Jonathan quickly brought Susie a glass of water.

Susie swallowed the small cake and shook her head, saying, "No no no, this is all your own good fortune."

I dare not be her parents. There came someone who wants her to recognize as their little master, and she was already enough of a headache.

Sitting cross-legged, Mitch flipped through a page of the booklet and glanced slightly, "Don't want adoptive parents either?"

Susie shook her head repeatedly.

Mitch raised an eyebrow and slightly curved his lips, "Matthew said he wants to worship you as his junior master, don't you mind?"

Susie quickly shook her head and said, "No, no."

Mitch was finally satisfied and continued to read his book.

Susie continued to eat the cupcakes.

Jonathan sat on the side, with his arm casually draped over the back of Susie's chair, and casually said,

"Alright, Tiago, stop flattering."

Doesn't this old slick know the reason, actually?

It was initially built for Susie, but later we felt that it was a waste to leave the amusement park unused, so we told the company's working mothers that they could bring their children to work.

With the arrival of more children, he would occasionally go out to check on the new mothers, feeling that it was affecting his work efficiency. Therefore, he hired a dedicated teacher.

This time, all new moms worked with peace of mind, holding a grateful attitude towards the company and treating it like their own home.

Can this be achieved without struggle?

Could this performance not improve?

Tiago smiled and, without being too pleased with himself, changed the subject and said, "It's a pity that Jonathan is going to the countryside for location shooting these days. Otherwise, we could rearrange the schedule..."

Susie quickly waved her hand and said, "No, I went with Uncle Jonathan."

Going to the countryside is great!

Beautiful mountains and clear waters.

Mainly, she calculated that if she was still in the city, there would be a 27.534% chance of encountering Matthew.

She was only six years old, she was still a child, she definitely didn't want to be any kind of master!

The masters are all old men, but look at Micky, he is three thousand years old!

Take another look at an old friend, 78 years old!

She didn't want to be a junior master, it sounded too old to her. She even imagined herself as a little old lady.

***

Susie followed the crew and it took about three hours by car to arrive at a small village.

Zion got off the car, with a momentary confusion in his eyes, and the bumpy road behind almost drove him crazy.

This small village is located halfway up the mountain. Due to the presence of old buildings left from the Ming and Qing dynasties, it meets the filming requirements of the production crew.

This time it was a period drama, and unexpectedly, the female lead turned out to be Niki.

Niki dashed over as soon as she saw Susie and exclaimed, "Yoo-hoo! Isn't this Susie! I'm here to give you a hug!"

She hugged Susie and couldn't help but rub her forehead against hers.

In the past three years, Susie would occasionally see Niki. After the doll incident, Niki's expression and state of mind improved gradually.

There was no longer that lunar energy around him.

"Niki, do you still buy dolls now?" Susie asked.

Niki nodded, "Yes, but I didn't mess around anymore."

When making dolls, I personally went to see them and no longer kept the dolls locked in a dark room.

Dolls should also be exposed to light, and they shouldn't be considered creepy just because someone mentioned it.

We should never treat dolls as living beings...

Susie nodded.

Niki truly loved dolls in the past. Actually, there was nothing wrong with that. However, some people went crazy and treated dolls as their own children. They even went to the extent of talking to themselves and referring to themselves as "mom" while expecting others to treat their dolls as real children...

The director shouted from the other side, and Niki quickly said, "Susie, I'm going to shoot a scene first! I'll come and play with you later!"

After she left, she asked her assistant to bring all her snacks over to Susie.

Jonathan also patted Susie's head and said, "Don't run around."

Susie nodded, "I know, Uncle Jonathan. Zion and I were together, it's okay."

She added in a low voice, "Besides, Micky is also here."

Tiago, who came along to "visit" with Susie, said, "Don't worry, I'm here. No one dares to bully Miss Susie."

Jonathan nodded and then walked away, finally feeling relieved.

Susie sat under the resting umbrella.

Tiago came with a lot of bags, saying he came to visit. If you didn't know, you would think he came for a picnic.

"Miss Susie, try this, garlic-flavored braised chicken feet, they are delicious!"

"And there's this, fish tofu, a bit spicy, but I've tried it, it's not too spicy..."

"And there's also this..."

Susie suddenly looked up, as if she felt something.

She turned sideways, her gaze passing over Tiago's plump body, looking towards the eaves not far behind him.

There, at some unknown time, a cast-iron pot was set up - of course, it was formed by the gathering of evil spirits, which ordinary people couldn't see.

On top of the big iron pot was a large wooden barrel, placed on it. Inside the pot, there was boiling water emitting steaming hot air.

The wooden barrel rumbled and rumbled, as if steaming something...

"Steam mantou?" Susie paused for a moment, confused.

Zion instinctively turned his head, wondering what was steaming mantou.

I don't know if it was because of the bumpy road, but his dizziness didn't go away. I don't know why, but it seemed like there was a fire burning, but when I looked again, there was nothing.

Susie stared at the empty field not far away.

There was a bonfire on the ground, and a simple stove made of stone bricks. The iron pot was placed on top of the stove.

Underneath the iron pot, the "fire" formed by the evil spirit burned more and more vigorously, while suddenly, a banging sound came from the wooden barrel!

"Ah - I couldn't bear it anymore... It's so hot, so hot..."

"Help me... Let me out, sob..."

The person being steamed in the wooden barrel!