?<strong>Chapter 1145:</strong>


    “Yeah, they made us worry during the drama, and now in the reality show! d Milly stepped in to help in the end.”


    “Milly and Evie are true angels.”


    The live broadcast room buzzed with excited chatter, but the director, seeing the perfect moment to wrap up, dered the broadcast over.


    Though the fans were reluctant to say goodbye, the director mercilessly cut off the stream. In the aftermath, the show’s poprity soared, and clips of Milly and Watkins went viral online, thanks to their devoted fanbase.


    Back in the vi’s kitchen, the seven participants of the show stared at the ingredients before them: sliced beef, sausages, chicken wings, vegetables—an impressive spread, yet no one had the slightest idea where to start.


    Jerome Addyman, the oldest and most seasoned participant, stepped forward and proposed, “I think we need to figure out who can cook, and assign tasks ordingly, right?”


    The participants exchanged uncertain nces.


    Milly, of course, didn’t seem like someone who’d know her way around a stove. But to everyone’s surprise, Milly confidently stepped forward.


    “I can cook.”


    The other participants froze, not one of them daring to speak. They were all equally clueless in the kitchen.


    Milly nced at the table piled with ingredients—enough to feed a small army—and knew that if she handled cooking alone, their meal would end up being an all-nighter rather than a proper supper.


    “I think we should change the n.


    Most of us don’t know how to cook, but we all know how to barbecue, right? How about we just have an outdoor campfire barbecue?” Watkins stepped forward with his suggestion.


    The cameras were still rolling, and if Milly ended up cooking alone, it would be draining for her, and the cameras would center on her alone. However, an outdoor campfire barbecue would give everyone a chance to shine. Plus, it’d provide an effortlessly photogenic vibe.


    “I agree with the barbecue idea!”


    “Me too!”


    “Since we’re all on board, let’s move the stuff outside.”


    Without further hesitation, they started hauling everything outside. Evie, trailing at the back, shot Watkins a knowing wink and a smile.


    “You came up with a brilliant idea—making sure Milly doesn’t do all the cooking by herself.”


    Cooking alone on a reality show was a thankless, exhausting task.


    Milly had a massive fan following, and if they saw their idol burned out on screen, they’d certainly be upset. The other participants didn’t want to be criticized by them.


    Watkins grinned.


    “Milly helped me earlier, so it’s only right I return the favor.”


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