Another auntie quickly interjected, yfully pping the arm of the auntie who had just asked. "Come on now, we’re surrounded by the older folks here. Let’s not y games like those young adults. Just say it straight so everyone can understand," she remarked with a touch of frustration.


    "Alright, don’t beat me. You’re such an impatient old woman," She yfully retorted.


    "What?!" The auntie raised her hand again, but it was all in good-natured banter among friends.


    "My daughter says it stands for ’No Boyfriend Since Birth’," The aunt exined.


    "Are you kidding me? Look at how beautiful our Hera is! Do you really think she’s ’NBSB’?" the aunties eximed incredulously.


    "Well, that does make sense," another auntie chimed in, nodding thoughtfully.


    Hera pouted and responded. "I had a boyfriend before..."


    "Before?" The auntie pushed Hera to say more, they wanted to gossip like a young girl but little did they know that there were even more people listening to them, like the viewers who were tuned in to Hera’s livestream and there was also Xavier who was silently eating but his attention was on what Hera and the others are talking about.


    If one observed him, they might assume he was deeply engrossed in his meal, yet his ears remained attentively perked up.


    "Come now, dear, spill the beans! How many boyfriends have you had?" Aunt Sabby inquired excitedly. "Was it ten, fifteen, or were you simply toying with young men’s hearts? Hmm?"


    "Aunt Sabby, what kind of girl do you think I am?" Hera retorted, pouting with an irritated expression before continuing. "I’ve only had one boyfriend since my sophomore year of high school, and we just broke upst week." As Hera spoke, she was aware that the production team would likely use these shots to stir up drama once the recording was released. However, she also realized she felt indifferent about the topic now.


    No pain, no bitterness, just nothing. She was indifferent about it.


    "No way! Who would believe that? Even my daughter has had three boyfriends already!" Aunt Sabby eximed incredulously, leaning in closer to Hera to press for more information. She was inclined to believe her daughter’s assertion that city girls changed boyfriends as frequently as they changed clothes, so she wasn’t too concerned about her daughter’s rtionship history anymore because it often led to fights. She reasoned that times had changed, and attitudes towards dating had likely shifted as well.


    Hera couldn’t help but chuckle at Aunt Sabby’s expression. "It’s true, believe it or not," she confirmed, before delving into an exnation of how busy she had been, juggling her studies and part-time jobs since she started working. While she omitted certain details that might obviously lead to Alexi, but she subtly dropped hints that attentive viewers might pick up on.


    "Isn’t that the most foolish excuse a man could use? Don’t tell me he was cheating? He must be blind," Aunt Sabby eximed, her frustration evident. She couldn’t decide whether she was more exasperated by Hera’s ex’s apparent foolishness or by the possibility that he was blinded by greed of wanting to have more women by his side.


    Hera avoided answering the questions after giving her own ount of the story, this was already enough for the viewers as ammunition to clear her name and to avoid any trouble in the future concerning Minerva and Alexi. She just couldn’t pass any opportunity to make sure that her proof and evidence alongside her side of the story to be known by most people without mentioning anyone’s name.


    This will give her a better standing in people’s hearts as the victim who magnanimously shielded the people who harmed her. Hera couldn’t help but be gleeful after her inner viiness strikes without giving much of her intentions.


    Her every action appeared subtle and innocent, yet in truth, it was meticulously calcted.


    Once they finished their lunch and small talk, Hera and the others returned to their work. With the milk and other produce already delivered to the market and production warehouses, Hera was directed to where the cows were fed.


    She receivedprehensive training on cow care, learning the proper feeding regimen and how to inspect for wounds to prevent infections. Regr checkups were conducted to ensure the livestock remained healthy andpliant with health protocols.


    As she thought the training session had concluded, Hera was surprised to be instructed to don a protective suit and boots. Though puzzled, sheplied, and even the cameraman was outfitted in simr gear. Their confusion dissipated when they were led to clear the cow manure from the barn, where the cows spent much of their time alongside the open grazing area and the milking parlor.


    The overpowering stench of manure filled the air as they entered the barn, causing the cameraman’s lips to twitch incessantly. Aunt Sabby and the others cast worried nces at Hera, aware that city dwellers were unustomed to such odors and might struggle with them. Even the cameraman couldn’t help but scrunch his nose in distaste after stepping inside.


    Hera remained unfazed as she surveyed the spacious barn. Its size exined why a dozen people were needed to clean it up. The vigers were surprised to see Hera disying no signs of difort. It was natural for them to assume she would struggle, considering herck of experience in animal care. However, Hera was proving herself more than capable.


    "You’re not feeling ufortable with the smell of the manure?" Aunt Sabby inquired, inching closer to Hera. She suspected Hera might be putting on a brave front to avoid offending anyone, but Aunt Sabby wanted to assure her that it was perfectly eptable to express any difort she felt. She wanted Hera to know that they wouldn’t judge her for it.


    Hera shook her head before responding, "Well, poop is supposed to be smelly." Her remark caused Aunt Sabby to cackle back and forth as they walked inside together, each holding a floor wiper.


    Upon hearing Hera’s response, the other vigers ceased worrying about her and joined in theughter with Aunt Sabby.


    [AuntieNextDoor: Hahaha. Her delivery was priceless! Innocent and confused, yet hrious. I can’t stopughing!]


    [PasserbyGod: Absolutely! I nearly fell off my chairughing. But seriously, that smell can knock you off your feet, especially for first-timers. Kudos to Hera for handling it so well.]


    [HeraismySister: That’s one of the things I admire about her. She’s genuine and down-to-earth. Her reaction was priceless!]


    [JustPassingBy: I remember visiting my grandparents in the countryside, where they had cows too. The size of the manure piles was bigger than my face, and the smell was unbearable. I gagged a few times; it was so ufortable.]


    As a result, viewers tuning in to Hera’s livestream found amon topic to discuss, sharing their own experiences and praising Hera’s adept handling of the situation. They also began discussing Hera’s interactions with the vigers thus far. This marked the most amicable interaction witnessed on the Variety Show ’The Quest’ to date.


    Because it was evident that the vigers visited by the Variety Show were somewhat aloof from the show’s participants and often held judgmental views of city folks.