Transmigrated as The Best Female Character of the Year

"Even after watching Warm Wind Blowing North and being blown away by Melody Monroe’s acting, I wasn’t a fan. But this show? It’s totally converted me. I love her, love her!"

"Warm Wind is seriously so good! You can totally treat it as a different story from the original novel."

"Melody Monroe’s acting is incredible! Especially her comeback after five years—so powerful."

"Are you guys getting off-topic? Why are we talking about Warm Wind here? Melody Monroe totally deserves to be famous! And it looks like she’s about to get huge!"

"Did you guys see the new behind-the-scenes clip? Melody Monroe and Zane Langdon eating cake together... it was the sweetest thing ever. I was a solo stan, but now I’m a shipper!"

Evan Fairchild watched the screen fill with bullet comments, his brows furrowed tightly.

Not a single one of these comments resonated with him. He found them all irritating.

But if he turned off the comments, the screen wouldn’t be filled with just Melody Monroe, and he had no desire to look at anyone else.

"President Fairchild, it’s time for the meeting," Tommy reminded him softly.

Evan Fairchild glanced up at the time. It was already 2 PM. He had been scrolling on his phone since the morning.

’I promised myself I wouldn’t be so pathetic. That I absolutely wouldn’t watch her live stream today. But in the end, I just couldn’t help myself.’

Evan Fairchild put his phone away, stood up, and walked toward the conference room.

Today’s meeting was extremely important. He was going to invest in a new project, and if the investment was successful, the things the Sheffield Family had developed would become their raw materials.

’My older brother must really be getting old.’

’When I make my move, I’ll have the Sheffield Family by the throat!’

...

After three busy hours, Melody Monroe had skillfully used a few large stones to build a natural stove. Among their supplies was a frying pan, and beside it sat some washed wild vegetables.

"These stones are all clean. What are they for?" Jenson Yates asked, walking over to Melody Monroe while carrying a bag of black pebbles.

Melody Monroe took out a bag and poured all the stones onto it to dry.

"Go see if they’ve caught any fish yet."

"Okay."

In the distance, several people were gathered together, each holding a woven straw basket.

"Whoa! There really are fish!"

"So many! So many, I have several in here!"

"I’ve got some too!"

"Melody Monroe’s method really worked!"

"Quick, let’s see how many we got!"

The group came running over, holding the straw baskets. They poured all the fish into a bucket that had been prepared beforehand. Fish of all sizes filled it halfway!

"Everyone, gut the fish, wash them, and marinate them with salt," Melody Monroe instructed.

Everyone immediately got busy.

Melody Monroe placed the pebbles they had just collected into the pan and began heating them over the fire. She then tossed some of the smaller fish in with the stones, mixing them together. Instantly, a fragrant aroma wafted out.

The small fish sizzled to a golden brown the moment they touched the hot stones. So that’s what the pebbles were for!

A few minutes later, Melody Monroe took out the small, crispy fish and placed them on a prepared plate.

"Captain, what are you planning to do with the rest of the fish?"

"The show provided some ingredients. With this many fish, we should be able to make four different flavors."

"Captain, you’re amazing! You even know how to cook? The smell of this food is making my mouth water!"

At that moment, the bullet comments were also a uniform wall of drooling emojis.