Chapter 44 p2
Cheng Tingyan didn’t dare to listen anymore, that sweet and persistent voice would make her weak, but as Maomao’s dad said, it would all end eventually.
Eating too much candy would make the bitterness even more bitter.
Her survival instincts told her she couldn’t listen anymore, but just as she quietly retreated a few steps, she heard the little chubby bunny inside mention her dad.
Then a strange “Mmm mmm…” sound?
Cheng Tingyan stopped retreating.
In the next second, a loud crash came from the room.
Cheng Tingyan ran towards the door without hesitation.
But the person and the pig who had been listening attentively at the door were even faster.
With the piglet’s efforts, the bedroom door, which had only been slightly ajar, was flung open. Before Cheng Tingyan could even enter, she could see everything inside clearly.
The overturned stool, Maomao’s dad jumping in anger, the piglet nudging his other foot, and…
“Uncle Wei, put Maomao down.” Cheng Tingyan hurriedly stepped forward, standing on tiptoe to support the little chubby bunny’s struggling feet.
“… “ Wei Chengli shooed the pig away with his foot, placed the little chubby dumpling he was holding onto the table, and released the hand covering her mouth.
“Are you okay?” Cheng Tingyan climbed onto another stool, pulling down Wei Maomao’s collar slightly to check her neck.
“She’s fine, I was holding onto the back of her clothes.” Wei Chengli explained awkwardly. “She lost her balance, the stool flipped over, I didn’t have time to catch her, so I grabbed the back of her clothes. If I hadn’t, she would have fallen.”
“It’s because you covered my mouth that I lost my balance.” Wei Maomao, who had been suspended in the air for a while, said angrily.
“It’s because you…” Wei Chengli was so agitated that he almost repeated Wei Maomao’s words, but he swallowed them back when he met Cheng Tingyan’s gaze, saying dejectedly, “Forget it…”
“Daddy, why did you cover my mouth, was it because I said Yan Yan’s dad is very, very bad?” Finally able to continue this topic, Wei Maomao wouldn’t let it go.
“No, it’s because you’re very, very bad…” Wei Chengli leaned against the table weakly. “Did you just ignore everything Daddy said earlier?”
“I’m not bad.” Wei Maomao insisted, tilting her head. “Daddy, why didn’t you ask me why Yan Yan’s dad is bad!”
Wei Chengli rubbed his temples: “… “ Daddy, seeing how fiercely you react to even a spark, didn’t dare to ask!
“Yan Yan doesn’t eat mushrooms, Yan Yan’s dad makes her eat mushrooms every day, do you think he’s bad or not?” Wei Maomao broke the silence with a loud voice.
After saying that, Wei Maomao cautiously glanced at Cheng Tingyan. Seeing that she didn’t react negatively, she breathed a small sigh of relief. Okay, as expected, as long as she scored points quickly enough, she would have the opportunity to say a few more things without being alienated.
Wei Chengli straightened up and looked at Cheng Tingyan. “Is that true?”
Cheng Tingyan didn’t answer.
“Maomao?” Wei Chengli looked at Wei Maomao.
“I’m not lying.” Wei Maomao sat down at the table, emphasizing her point.
“Yes.” Cheng Tingyan didn’t want Wei Chengli to misunderstand the little chubby bunny, so she spoke up reluctantly.
She didn’t know why, but some things she could easily say to the little chubby bunny, but with anyone else… it was difficult.
“Did he make you eat mushrooms today?” Wei Chengli asked again with a serious expression.
“Not yet, but I’ll eat them tonight! She came to eat your noodles this morning, her family made braised pork with tofu and dried bean curd sheet and egg soup for lunch, no mushrooms. Right, Yan Yan?” Wei Maomao answered casually.
Her response was met with silence.
Wei Maomao, sitting at the table, leaned forward, looking at Cheng Tingyan, who was silent and avoiding her gaze, and asked hesitantly, “Was I wrong?”
“He put, shiitake mushrooms.” Cheng Tingyan didn’t want to lie to the little chubby bunny.
Damn it! Wei Maomao almost cursed out loud.
Wei Chengli pushed the little dumpling, who was about to climb down from the table, back onto the surface, walked over to Cheng Tingyan, squatted down, and carefully examined her face, parting her hair to check her ears and neck. He then held her wrist, examining both her hands and arms, and finally asked her to lift her legs.
“It’s okay, no rashes. Do you feel any discomfort? Nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, itchy eyes… difficulty breathing?” Wei Chengli asked meticulously.
Cheng Tingyan obediently cooperated with the examination, shaking her head in confusion.
“Then it’s not food… “ Wei Chengli breathed a sigh of relief.
But just as he relaxed, before he could finish his sentence, his mind went blank.
“Maomao! Next time you say someone doesn’t “eat” something, can you add the word ‘like’!” Wei Chengli gritted his teeth, grabbing the little dumpling from the table, pinching her cheeks. “Ow! You little rascal!”
Wei Maomao: ???
But Wei Maomao had no idea what Wei Chengli was thinking.
Thanks to her, although Wei Chengli wouldn’t admit it, Cheng Feiying’s image in his mind was truly awful.
Earlier, after Wei Maomao had said “bad” several times, then mentioned that Cheng Feiying made Cheng Tingyan eat things she didn’t like every day, Wei Chengli’s already exhausted brain… went a bit too far with its assumptions.
Thinking back now, Wei Chengli felt like he had lost his mind, how could he have mistaken it for a food allergy… If it was an allergy, why would he make it every day, wouldn’t it be disastrous after just one meal?!
“It’s all your fault!” Wei Chengli pinched her chubby cheeks repeatedly in frustration.
Wei Maomao: ???
Wei Maomao, caught in the midst of it all, hadn’t reacted yet, but the viewers in the live broadcast room clearly witnessed how Wei Chengli’s expression switched between seriousness and exasperated anger.
“Hahaha, did Director Wei just want to say ‘food poisoning’? Although he’s telling Maomao not to focus on people’s bad points, so this is how he views Cheng Feiying in his heart, help…”
“Someone save Director Wei! It’s not ‘food poisoning’! Based on his observation of Yan Yan and the questions he asked, I think he suspected ‘food allergy.’”
“Honestly, ‘food poisoning’ and ‘food allergy’ aren’t that different. As a director, his imagination runs wild, my toes have already dug a 2000 square meter mansion for Director Wei!”
“Hahaha, no wonder Director Wei is pinching Maomao’s face, a perfectly good person, completely misled by the chubby bunny.”
“Thank goodness they can’t see the live broadcast, otherwise, Cheng Feiying would already be on his way to beat them up.”
“Director Wei definitely wants to delete this segment, unfortunately, he’s not the director here, hehe…”
“Hahaha, Director Wei keeps telling Maomao, ‘I don’t believe what you’re saying, you have to listen to me,’ but deep down he’s thinking, ‘My baby is right, they’re all bad guys!’”
“What is this ‘Tutu’ they’re talking about, is it ‘Tutu Adventures’? Has anyone figured out which cartoon it is! Is this generation of netizens even trying!”
“Hahaha, I’m dying of laughter, we really can’t find it, I found so many weird ‘Rabbit Adventures,’ but they all seem wrong.”
“I support CEO Mao taking Yan Yan home! If CEO Mao doesn’t have enough money, we can crowd-fund to raise Yan Yan.”
“Speaking of, when Director Wei said he would give Maomao the money she earned from the show, he was being serious, right? I’m taking it seriously, from now on, I’m going to keep both of Maomao’s live streams open, and click on the ads in her live streams whenever I have time! Our Yan Yan’s three meals a day, hot water, and warm food, all depend on CEO Mao’s earnings!”
“It’s a live broadcast, Director Wei has to keep his word. I also have to praise our little CEO Shen, otherwise, Maomao wouldn’t even know she could earn money from being on the show, hahaha.”
“Speaking of, I read in the gossip news that Cheng Tingyan and Cheng Rongrong don’t have the same mother, right? Yan Yan’s mother is still alive, right? Doesn’t she watch the live broadcast?”
…
Wei Maomao’s face was pinched repeatedly by Wei Chengli. It wasn’t until Wen Xixi came to her rescue that she escaped her father’s wrath, her face red with anger.
Wei Chengli calmed down a bit, squatted down, and confirmed with Cheng Tingyan, “Yan Yan, so you don’t like eating mushrooms, is that right? You don’t like any kind of mushroom? Shiitake, oyster, enoki, lion’s mane, king oyster, button, straw…”
“I don’t like any of them…” Cheng Tingyan softly interrupted Wei Chengli’s attempt to list all the mushroom names.
“Then does your dad know you don’t like mushrooms?” Wei Chengli asked again.
Cheng Tingyan hesitated for a long time, but the person in front of her remained motionless, waiting patiently. Finally, she shook her head. “I don’t know, if he knows.”
“… “ Wei Chengli was speechless. “Then if you don’t like them, tell your dad, if you tell him, he won’t make them… um, he won’t make them every day?”
Wei Chengli didn’t know why, but he suddenly didn’t dare to sound so certain.
Oh, it was all because of the little rascal.
Wei Chengli reached out, and Wei Maomao dodged him alertly.
Cheng Tingyan remained silent.
“Do you want to tell your dad?” Wei Maomao ran back and gently tugged on Cheng Tingyan’s hand.
If she had a choice, Wei Maomao wouldn’t want to make things difficult for Cheng Tingyan. But Cheng Tingyan was the victim, some topics couldn’t be avoided, whether it was silence, hesitation, conflicted feelings, or a few broken words, it was all her way of expressing herself. Without her, everything they said would be mere speculation, powerless.
Cheng Tingyan shook her head.
Wei Chengli didn’t understand. “Why won’t you tell him?”
“I…” Cheng Tingyan tightened her grip on the warm little chubby paw in her hand. “I don’t think, it’s useful.”
Cheng Tingyan actually felt that Cheng Feiying probably knew she didn’t like mushrooms, it was an inexplicable feeling.
He seemed to be deliberately making them, waiting for her to say something.
She didn’t want to say anything, didn’t want to ask… It was her silent rebellion.
“Don’t think that way. Even dads aren’t all-knowing, you have to tell him, so he’ll know.” Wei Chengli entered his patient persuasion mode again.
Cheng Tingyan pursed her lips tightly, expressing her refusal with her attitude.
“Daddy! I’ll tell him!” Wei Maomao volunteered. As long as Yan Yan revealed the key information and her attitude, she would handle the rest.
“… “ Wei Chengli glanced at the eagerness on the little dumpling’s face, scoffed, and said dismissively, “Alright, alright, you go, you go, you’re the most talkative one.”
“Daddy, you told me to stop talking, then told me to talk. So, I was right!” Wei Maomao knew how to push her luck after gaining an inch.
Wei Chengli laughed in exasperation.
Stinky dumpling!
Ignoring his smug little daughter, Wei Chengli turned to Cheng Tingyan. “Then Yan Yan, did you eat enough at lunch? Do you want to eat something here? We have minced meat with tofu, stir-fried dried bean curd sheets with pork, and I can make some more scallion oil noodles from this morning.”
Cheng Tingyan shook her head gently. “No need, thank you, Uncle Wei, I’m full.”
Full after eating mushrooms she didn’t like… Really… Wei Chengli couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
“Do you guys want to take a nap?” Wei Chengli glanced around. “Where’s Wen Jiangyue?”
Wen Dongyu pointed outside. “Outside.”
“I’ll go check on her.” Wei Chengli pointed at the beds. “These two beds, think about whether you want to take a nap, if you do, boys on the left bed, girls on the right.”
With that, Wei Chengli glared at the smug little chubby one and left.
When he reached the courtyard, he saw Wen Jiangyue sitting upright on the deck chair, reading a book.
Wei Chengli couldn’t help but sigh softly.
Look at this child, so well-behaved.
Speaking of, the families participating in this show this time really… coupled with his own…
Wei Chengli now felt that he had no hope of making friends on the show, he just hoped that after filming, he wouldn’t have too many enemies.
Little Yueyue was the best, well-behaved and obedient, her dad was normal too, wouldn’t it be harmonious if everyone was like that!
“Yueyue, are you tired? Do you want to take a nap? What are you reading?” Wei Chengli walked over to the deck chair and asked gently.
“Uncle Wei, I’m reading the Song dynasty poem Dad asked me to memorize today, how do you read this character?” Wen Jiangyue held up the thick, self-printed book, pointing to a character. “Listening to the wind, listening to the rain past Qingming, mournful grass, what flower inscription?”
Wei Chengli looked at the character “瘗”* that Wen Jiangyue was pointing at…
Now he needed an excuse to borrow a phone and search it on Baidu… Urgent!
He was wrong, there were no normal dads, not a single one!
Help! He wanted to go home!
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T/N:
瘗(yì): bury / sacrifice
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