Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
At this moment, the comments started to complain about why Fu Xin didnât share some food with the children. However, the old fans in Fu Xinâs live-stream still understood them and helped Fu Xin explain. They said that when Little Xinyuan cooked every day, he would cook just the right food for the two of them. He was very accurate and never cooked much.
In the end, Feng Fei couldnât help but complain, âMy motherâs cooking is too bad. Iâve lost a lot of weight.â
âMe too. Dad usually cooks in our house. Mommy doesnât cook as well as Daddy.â Huo Ran also started to complain.
âSigh!â Feng Jun only sighed and knew that his motherâs cooking was not very delicious.
The director looked at the screen and couldnât help but feel sad. He really didnât want to starve the children.
Fu Xin really couldnât bear to see the little ones like this, so she slammed her chopsticks on the table and asked the little ones, âDo you really want to eat?â The little ones nodded vigorously and looked at her expectantly. âAlright, Iâll get some from next door.â As she spoke, she got up. Just as she reached the door next door, she saw her neighbor walk out with a large plate of dishes. The plate was full. There were braised pork ribs, soft fried tenderloin, stir-fried vegetables⦠These were all Fu Xinâs favorites. At this moment, Fu Xin was like the little ones just now. Looking at these dishes, she was about to drool.
âIâm watching the live broadcast too. The children are hungry. Take these!â The neighbor handed the plate to Fu Xin.
Since she had seen it, Fu Xin didnât decline anymore. âThank you, Sister.â No one was following her. If there was, the old friend in the live-stream would have realized that Fu Xin actually had times when she was sweet-talking.
Then, the sister next door brought out a basin of piping hot rice. âIâll send the rice over for you.â
âOkay!â Fu Xin quickly agreed and left her house. At this moment, the cameraman also captured them. Fu Xin quickly said to the camera, âAll our expenses here are paid by the production team. You can ask the director for money later.â
âNo need, no need.â The sister next door refused repeatedly.
Actually, Fu Xin didnât really want her neighbor next door to ask for money from the production team. She was deliberately reminding the director in front of the camera. When the director saw this, he understood what Fu Xin meant. He said a few words to the person beside him, roughly asking him to record it.
When Fu Xin returned home, the little ones were already sitting around the dining table. When the dishes and rice were served, they hurriedly started to eat. They even said that the food cooked by the aunt next door was as fragrant as Little Xinyuanâs.
The little ones were so touched by such delicious food that they were about to cry. It seemed like they had not felt this way for a long time. They ate very happily.
Like them, Fu Xin also served the food. However, after eating, she kept feeling that the food was different. It tasted like she had eaten it somewhere before. Moreover, it suited her taste very well, as if it had been specially prepared for her.
The children were also very satisfied with tonightâs dinner. They had originally come to learn how to make fishing rods, but they did not expect to have an unexpected harvest!
âIâm too full. I canât eat anymore.â Feng Fei ate the last mouthful of rice and then straightened his stomach. A piece of his belly was revealed from his clothes.
âMe too. I had one bowl at home today, two bowls here, a total of three bowls of rice!â Huo Ran burped, so full that it reached his throat.
Feng Jun didnât care about his image as a big brother anymore. He patted his belly and said, âThis is the best meal Iâve eaten here. I donât even know what the food I ate before was called. Why is it so disgusting?â Feng Jun was mercilessly complaining to Zhang Nan!
What was the name of the food? âCould it be pig feed?â Fu Xin asked. Feng Jun thought for a moment and did not care too much. âItâs pig feed.â Huo Ranâs puzzled gaze landed on Fu Xinâs face. âIs pig feed for pigs?â âYes!â Feng Jun agreed a little angrily.
The little ones were really cute. Fu Xin was charmed by their cuteness and pinched Feng Junâs face gently.
âEven if the food is delicious, you canât eat like this. Itâs not good for your health.â Jiang Xinyuan put down his chopsticks elegantly and looked at Feng Feiâs exposed belly. âChildren canât eat too much at night.â
âThatâs because you can eat such delicious dishes every day, unlike us.â Feng Fei retorted but was envious.
âActually, I donât cook well. I only know how to boil them. The rice I cook is all burnt. But even so, Little Xinyuan still ate all the food I made.â Fu Xin still felt a little inferior about this. She couldnât be like those superhuman mothers who made delicious food for their children and had to trouble Jiang Xinyuan to make food for her.
âWho said that? Mommyâs cooking is very delicious,â Jiang Xinyuan retorted seriously. âAnd boiled vegetables are very nutritious..â