Sweet like Wine: Love Your Dimples Even More-Chapter 89 - 53: The Crazy Fan’s..._2

"Elder Ford, the way you’re saying this, I’m really going to be wronged. Sean Lowell’s pants are so tiny, merging the two legs into one wouldn’t fit me, right?" Gordon Sterling also didn’t want Elder Ford to worry about Sean Lowell while still in the country.

"Little apprentice, don’t forget, your master has eyes in Scotland." Elder Ford’s worries weren’t without reason.

"How could I forget? You even arranged for where we’re staying. Rest assured, Elder Ford, with me as the manager, there’s absolutely no chance your little, little, little, little, little apprentice will encounter any minor, minor, minor, minor, minor issues."

Gordon Sterling was fully confident, without considering issues like "paying taxes" or anything similar.

Sean Lowell chimed in, "I was on a long flight yesterday, so I just wanted to sleep and didn’t feel like eating. Now I’m hungry, so of course I’m eating. If you’re worried, I can have Gordon take a picture and send it to you."

"Why send a picture? The two of you can just live stream directly, right? I’m old, but I like what you young people enjoy."

"Got it! Elder Ford, if you enjoy live streaming, you should’ve said so earlier. Next time we stream, I’ll take you directly. That Sean Lowell, who can’t even speak properly, isn’t conducive for streaming."

"Who are you calling a fella?"

"Sean Lowell."

"Whose apprentice is Sean Lowell?"

"Yours, of course! Who in the world doesn’t know that?"

"Who are you calling a fella?" Elder Ford repeated the earlier question.

"Elder Ford, I’m wrong, so wrong, totally wrong. I’m the fella, would that be alright? Elder Ford, how about you knock me out with a wine jug?" Gordo was quick to admit his mistake, with a very positive attitude.

After apologizing, he still felt a bit afraid, grateful that he controlled himself earlier without leading with some nonsensical remarks.

"Don’t forget." Elder Ford changed to a tone no longer pursuing the issue.

"What?" Gordo was momentarily clueless.

"Take me live streaming, how about that? Are you not keeping your word?"

"Of course! Absolutely, more reliable than garlic and ginger!" It is said that the moods of the elderly and children can be unpredictable, and Gordon Sterling got to witness it firsthand.

He couldn’t fathom how Sean Lowell and Elder Ford had managed over the years living together.

If Sean Lowell heard Gordon Sterling’s internal shout, he would tell him in a serene voice devoid of worldly dust, "My master never told me such things."

While Gordon Sterling prepared the streaming route, Sean Lowell swiftly went upstairs, washed his face, shaved, and changed clothes.

The Jilted wasn’t particularly concerned with his appearance, since during Gordon Sterling’s live streams, he was often just a small, obscure presence in the background.

But if the master wanted to see him through the stream, he should indeed tidy up a bit.

Sean Lowell suddenly recalled something from back when he first started learning from Elder Ford. Didn’t the master say his retirement sanctuary strictly forbade the intrusion of any smart devices?

The master’s enthusiasm for live streaming was surprising, an interest even more trendsetting than Sean Lowell’s.

Once Gordon Sterling’s broad face appeared, it almost completely blocked the live streaming lens, leaving The Jilted scarcely visible.

The restaurant’s background environment was utterly indistinguishable.

This was the precise effect Gordon Sterling wanted.

Even though the chance of encountering crazy fans abroad was slim,

Nonetheless, even in Scotland, safeguarding his artist’s whereabouts and privacy is Gordon Sterling’s top priority as a manager.

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Gordon Sterling probably never imagined that one day, a live stream he impulsively initiated abroad, without disclosing the location, would not attract the crazy fans of The Jilted but rather the crazy fan of his own... mom.

"Are you Gordon Sterling?" A middle-aged woman, upon spotting a 340-pound Gordo descending from the second floor, directly blocked his path.

"Well, you have a good eye." Gordon Sterling always liked it when strangers praised him for being handsome.

If a stranger called him "handsome," he could eat three extra bowls of rice.

But the middle-aged woman’s next words left Gordon Sterling puzzled, "I demand that, starting now, you cease all live streams, or I’ll sue you for endangering underage girls."

"Huh? Auntie, who are you looking for?" Gordo politely used "Auntie," even though, regardless of the woman’s age, he would usually call a female "sister" or "beauty."