Chapter 52 p1
Cheng Feiying knew there were many crazy people in the world. But what had he done wrong to encounter three of them at the same table…
That three-year-old Wei Maomao, who said she would bring her own food, actually brought a lunchbox filled with food.
That was fine.
That thirty-something-year-old Wei Chengli, actually brought a pot and followed them in, saying that the green beans weren’t cooked thoroughly and would cause poisoning if eaten, so he had to bring it over to continue stewing… He was unbelievably thick-skinned!
Of course, this was tolerable.
But the key was…
Cheng Feiying scowled at Cheng Tingyan, what was wrong with her? Someone offered to swap meals, and she agreed without hesitation, abandoning the stew he made, which looked delicious, and choosing that box of garbage brought by the three-year-old, was she out of her mind?
It just had some shiitake mushrooms in it, right? Even with the mushrooms, it was still better than that box filled with tofu, minced meat, dried bean curd sheets, noodles, potatoes, rice… It looked like something made from a day’s worth of leftovers!
And she was even eating it with gusto? Usually, at home, she would only take a couple of bites before refusing to eat anymore? Was she so happy eating garbage?
It was all because of those two…
Cheng Feiying glanced at the father and daughter who had supposedly brought their own food but were now diligently eating the food he made.
The three-year-old said she would swap meals with Cheng Tingyan, so… let her eat.
This thirty-something-year-old, holding a pot of uncooked green beans, squatting in front of his stove, roasting potatoes, looking like a beggar in a dilapidated temple, he had just politely asked him if he wanted to join them for a bite out of courtesy because they were on live broadcast, why did he actually sit down at the table?
Oh, and he even brought over his unappetizing-looking green bean stew and two obviously burnt potatoes, saying they should share…
Who wanted to share this with him! He and his troublemaker daughter didn’t even eat it themselves!
Cheng Feiying, watching the three eating with gusto, felt a headache coming on. Although he had worked hard all day, he had completely lost his appetite.
Wei Maomao poked a piece of potato with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth, glancing at Cheng Feiying out of the corner of her eye. Hmm, seeing him unhappy made the potato taste even better.
Wei Chengli, after all, was an adult, and he didn’t have any deep-seated resentment towards Cheng Feiying, he couldn’t bring himself to enjoy someone else’s anger. He did sit down and eat, but he didn’t dare to look at Cheng Feiying’s expression the entire time. Sigh… After all, he was also forced into this.
It all started over half an hour ago, when the little stinky dumpling dropped the bomb, “I’ll bring my own food.”
As he was leaving, Wei Chengli discreetly grabbed a staff member near the gate and asked. Apparently, Cheng Feiying’s stew had been simmering for quite some time. The rice in the rice cooker had just started cooking, meaning he had less than half an hour to prepare a meal for the little stinky dumpling who had just made a bold claim…
What could he possibly do in half an hour? It was only enough for him to wash two vegetables yesterday at noon.
Honestly, Wei Chengli tried his best, because he had confirmed with the little stinky dumpling that this meal was meant to be swapped with Cheng Tingyan. So he didn’t try anything new, using the minced meat with tofu recipe he received at noon, adding a little bit of the scallion oil recipe from this morning.
However, the dishes Cheng Feiying made, which he had tasted last night, were quite good. Bringing food to swap today, Wei Chengli felt that although the taste might not be as good, at least the variety of ingredients shouldn’t be too far behind Cheng Feiying’s stew, right?
So Wei Chengli rummaged through the fridge and found all the ingredients they had gathered throughout the day.
Mmm…
It’s just that after cooking it, although the taste was alright, it looked… like coarsely chopped… mush?
The crumbled tofu, the mashed potatoes, the broken dried bean curd sheets, the sticky noodles… These natural reactions that happened in the pot, he couldn’t be blamed for that, right?
Actions speak louder than words.
Seeing the little chubby dumpling standing by the lunchbox, staring at it in silence, Wei Chengli’s survival instincts kicked in.
Unfortunately, the little rascal was truly dissatisfied with the food in the lunchbox. Even the photo of the little white flower he had printed, which he had planned to use to tease her, couldn’t make her smile.
But when he insisted on accompanying her to dinner and was forced to agree to her seemingly harmless request, “You have to listen to me when we get there,” the little rascal smiled…
Sigh, he shouldn’t have been blinded by his desire to appease the dumpling, he should have known that listening to her would lead to no good.
He could have waited for the green beans to cook, waited for the potatoes to roast, and eaten green bean stew with roasted potatoes, but when Cheng Feiying politely invited them, the little rascal sitting at the table beckoned him with her finger…
He could have just taken a couple of bites to be polite, but the little rascal kept picking food for him… picking and picking… non-stop…
Wei Chengli buried his head in his bowl, quickly shoveling the two pieces of meat the little dumpling had just put in his bowl into his mouth.
Mmm, delicious.
Face buried in his bowl, chopsticks moving rapidly, Wei Chengli was trying his best to deceive himself, unaware that his cameraman was already standing on a stool behind him, the camera zoomed in on his bowl, capturing a close-up. Naturally, he was even more unaware that the viewers in the live broadcast room were watching as a piece of meat, a piece of potato, then another piece of meat were quickly fed to him by Wei Maomao and disappeared into his bowl.
“Tsk tsk tsk, Director Wei must be starving from his own cooking, look how enthusiastically he’s eating.”
“Hahaha, of course, Director Wei only had the two boiled eggs left over from Maomao’s breakfast yesterday for lunch, then ate the ginger feast for dinner, and today he’s been eating the mediocre food he made for the first time following a recipe, he has to savor every bite of delicious food he gets.”
“Speaking of, it’s all thanks to CEO Mao’s guidance that Director Wei can eat so heartily. Adults overthink too much, they’re not as insightful as our CEO Mao.”
“What’s going on, our three-year-old CEO Mao has become a life coach? Tell me more! This poor, lonely person is in the middle of cooking dinner, did I miss something?”
“Hahaha, the person above, what are you cooking dinner for, you missed the best part!”
“So before cooking, Director Wei confirmed with CEO Mao if she was planning to swap his food with Yan Yan’s. Then CEO Mao praised him for being clever. Then Director Wei, out of curiosity, asked CEO Mao… um, I don’t remember the exact words, but he was basically teasing her, asking why she kept criticizing Cheng Feiying but was still eating his food. Then CEO Mao said, ‘What did the food do wrong?’”
“Hahaha, I know this one. This line should be from episode sixteen of ‘Tutu Adventures,’ the bad monkey swapped the ropes, Tutu shouldn’t refuse to swap ropes just because the monkey is bad!”
“The person above is wrong! It must be from episode seven, the goat tricked Tutu into going home, but Tutu ended up emptying his entire house, so generous!”
“You guys are obsessed with that cartoon, hahaha! I refuse to believe that the aesthetically questionable ‘Tutu Adventures’ we found is the one they’re watching! I think CEO Mao simply said that because Cheng Feiying had implied earlier that he decides what Yan Yan eats, so she’s here to eat his food out of spite.”
“Hahaha, because one baby can’t finish it all, she brought her dad along to help?”
“I’m dying of laughter, you guys are so mean, CEO Mao is not the kind of person who wants to empty Cheng Feiying’s pot every day to prevent Yan Yan from eating any mushrooms. I think what CEO Mao said makes sense, just like we don’t judge an egg by its mother, we don’t judge a dish by its cook, as long as the food is fine. Besides… if it was giving food instead of swapping, Cheng Feiying would definitely have more to say. It’s better this way, the meal swap shows the children’s goodwill, and eating it directly satisfies his generosity.”
“Hahaha, the person above, you’re the mean one, so Cheng Feiying not only failed to change his daughter’s ‘pickiness,’ but also sacrificed some of his food, and in the end, he even has to thank the two who came with a pot. You’re so evil, I like it!”
“That’s right, just for that subtle threat Cheng Feiying made earlier, about how he, as a father, can decide what Yan Yan eats and doesn’t eat, he deserves to be taught a lesson.”
“Exactly, other parents at least use the excuse of ‘it’s for your own good,’ but Cheng Feiying, he can’t even come up with such a fake excuse. No need to be polite to him, just hit him where it hurts.”
“Right, Director Wei, eat, eat heartily, the more you enjoy it, the angrier Cheng Feiying will look, hahahahaha! I’m truly impressed by CEO Mao, how did she even think of using Director Wei like this?”
“Honestly, people should be more open-minded, don’t be so serious. Sometimes, being too serious is just raising your own moral standards too high, here I have to criticize Wen Dongyu! What’s wrong with you, Baby! Can’t you learn from CEO Mao, she can eat heartily at Cheng Feiying’s house! You’re eating at your own house, Baby! What are you so nervous about!”
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In the live broadcast monitoring room, Shi Dingshan watched as Wen Dongyu, because of his excessive caution while eating, once again triggered the topic of “borrowing”, causing Wen Xiang to finally lose his temper. He slowly took a sip of tea.
“Sigh…” Zeng Huanian, sitting next to him, couldn’t help but sigh deeply.
Shi Dingshan leisurely blew on his tea, took a sip, then blew on it again…
Zeng Huanian, after holding back for a while, finally couldn’t take it anymore. “Director Shi, did you already know it was me who sent that staff member at noon?”
“At noon? Staff member? Who?” Shi Dingshan leaned back in his chair, turning to look at Zeng Huanian’s embarrassed face, then chuckled. “Oh, you mean the staff member who, when Wen Dongyu went to freeload at Director Wei’s house for lunch, discreetly gestured to Wen Xiang to go to the bathroom, then advised him to pay attention to his son’s emotions?”
“… “ Zeng Huanian lowered his head. “Director Shi, please criticize me.”
“Why should I criticize you? Adjusting the details of the program is part of your job. I also wanted to see what effect a few words from an outsider could achieve.” Shi Dingshan put down his cup, watching Wen Dongyu, who had run away with the pig again on the screen, and clicked his tongue. “It seems he can only suppress himself for half a day.”
Zeng Huanian looked at the screen showing Wen Xiang, who was slumped over the table, rubbing his face in frustration.
Actually, Wen Xiang had been doing quite well for the past half day. In several tasks, because Wen Dongyu insisted on bringing the pig along, causing constant chaos and delaying their progress, he had endured it all without losing his temper. Even at the “Food” stage, after eating three plates of horrifying dishes, he only protested when he got a mouthful of hair from the fertilized duck egg, saying it was truly unbearable.
But… perhaps one-sided tolerance wasn’t the solution.
So did that person even convey the message properly… Their biggest problem was the word “borrow” that Wen Xiang was still getting angry about!
Speaking of which, Wei Chengli, who had been burying his head in his bowl, eating and eating, after finishing a piece of potato that had been placed in his bowl, waited for the next bite, but it never came. He finally looked up nervously.
The result… in front of him was the large basin, empty except for a thin layer of sauce, not even a single intact green bean remained.
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