"Director."
Chen Tianming glanced at the busy Fang Miaomiao and turned into the studio.
"What is it?"
"Fang Miaomiao is trending again."
"Trending again? What's going on?"
"I don't know," the staff member said with a distressed face. "She just suddenly went viral, completely caught off guard."
They were all puzzled. There wasn't a trace of how it happened, as if it had descended from the heavens.
"What is the trending topic saying?"
"They said there was a technical issue and it's currently under emergency repair."
Chen Tianming pondered for a moment. "Then keep a close eye on the trending topics. You don't need to worry about anything else, but anything related to our show, suppress it. Then, send someone to coordinate with the trending topic team."
"Okay, Director."
After giving his instructions, Chen Tianming turned to look at Fang Miaomiao, who was leading everyone in their tasks. He had been paying attention to her live stream.
It was strange, he thought. Since her live stream gained an administrator, the hateful comments had significantly decreased. He found himself looking at the current Fang Miaomiao with a more favorable view. He was getting old, he mused, forgetting that what you hear isn't always the truth.
Chen Tianming shook his head with a self-deprecating smile and returned to his seat.
Fang Miaomiao kneaded and rested the dough. While it was fermenting, she began preparing the fillings. She decided to make buns with three kinds of fillings: clams, shrimp, and sea snails.
"Teacher Fang, I've finished chopping all the shrimp."
"The clams are ready too."
Since they didn't have tools, they had to chop everything by hand. It looked easy, but it was quite laborious. She and her partner had taken turns, and their arms still ached.
Fang Miaomiao took the shrimp filling and politely said, "Thank you. You can put the rest on the table." Then she began seasoning the fillings.
In the large courtyard, under Fang Miaomiao's arrangement, everyone quietly worked on their tasks.
"What should I do? Looking at this scene, I feel a surge of jealousy. I never knew Fang Miaomiao could cook! Look at her skilled movements. If she had shown this talent earlier, I wouldn't have blindly followed those haters and badmouthed her."
"Based on today's live stream, I've decided. I'm going to be a fan of Fang Miaomiao. Even Jesus can't stop me."
"Who can't put on a show? Someone who got ahead with an old man, pretending in a variety show. People who like Fang Miaomiao are blind, aren't they? They can't even see such obvious acting."
"The person upstairs has a dark mind, so they see everything as dark. What is it, is your master's life unsatisfactory, so you've come here to seek validation?"
"We have eyes and we can see, unlike those who are blind and brainless. Fang Miaomiao is acting? Then have your master act too. Oh, I forgot. Your master has bad luck, not only can't she win the lottery, but she also can't find a rich man to help her."
"Nonsense! Our Yan Huan is a true heiress, not like Fang Miaomiao, the imposter who usurped her place and needs to use money to slap faces. She stole Yan Huan's identity as an heiress for over twenty years. How can she have the nerve to live in this world? She should die sooner and stop endangering society."
"Administrator, I'm manually tagging the administrator. There are haters here. I think the administrator should investigate who is relentlessly blackening Fang Miaomiao."
"Received!"
Fang Miaomiao methodically prepared the fillings, wrapped the buns, and placed them in the steamer.
The best thing about the countryside was the large stove. A single steamer could hold many buns.
"Miaomiao, you're so virtuous," Cui Mantong said enviously, cupping her hands. "Compared to you, I feel so clumsy."
"How's your hand?"
"It's fine. Just a small cut," Cui Mantong said with a hint of helplessness, showing Fang Miaomiao her finger, which was tightly bandaged. "Those who know will know I cut myself accidentally while using a knife, but those who don't would think my hand is severely injured." httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"Sisi is concerned about you."
Cui Mantong chuckled and, like a foraging little animal, clung to Fang Miaomiao. "Miaomiao, your cooking is amazing! I'm almost crying from hunger."
"Then cry for me to see?" Fang Miaomiao raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Hmph, I'm not talking to you anymore. I'm going to find someone else to play with."
Saying this, Cui Mantong made as if to leave.
"Okay, okay, I was wrong. How about I let you try my lobster buns?" Fang Miaomiao estimated the time; the first batch of buns should be ready soon.
Cui Mantong turned her face away haughtily. "For the sake of the buns, I'll reluctantly forgive you."
The buns were hot and fragrant. Cui Mantong, ignoring the sting of the heat, tore one open.
Fresh soup dripped from the bun's skin onto the plate.
"It smells so good!" Cui Mantong felt a gaze intensely fixed on her. She turned and saw Wen Yan'an looking at her calmly, or more accurately, at the bun in her hand.
This made her want to laugh and cry. "Miaomiao, if you don't appease little An'an soon, I feel like a sinner."
Fang Miaomiao looked up from the stove and saw the small figure standing motionlessly by the doorway, looking pitiable.
He didn't say anything, just stood obediently, his big, round eyes looking at her.
Fang Miaomiao beckoned to the little one.
Wen Yan'an ran to Fang Miaomiao.
"You want to eat?"
Wen Yan'an abandoned his pretense of reserve and the manners his grandmother had taught him, nodding vigorously. As if that wasn't enough to express himself, he said, "I want to eat."
Fang Miaomiao smiled slightly, placed two buns on a plate, and held them out to Wen Yan'an. "Here, for now, you and Sisi can each have one to taste. The rest will have to wait until they're ready and everyone is at the table, okay?"
"Okay."
Fang Miaomiao wanted to ruffle Wen Yan'an's hair, but remembering her hands were oily, she didn't. "Go ahead."
As Wen Yan'an carried the plate out of the kitchen, he heard a commotion. "Buns, I want buns too!"
He looked up and saw the three who had gone beachcombing had returned at some point. Chen Jiabao was staring intently at the plate in his hand.
Wen Yan'an frowned and ignored him, intending to find Cui Yongsi.
Unexpectedly, Chen Jiabao ran directly in front of him, blocking his path. "You, leave the buns."
"Excuse me, thank you."
"Leave the buns, and I'll let you pass." Chen Jiabao looked greedily at the buns in Wen Yan'an's hand. Beachcombing wasn't fun at all, and he was tired and hungry, his face sunburned red.
His mother was a liar. When this was over, he would definitely go back and complain to his grandmother.
"You can go to the kitchen and ask my mom, politely."
Chen Jiabao said with disdain, "I'm not going into the kitchen. My mom said kitchens are places for lower-class people."
"Jiabao! Don't talk nonsense."