Her Seven Little Bodyguards
Chapter 783

Chapter 783

"You're right; it is sweet." Hanson beamed, seemingly still reliving the kiss.

As he had a habit of saying she tasted sweet, Vania instantly felt the heat rushing to her face, and she changed the topic awkwardly at once. "We should hurry up and replace a job. We still need to earn our travel fees, you know."

"Okay. You're the boss, darling." He nodded cooperatively. A sated man now, he would be willing to do whatever was asked of him.

Goodness, how can he sound so sappy?! We can't take any more of it! the crew thought.

Vania hurriedly took Hanson away from the grape trellis. She had a feeling she wouldn't see grapes the same way ever again.

Very quickly, the couple found a job on a farm stay.

The chef in charge of the grilled skewers happened to be away for the day, so Hanson was asked to take his place.

Vania, on the other hand, worked as a server.

Fortunately, Hanson didn't cause any trouble during work, and the crew heaved a sigh of relief when they arrived at the scheduled time. Imagine if the great President Luke suddenly went on strike just now. They'd have to cajole him into continuing to work with much difficulty.

Later on, everyone returned to the rendezvous point.

"Congratulations on earning enough travel fees, everyone," Silas said.

Likewise, the group thought it was a tough day, and they applauded each other as congratulations.

However, just when everyone was still absorbed in their joy, Silas continued, "The expenses for tonight's dinner will be paid with the money you guys have earned."

"Do you guys have to be this conscientious?!" The couples couldn't help exclaiming.

"We do." Silas nodded. "Our show is a hundred percent genuine. We meant it when we said you guys will have to earn your own travel fees."

At that, he had a crew bring forth the ingredients for that night's dinner, leading everyone to exclaim once more, "We're going to have to cook it ourselves?!"

They had already worked for an entire day, and as people who rarely did manual labor, they were now spent.

"We're supposed to fully experience a day in the life of the villagers here," explained Silas. "As such, you guys will have to buy the ingredients for tonight's dinner with the money you've earned and cook it yourselves."

Since the accommodation allocated to each couple came with a kitchen, they were allowed to cook.

However, the group sighed. "Why don't we just skip dinner tonight..."

"We'll be starving, though." The guys, who had been doing intense labor all day, expressed their hunger and objection to skipping dinner.

They were beginning to think the crew had tricked them.

Dress up glamorously for the trip, they said... Earn your own travel fees, they said...

However, no matter how they complained and wailed, the crew didn't revoke the decision. Thus, they could only resign to fate.

To save enough money for their upcoming trip, the group of celebrities scrimped on the ingredients for their dinner.

Meanwhile, Hanson and Vania stood aside and whispered to each other.

"Darling, why don't we go and collect alms?"

Vania couldn't accept the vocabulary Hanson used.

They weren't medieval monks. How could they collect alms?!

Hanson understood Vania's gaze and explained, "It's better than begging for food, isn't it?"

"Well, you could've said bum meals off someone." Vania was rather speechless. I swear this guy has read one too many fantasy novels.

Instead of staying here and arguing about what vocabulary to use, he took Vania straight to the farm stay they had been working earlier in the day, whereupon the owner invited them to join him for dinner in tw shakes.

Never did Hanson imagine there would come a day he would have to worry about food, and he couldn't help wondering, Didn't I fund this show so that I could engage in PDA with my wife?