Chapter 2: Parent-Child Variety Show Live Broadcast

System: "Host, you're amazing!"
Jiang Sui: "...It's a little creepy when you talk so much like a real person."
System: "..."
Jiang Sui: "Wait, what did you mean just now by 'the last restart'?"
System: "It means you won't be traveling anymore. This is your final life. If you manage to live well and break free from the script's original resistance, this time, you can live out your full lifespan."
Jiang Sui was a little delighted. "I finally don't have to travel anymore?"
Although every journey meant she was reborn, she was never able to truly enjoy a complete lifetime as a person.
Each crossing, sometimes as short as two or three years, sometimes decades, sometimes even hundreds or thousands of years.
She had long since grown numb.
So upon hearing these words, she was uncharacteristically excited.
System: "That's right. Your mission is complete, and as a reward, you will receive some of the abilities you possessed in other worlds."
System: "Jiang Sui, this lifetime, live it well."
...
Jiang Sui fell asleep smiling.
Barrage:
"Why do I feel like Jiang Sui is sleeping so peacefully?"
"I know, right? It's actually kind of scary..."
"Who smiles so serenely in their sleep? She must be faking it, definitely faking!"
At this moment, there weren't many people left in Jiang Sui's livestream room, as most had flocked to watch Bai Xixue's laid-back parenting style.
Only a few passersby and Jiang Sui’s pitifully small number of fans remained.

Jiang Sui woke up right on time.
Having crossed so many worlds, she could now perfectly control when she woke and how long she slept.
"Waaah..." Far away, Lu Xuanxuan glared at her, crying pitifully.
Jiang Sui laughed. "Now you know what hunger feels like?"
She stood up and walked straight to the small kitchen in the house.
She took two eggs and a handful of noodles from the fridge and turned on the stove.
In no time, she brought out two bowls of noodles and set them on the table.
"Stop crying and come eat," she urged.
Lu Xuanxuan hesitated in place, unsure whether to go over.
"If you don't come, I'll eat both bowls myself," Jiang Sui said, rolling up her sleeves and starting to eat.
Lu Xuanxuan swallowed hard.
Still stubborn, she declared, "I don't want to eat!"
"Alright, then I'll eat it all." Jiang Sui pulled her bowl over.
Lu Xuanxuan immediately rushed forward to guard her food. "That's mine, you're not allowed to eat it!"
Jiang Sui reluctantly let go.
Hmph, little brat.
I've survived countless palace intrigues—how could I not handle you?
As the scene showed mother and daughter happily starting on their tomato and egg noodles, the atmosphere in the livestream chat began to shift.

"Ah, seeing this actually makes me smile like a doting mother."
"Me too, suddenly I want to cry."
"Xuanbao is just a little tsundere, and Jiang Sui isn't actually that bad, right?"
"She left the child hungry for so long and she's not evil?"
"Exactly, look at how hungry Xuanxuan is. If she's not her real mother, she's not her real mother. The child has really suffered."
"Come on, haven't you ever been left hungry by your mom when you refused to eat as a kid?"
"Off-topic, but don't you think Jiang Sui is really skillful in the kitchen? Wasn't she the one who couldn't even crack an egg without dropping the shell into the pan? But this tomato and egg noodle soup looks delicious!"
"I'm dying, I just came from the other stream. Bai Xixue made her son cook and the food turned out burnt. Compared to that, these two are eating way too well!"
...
Jiang Sui knew there were cameras everywhere—the variety show was almost fully livestreamed.
She didn’t care much about being hated online. After living through so many worlds, her heart was already colder than a butcher’s knife after ten years of chopping fish.
But this was her last life, her one true, complete existence.
If she wanted to turn things around, she had to change the fate of this body, doomed to be cannon fodder.
She was used to this kind of scenario, but this time, she had no chance to start over.
So she had to behave and live out her life to the end.
The old Jiang Sui would never have cooked before—she wouldn't even touch water in spring, let alone step into a kitchen.
But as someone who had lived through countless lives, forget tomato and egg noodles—even a full imperial banquet was nothing to her now.
Who could understand the pain of once having to become a royal kitchen chef?