The Villain Mom Awakens — Going Viral by Parenting on a Reality Show

Chapter 462 - 464: Super Mom: A Successful Conclusion (Part 5)

"Just follow this street straight ahead for about a kilometer. When you get to the neighborhood supermarket, turn left. There are a lot of houses on that street, but House Number Three is easy to spot—it’s the tallest and prettiest one!"

Naomi Kenway nodded her thanks to the villager, and the family set off in the direction they had pointed.

Naomi Kenway was appreciating more and more the perks of having Ethan Shaw along. She didn’t have to do a thing except watch TV in the living room, a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice that Ethan had just made sitting beside her.

Ethan Shaw wasn’t in the living room; he had taken the suitcases to the bedroom to unpack, with Ian trailing behind him to help.

The production team handed over a task card. Naomi Kenway opened it to see that it instructed the guests to sort out their own dinner.

This was a standard move for the production team.

The sound of footsteps echoed as Ethan Shaw came down the stairs, carrying Ian. "A new task?"

"Yes, we have to prepare our own dinner. We can go ask the neighbors for some ingredients later." She asked, "Are the rooms all unpacked?"

"All unpacked."

Naomi Kenway walked over and gave Ethan Shaw a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for all your hard work, honey."

Ethan Shaw wrapped his arm around Naomi’s waist and returned the kiss. "It was nothing."

Sandwiched between them, Ian covered his eyes with his little hands. "Yucky, yucky..."

Despite his words, a smile spread across Ian’s face, revealing his neat, white teeth.

’Mommy and Daddy are so in love. I’m the happiest kid in the world!’ he thought.

[Hahahaha, Ian even knows to be embarrassed! This aunty isn’t embarrassed, come over and give me a kiss!]

[This family is just too sweet!]

[Why only on the cheek? Give us a real kiss on the lips, it’s the last episode! Please, I’m begging you, or I’ll die with regrets!]

[If I could be reborn as Nina and President Shaw’s second child, with such loving parents and such a handsome big brother, I’d even be willing to suffer through driving a Rolls-Royce and living in a huge seaside mansion!]

[The commenter above really refuses to take a loss, huh!]

[Don’t you dare, I want it more!]

Just as Naomi Kenway’s family was about to head out to find ingredients, a KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK sounded at the door. When they opened it, they saw two kind faces: the carpenter and his wife who had helped them before.

"Grandpa! Grandma! You’re here!" Ian shouted excitedly, clearly recognizing the couple.

"Oh my, Ian..." The woman was visibly taken aback for a moment, then she let out a relieved and emotional laugh. "Ian seems to have gotten so much more lively. That’s a good thing. That’s wonderful, just wonderful."

Naomi Kenway said, "Sir, Ma’am, please come in and have a seat."

The woman placed a basket on the table, and when she lifted the cloth covering it, a rich aroma wafted out.

Piled high on oil-absorbing paper were all sorts of golden, crispy fried foods.

The man smiled. "Welcome back. We knew you wouldn’t have much to eat here, so we brought a few things over. See, we’ve got fried lotus root pockets, fried eggplant pockets, and some small yellow croaker. My wife just fried them up. Keep them for yourselves."

Naomi Kenway was very touched as she looked at the basket, which was more than half full of food. "This is far too much. We’ll just keep a little. Please, you and your wife take the rest home."

The woman waved her hand, refusing. "No, no. There’s no sense in taking back a gift. The weather’s gotten colder, so these fried things won’t spoil quickly. You can heat them up and eat them again tomorrow."

"We’re just so grateful..."

"Oh, don’t say that. It’s just a few fried snacks," the woman said.

"Go on, try one and see how you like it."

Naomi Kenway handed one to Ian, then took one herself and had a bite.

The outside was perfectly crispy, and the meat filling inside was savory and delicious.

"This is delicious," Naomi Kenway praised. "Ma’am, if you have a chance, you have to teach me your recipe."

"No problem. I’ll write it down for you on a piece of paper in a bit. I’ve been making these fried eggplant pockets for more years than I can count. If you follow my recipe, it’ll turn out perfectly!"

Ian quickly finished the fried lotus root pocket in his hand. Blinking his big eyes, he asked, "Can Ian have another one?"

The woman beamed, unable to contain her smile. "Of course! Go on, they’re best when they’re still warm."

Naomi Kenway handed Ian another one, not forgetting to prompt him, "You just had a delicious fried lotus root pocket from Grandpa and Grandma. What do you say?"

Ian looked up and said sweetly, "Thank you, Grandpa and Grandma! Grandma’s fried lotus root pockets are so yummy, Ian can’t get enough!"

"Oh, you sweet thing..." The woman couldn’t stop grinning. She slapped her thigh decisively. "Anytime you want more, just come over to Grandma’s house. I’ll make sure you eat your fill, how about that?"

"Okay!"

Ethan Shaw emerged from the kitchen, carrying a plate of cut fruit and two glasses of juice.

He set down the fruit platter and the glasses. "This is all the fruit we have in the house. I hope you don’t mind."

"Not at all, not at all." The woman looked from Ethan Shaw to Naomi Kenway, and finally to Ian, who was the spitting image of his father. "Oh, my. Young lady, this must be your husband?"

Naomi Kenway replied, "Yes, this is my husband, Ethan Shaw. He’s here with me and our son for the show this time."

The man praised them, "What’s that saying... I can’t remember it, but you two are a perfect match!"

The woman laughed and chided him, "You uncultured old man. The saying is ’a talented man and a beautiful woman.’"

"Oh, ’a talented man and a beautiful woman,’ right, that’s it! Look at me, I’m all tongue-tied..."

The elderly couple sat for a little while longer before taking their leave. Naomi’s family walked them to the door and watched until they were gone.

Once the couple was out of sight, Naomi’s family turned to go back inside. "They brought so much delicious food, we don’t have to go out looking for ingredients anymore. Dinner is sorted!"

*

The next morning, Naomi’s family was eating the breakfast provided by the production team: steamed buns, millet congee, and a few tea eggs.

"Good morning, Ms. Kenway, Mr. Shaw, and little Ian." A staff member approached them. "There’s a new task. Please gather in the plaza after you’ve finished breakfast."

"Alright."

After breakfast, Naomi’s family made their way to the plaza. Surprisingly, Chelsea Raines and Jared Woods were the first to arrive.

That was a rare sight; the mother and son were seldom the first to show up.

Chelsea Raines had faint dark circles under her eyes. She forced a smile. "Good morning. You’re probably wondering why I’m here so early. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t get any sleep in House Number Five, so I figured I might as well come early. Naomi, I really have to hand it to you. You guys survived that dilapidated House Number Five. That place has bugs, and mice too! I couldn’t sleep a wink."

Naomi Kenway noticed that both Chelsea Raines and Jared Woods had several red, swollen mosquito bites on their faces. "You should try to get some mosquito coils or insect repellent for your room."

Chelsea Raines nodded. "I’ll do that as soon as I get back. Jared is thick-skinned, but I’m not."