[I think I know why the Wen family chose Fang Miaomiao. She's really beautiful. With that smile, even as a woman, my heart races uncontrollably.]
[Mom, I'm so in love. This face is too stunning to not play a scheming concubine who ruins nations.]
[She's not a scheming concubine who ruins nations.]
Again, a dazzling golden light, brilliant and colorful, filled with the scent of money.
[I don't know how many times I've said "I'm envious" already. All I want to know now is who Fang Miaomiao's husband is. It's making me scratch my head and my heart itch.]
[Didn't they say Fang Miaomiao's husband is a rich businessman in his fifties or sixties?]
[How is that possible? I feel like Fang Miaomiao's husband is no ordinary person. Someone that even haters and trolls can't find out about must be extraordinary. Sigh, I hope one day I can see this family on a reality show. I really want to meet her husband. I'm so curious what kind of person could raise such a well-behaved and obedient An An.]
[Listening to your stream of consciousness, I feel like my own ability to ramble has improved significantly.]
[I suddenly noticed something. Why is the tipping function disabled in Fang Miaomiao's live stream?]
[It's probably what the production crew requested.]
[No, it's just Cui Mantong and Fang Miaomiao's live streams that are closed. The other two and Fang Yanhuan's live streams allow for tipping gifts.]
[Wow, if you guys hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have noticed anything unusual.]
...
A group of people arrived at the seafood market and stood at the entrance, discussing.
The seafood market was vast, with several interconnected passages. People came and went, making it seem very lively.
"With over two thousand, how much seafood can we buy?" Cui Mantong mused, troubled.
This truly entered her knowledge blind spot.
"I'll do it," Fang Miaomiao said.
Relying on intuition, Fang Miaomiao found a stall with relatively few customers. Only an old man was guarding it, occasionally fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan.
"Grandpa, how much are your lobsters?"
"What did you say?" the old man asked slowly, fanning himself.
"Lobsters." Fang Miaomiao pointed at the lively lobsters and raised her voice, "These, what's the price?"
"These." The old man glanced at the lobsters and held up a seven. "70 yuan per jin."
Fang Miaomiao was silent for a moment, then quickly calculated in her mind: "I want ten jin."
Saying this, Fang Miaomiao gestured ten jin to the old man.
The old man slowly put down his fan and then looked for a bag.
His movements were as slow as could be.
Cui Mantong, watching from the side, was getting anxious. Could she perhaps take over from the old man?
"Sorry, sorry Dad, you go back and lie down. I can handle this."
At this moment, a young woman rushed over breathlessly from the entrance. Seeing the cameras around, she was startled: "What's all this?"
"Oh, we are bloggers filming local customs and traditions. We arrived in your area today and heard that the seafood here is cheap and fresh, so we're buying some to try."
"Oh, oh, I see." The young woman then smiled heartily. "It's not that we're bragging, but our city's seafood is among the best in the country, comparable to the Wen family in the hotel industry. Do you know the Wen family? The one that runs the chain hotels. Most of our supply goes to them."
"Well, miss, your seafood is quite impressive," Fang Miaomiao praised generously. "Miss, we might be buying a lot of seafood from you. Could you give us a better price?"
"What did my dad say the price was?"
"70, and we're taking ten jin."
Hearing the price, the young woman looked at her father, who had already returned to his seat to listen to music, with a mix of amusement and helplessness. She then looked at Fang Miaomiao apologetically. "My dad was just kidding. These small lobsters are only 50. I'm really sorry."
"It's alright, it's alright. In that case, we'll take 15 jin then."
"Their claws are so big."
"What kind of seafood is this?"
Wen Yan'an shook his head; he didn't know.
The conversation between the two children caught the attention of two adults who were doing business nearby.
"Sisi, An An, do you want to eat them?"
Wen Yan'an and Cui Yongsi exchanged glances and then shook their heads in unison.
"These are Boston lobsters, 200 each."
Hearing the price, Fang Miaomiao's heart sank. She had only just received 2,000 yuan, and it wouldn't even be enough.
"So expensive."
The female boss smiled wryly. "This is already the wholesale price. Any lower and we'd be losing money."
"Understood, understood. We're filming a video, you see, so we're giving ourselves a challenge: to make a seafood feast with 2,000 yuan."
The female boss shook her head and said seriously, "Sister, that price is really low."
"That's why it's called a challenge, right, sister? We're here to challenge the impossible."
The female boss patted the back of her head. "A few days ago, you really wouldn't have been able to do it. But your luck today is really good. The Wen family hotel is holding a parent-child默契 challenge (tacit understanding challenge). The first prize is a seafood credit of 5,000, the second is 4,000, and the third is 3,000. You can go and try, maybe you'll succeed."
She hadn't been at the stall earlier because she was at the Wen family hotel discussing this matter.
"5,000!" Fang Miaomiao's eyes lit up. She seemed to see a large sum of money waving at her. What a joke, to not make money when it's available would be idiotic.
"Yes, the show has just begun. I think you can go and try. After all, as you said, sister, people should challenge the impossible."
Before she could finish speaking, she heard a "thank you" from her side. The beauty who had been chatting with her like a close friend had already picked up the child beside her and run off.
The female boss: "..."
She hadn't expected her sister to be so quick. Maybe she really could win first prize. Should she prepare her sister's prize?
Cui Mantong gave the female boss an embarrassed smile.
Unexpectedly, the female boss made a "go for it" gesture. "Hurry up and go! It's 5,000 yuan. If I had a child, I'd go too."
"Thank you, boss, for the information."
By the time Cui Mantong and Fang Miaomiao found the Wen family hotel.
Fang Miaomiao was already leading Wen Yan'an in doing stretching exercises.
There were also many other parent-child families busy exercising nearby.
[This... I don't know if it's my imagination, but I feel like I've been insulted financially.]
[Be confident and remove the "imagination." Anyone who says Fang Miaomiao isn't favored by the Wen family in the future, I'll be the first to spread this. If we're eating dog food, we'll eat it together.]
[Wuwuwu, so this is the power of money. Fang Miaomiao didn't have enough money for seafood, and the hotel directly used a roundabout strategy to help them.]
[I'm sorry, I'm a country bumpkin. I just love watching this kind of plot.]