess?!" the fans exclaimed in restrained surprise, nodding wildly, "We are fans. Goddess, I finally see you! You look just like a fairy, just like in the photos with the idol!"

"Goddess, don’t worry, we won’t embarrass the fandom; we’ll just watch quietly here without interrupting the filming."

"Yes, yes, we won’t disturb the filming."

...

"Thank you!" Though there was no expression on Mu Qiuniang’s face, her voice was gentle as she handed over the spicy fish jerky. "He’ll be acting for a while more before he takes a break. Why don’t we find a place to sit and eat the fish jerky together?"

"Is it made by the goddess?!" The fans’ eyes instantly lit up.

"Yes!"

Without another word, the fans quickly suggested places nearby that were clean and quiet, suitable for everyone to sit together, chat, and enjoy the fish jerky.

"The fish jerky made by the goddess herself, I feel so blessed!" Even before tasting it, the fans were overjoyed, but since they weren’t too far from the filming scene, they dared not be too loud, for fear of disturbing the filming.

"In my lifetime, getting to taste food made by the goddess, I’m content for life."

"Me too," said another fan, taking a bite, "Wow! It’s delicious. I’ve heard that the goddess’s cooking is superb, and it’s true. Everyone praises the goddess’s cooking, no wonder they all want to taste it..."

The fan next to them nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, it’s really delicious. I feel I’m tasting happiness!"

"Goddess, can I take a little less, and bring some fish jerky home? My dad and mom are also fans of you and the idol," asked a little girl, holding the fish jerky, in a small voice.

Mu Qiuniang said, "These are all for you, you can divide them among yourselves." Taking them out, she never intended to take them back.

The fans perhaps didn’t know each other, but at this moment, they were like long-time friends because of their shared affection for the celebrity. Among them, one happened to be from the official fan club and stepped forward to count the people and help divide the fish jerky.

Each one, reminded by that little girl, after tasting a bit, couldn’t bear to eat more; either wanting to take it home to savor slowly or to share with family or friends.

In the sunlight, sharing doubled the happiness, then doubled it again.

Not until Jiang Nuo finished filming a scene and had a 10-minute break did he notice his wife had long gone to the side to "comfort" his fans. He quickly ran over and seeing these fans, clearly very excited yet quiet and orderly, found them particularly cute.

Indeed, if not for this, would his ordinarily oblivious wife actively engage with them?

Seizing the 10 minutes, Jiang Nuo took selfies with them and signed an autograph for each.

"Idol, we didn’t know we’d run into you here, so we didn’t bring gifts. We’ll send gifts to you when we return."

"Yes, yes, may you and the goddess be very happy!"

"Thank you, goddess, you are amazing!"

"Goddess, you seem a bit cold, but you are really kind. The idol is so lucky to have you by his side!"

...

After seeing off this group of fans, Jiang Nuo got busy with filming again.

Mu Qiuniang originally wanted to return to her chair to rest, but suddenly she lifted her head, looking toward a certain direction at the street corner.

The street in the ancient city was flanked by raised eaves, wooden walls with carved windows, and neatly laid stone slab roads. On the street, a few tourists passed by. At a glance, it appeared no different from usual.

Mu Qiuniang hesitated for a moment and informed Lu Mingchen that she was going for a walk and then left the filming site.

After turning a corner into a secluded spot, Mu Qiuniang halted and said, "Come out!"

Behind her, there was no movement.

Without moving her feet, Mu Qiuniang slightly curled her fingers, and a silver brush appeared in her hand. She suddenly turned around and made a broad stroke with the brush towards the air, sending a silver light shooting out.

From the empty space, a figure instantly dropped out.

The person, dressed in a yellow Daoist robe, hastily tried to dodge aside upon realizing they’d been discovered.

However, would Mu Qiuniang let them escape? The silver brush pointed mid-air, and a golden net appeared, directly blocking the Daoist’s path.

The Daoist tapped his right foot on his left, forcibly twisting his body in mid-air, intending to leap onto the wall.

In this leap, unexpectedly, a cluster of white rose thorns sprung into existence from the wall, entangling him tightly.

"Master, spare me. I was merely passing by, I truly mean no harm..." The Daoist, seeing no escape, hurriedly pleaded for mercy.

"Ha!" Mu Qiuniang coldly looked at him, exuding a chilling aura, "Do you expect me to believe that?"

If he were just passing by, would he have continuously followed her around?

With his level of cultivation, could he identify her as a cultivator unless he knew in advance? Did he truly think that the spiritual artifact concealing her cultivation was fake?

"Master, truly, I mean no harm..." The Daoist wept, unable to discern any cultivation from her, only knowing that if he didn’t escape at the first opportunity, she could snuff him out with a flick of a finger.

In the cultivation circle, fighting and killing are commonplace, but he really didn’t want to die!