Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show-Chapter 52 Your Family’s Elder Princess

After Director Sun left, the program crew arrived shortly after to deliver breakfast.

Sang Chuan was overjoyed, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the meat buns: "Sis, the crew has finally shown some humanity today. I thought we’d have to suffer like yesterday and go foraging up the mountain to find food ourselves."

Song Shiye was cautious and stopped Sang Chuan just as he reached for the buns on the table: "Wait a second, there’s no such thing as a free breakfast. What if the program crew is setting us up?"

"Eat, the food’s already here and ready to go. You’d be a fool not to eat. Getting duped is still better than going hungry."

These words from Sang Ning dispelled Song Shiye’s concerns—she was right. Filling your stomach is vital above all.

After breakfast was delivered, Hu Zhi, Grandma Song, and Shen Yi all got up one after another. Only Sang Youming and Mr. Shen remained sound asleep due to their hangovers.

Sang Ning walked into the house to check on Sang Youming, who was sleeping like a literal pig. Despite the brick house having two beds, for some inexplicable reason, Sang Youming and Mr. Shen ended up sharing one bed, facing each other snugly, embraced in mutual slumber.

Hu Zhi and Shen Yi each grabbed one of them, attempting to separate the pair. But the two drunken men were immovable, like giant boulders. Not only did they fail to budge, but they tightened their embrace instead.

[Is this the "revolutionary friendship" forged by drinking together? They’ve bonded to the point of inseparability in just one day.]

[Middle-aged men’s friendships are simple: one drinking session and hand-holding equal instant camaraderie.]

"Just let them keep sleeping," Sang Ning said with a hint of resignation.

Hu Zhi, her hand still on Sang Youming, tried again to wake him: "But filming is about to start. How can we begin without waking them up?"

"We don’t necessarily need them. They’re this hungover, so it might be better to let them rest awhile longer."

Initially, Sang Ning had planned to give Sang Youming a good talking-to, but now it seemed she wouldn’t have the chance just yet.

Shen Yi also abandoned his efforts to rouse Mr. Shen, whose level of drunkenness far exceeded his expectations.

Sang Ning contacted Director Sun, informing him that Sang Youming and Mr. Shen might miss today’s filming. Director Sun said he understood, prioritizing safety first.

He was terrified of these two drunkards. Today’s activities were packed with intense physical labor; forcing them to work might result in disaster—then who’d take responsibility?

After finishing breakfast, Sang Ning and the rest followed the staff to the gathering spot. Chu Xi, Chu Wei, and the Qin Kai family arrived almost simultaneously.

Once all the guests had assembled, Director Sun began announcing the day’s challenge.

"Dear guests, the next four days will be dedicated to the Yellow Peach Picking and Selling Festival. Shortly, you will draw lots to form teams, with two families per team. Each team must pick and sell 400 pounds of yellow peaches daily."

Director Sun hadn’t even finished speaking before the guests burst out in collective groans.

"Oh my god, 400 pounds! Director Sun, do you think we’re pack animals?" Sang Chuan clutched his head in mock despair.

[Haha, nailed it—he really is treating you like pack animals.]

"Four hundred pounds? That’s impossible. We’re not professional fruit pickers."

"Exactly, exactly. Look at Sister Xi and my frail arms and legs—if anything, the peaches will be picking us!" freёwebnoѵel.com

Chu Xi and Chu Wei chimed in, grumbling in tandem.

Although the others didn’t vocalize their thoughts, their expressions said it all—each face vividly displayed the desire to "punch someone."

Sang Ning’s expression, however, remained calm. After all, she had once picked more than a thousand pounds alone in a day. Now they only needed 400 pounds with the workload shared—it wasn’t bad at all.

She suspected the program crew had already laid a trap for them, eagerly waiting for them to fall into it. Without blinking, she asked calmly: "Director Sun, is this all? No other requirements?"

[Director Sun: My biggest fear is Sang Ning suddenly speaking up. Every time she asks questions, I start doubting whether the challenge might be too easy to properly test the guests.]

Her question immediately turned several heads her way.

"Sang Ning, are you stupid? It’s 400 pounds, not 4 pounds! We’re all girls here—if you’re not helping, fine, but could you at least not be a smart aleck about it?" Chu Wei, visibly annoyed, puffed up in frustration, clearly not regarding Sang Ning as the older sister figure.

[I agree Sang Ning talks without considering the difficulty—poor Chu Wei with her petite frame would struggle even with ten pounds. Can someone cut her some slack?]

[Oh, come off it. Your precious Chu Wei needs to toughen up. Yellow peaches are big and much easier to pick than other fruits. Plus, it’s a task split between two families, not by herself alone. The program has already made it very manageable.]

[Everyone whining for Chu Wei clearly hasn’t worked on a farm. Some farmers pick over a thousand pounds of yellow peaches solo in a single day—where’s your sympathy for them? This is a rural show, after all. If they couldn’t handle hardship, why agree to join in the first place?]

Chu Xi smirked with a sneer, as if mocking Sang Ning’s idiocy. If she wanted to act heroic, fine, but why drag everyone else into it? Now she was on the receiving end of complaints—serves her right!

Li Sulan raised her chin with an air of superiority, glaring at Sang Ning with disdain as she scoffed, "Not happening. Whoever likes picking peaches can do it—I refuse. Picking 400 pounds? Do you know how much effort it’ll take to restore my hands afterward?"

Director Sun felt a headache coming on after hearing Li Sulan’s declaration. If she outright refused to cooperate, what could he do? Serving wealthy socialites was simply exhausting.

Sang Ning glanced at her, speaking deliberately and unhurriedly: "Well then, Mrs. Chu, you might as well leave now. You’re more suited for high-society reality shows; the rural stage can’t accommodate your distinguished stature."

[Bravo, Sang Ning! She’s my certified clap-back queen, speaking the truth loud and clear. If the wealthy ladies can’t endure hardship, they should stick to sipping afternoon tea and doing spa treatments.]

Li Sulan’s face immediately changed color. After all, she’d been Sang Ning’s stepmother for twenty years, and yet Sang Ning dared to humiliate her publicly.

Chu Xi immediately stepped up in defense of Li Sulan: "Mr. Sang, you’re being too harsh. My mom has always been used to a life of luxury and hasn’t done manual labor before. It’s only natural she’d feel some discomfort and complain a bit. You saying such things really hurts her feelings."

[Classic Chu Xi, always ready to be her mother’s shield—a true filial daughter through and through. There’s no rule saying elite women can’t join rural reality shows. Complaining a bit is hardly a crime.]

Sang Ning shrugged nonchalantly: "Your mom may be your household’s precious princess and deserves pampering, but I’m not part of your household."

Chu Xi faltered, unsure of how to reply, while Li Sulan’s expression darkened even further. Director Sun’s face was full of worry—great, now he was worried these women might actually go at it.

[Sister Sang really understands the art of conversation. She’s basically saying, "Your mom’s feelings aren’t my problem—I couldn’t care less."]

[It’s not artful conversation—it’s masterful provocation. That "princess" remark probably gave Li Sulan a figurative punch to the gut that’ll linger for months.]

[Suddenly, I want to watch some drama unfold. Program crew, could you bend the rules a little to pair Sang Ning and Chu Xi’s family together? It would absolutely deliver some quality entertainment.]