Chapter 649: The Hardships of Making a Living

Seeing his little wife chomping on fried chicken, completely lost in joy, Adrian Law gazed at the greasy corner of her lips, smiling unconsciously.

"Cecilia, you have something at the corner of your mouth..."

Adrian didn’t continue, but Cecilia Vaughn understood his meaning automatically.

She instantly felt incredibly embarrassed.

It seemed that she was becoming increasingly unconcerned about her image in front of Adrian Law.

It’s hopeless.

Cecilia used to read comments about the way of a couple on those Veridia social media posts, all saying girls must pay attention to their appearance, as beauty fades, love will drift; without beauty to sustain the relationship, marriage will eventually end in melancholy.

...

Cecilia immediately put down the half-eaten fried chicken, intending to pull out a couple of tissues from the box to wipe her mouth.

But unexpectedly, Adrian Law got up first, taking out a silk handkerchief embroidered with green bamboo which Cecilia had seen before, gently wiping the stains at the corner of her lips.

"Cecilia, has anyone ever told you that watching you eat makes others feel hungry?"

"..."

Because the man was very close, the distance between the two was almost less than two centimeters, feeling Adrian’s slightly rough palm brushing against the corner of her lips, Cecilia’s lashes fluttered inexplicably, turning her cheeks as red as the clouds.

"Actually... I wouldn’t dare eat like this in front of others, if I have to count, it would be only Mona Summers."

Cecilia’s face grew redder as she spoke.

In the past, she was really quite conscious of her image. Although she thought her dining manners couldn’t compare to Adrian Law’s elegance, she basically considered herself to be sensible and proper.

Chewing slowly and speaking softly were basic dining manners.

But in front of Adrian Law, she seemed to have lifted all constraints of her nature, enjoying the delight of food together with her lover was always more joyful.

...

Seeing Cecilia’s slightly embarrassed look, Adrian Law raised his masculine brows, his extraordinarily handsome face full of teasing.

"I didn’t realize you’d be embarrassed too, I thought with this eating style, you’d gnaw the chicken bones clean."

"..."

Adrian’s teasing was accompanied by a relaxed smile, like a cello tune wafting unknowingly on a summer afternoon, inexplicably carrying a touch of grace.

Cecilia’s expression was bashful, she contemplated for a while, then opened her phone, accessing a well-known commentary website, finding her homepage’s popular eating broadcast by a young lady.

"Look, maybe it’s because of this girl. She likes to upload her food recordings on these sites, sometimes broadcasting live, and I just follow along."

"But the young lady has a really good constitution; you see, in this episode she’s eating an entire roasted lamb, yet her face remains small, and she doesn’t gain an ounce."

...

Adrian Law scrutinized the slender young girl on the video site, a thoughtful look flashed in his brows.

And seeing her husband staring at the young lady host intently, though she introduced her, Cecilia couldn’t help feeling a bit jealous.

"Adrian, you’re not interested in this girl, are you?"

"Ha..."

"And you say I’m the jealous one, but from what I see, someone likes to play the piano as much as I do."

Adrian Law shook his head with a smile.

"I wonder what you’ve filled your head with. She’s an eating show blogger; how can she be comparable to you? Watching her eat so much isn’t actually healthy."

"For her, this might be her major source of income in some way, relying on fame and fans to support the household economy. If she doesn’t rely on revealing, naturally she needs to explore other areas."

...

Cecilia instantly grasped Adrian Law’s meaning.

She hesitated, furrowing her brow.

"You mean she might not actually enjoy eating these."

"At least, a person wouldn’t eat an entire roasted lamb each meal. From a medical perspective, to maintain a slender appearance, if not due to malabsorption, it must be from regular purging."

"Look at her complexion and graceful form, she doesn’t appear frail, clearly unlike someone with digestive issues."

"..."

Adrian’s speech was detailed and precise, unlike before when he spoke lightly, but rather it was highly sensible.

Cecilia hesitated but found herself convinced by him.

"I thought if I used this as my main occupation and needed to earn from it, it would be different from simply liking food or being a food critic, needing to seek some gimmicks and topic relevance."

The young lady has already worked quite hard, now that streaming software is prevalent, most girls with good looks and figures, even if tone-deaf, even if terrible dancers, can gain attention by wearing shorter skirts or revealing more chest and legs; but this young lady is different.

She didn’t choose that path, daily changing styles to perform a girl’s feast-eating routine for everyone, though the meal portion is indeed astounding, perhaps not her own appetite, but to perform for work needs, Cecilia has understood it completely.

...

Cecilia sighed.

"With your analysis like this, I won’t be able to watch her videos for appetite anymore."

Once thinking of her cheerful, nonchalant devouring behind, perhaps relying on purging to maintain basic health, Cecilia had an inexplicable feeling.

She still liked this blogger and even held admiration for her. After all, no industry is easy; it’s just these things have entirely deviated from Cecilia’s initial aim to watch videos for appetite.

"You want to watch this to increase your appetite?"

Adrian Law was suddenly dazed, he furrowed his brow.

"If I recall correctly, you used to follow that food show in Veridia, right?"

"Yes!"

Cecilia’s eyes lit up, but then she quickly became listless.

"But the producers said the ratings weren’t ideal, so they don’t plan to proceed with the next season."

"..."

Adrian Law chuckled at this.

"It’s simple. If you want, I’ll have Wyatt invest in this show, we can also find an opportunity to participate in the production."

"Ah, but aren’t you against our private images appearing on the big screen?"

Cecilia looked puzzled.

Adrian Law immediately tapped her head.

"Silly, it’s not live; after recording, you can edit out scenes with us."

"Right..."

Cecilia’s eyes brightened suddenly.

Thinking of the eating broadcast young lady she followed, she suddenly got the idea to find her a side gig.

"Adrian, let’s add that host as a special guest outside, just for half an hour; if it could increase her exposure, perhaps transitioning wouldn’t be so tough."

Hearing his little wife’s kind suggestion, Adrian Law looked at her with increasingly softer eyes.