[I think I know why the Wen family chose Fang Miaomiao. She's truly beautiful. The way she smiled made my heart race, and I'm a woman.]
[Mom, I love it so much. This face isn't meant for anything less than a treacherous, nation-ruining concubine.]
[She's not a treacherous concubine.]
Another dazzling flash of golden light, vibrant and colorful, saturated with the scent of money.
[I don't know how many times I've said "I'm envious" already. Now, all I want to know 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 man in his fifties or sixties?]
[How is that possible? I feel like Fang Miaomiao's husband is no ordinary person. Someone who can elude the scrutiny of both haters and paid commenters must be quite something. Ah, I hope one day I can see this family on a variety show. I want to meet her husband. I'm really curious what kind of person could raise such a well-behaved and obedient An'an.]
[Listening to you speak nonsense, I feel like my own ability to spout nonsense has improved considerably.]
[I, um, suddenly noticed something. Why has Fang Miaomiao's live stream disabled the tipping function?]
[It's probably what the production team required.]
[No, only Cui Mantong and Fang Miaomiao's streams have it disabled. The other two and Fang Yanhuan's streams allow for tipping gifts.]
[Good heavens, if you guys hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have noticed anything amiss.]
...
The group arrived at the seafood market and stood at the entrance to discuss.
The seafood market was vast, with several interconnected passages. People bustled in and out, making it look very lively.
"Two thousand yuan, how much seafood can we buy?" Cui Mantong asked, conflicted.
This truly was beyond her knowledge.
"I'll do it," Fang Miaomiao said.
Relying on instinct, Fang Miaomiao found a stall with relatively few customers. An old man was tending the stall, occasionally fanning himself with a palm leaf fan.
"Grandpa, how much are these lobsters?"
"What did you say?" the old man asked slowly, fanning himself.
"Lobsters," Fang Miaomiao said, pointing to the lively lobsters. She raised her voice, "These ones. What's the price?"
"These," the old man said, glancing at the lobsters. He held up a hand with seven fingers. "70 yuan per jin."
Fang Miaomiao was silent for a moment, then quickly calculated in her mind. "I'll take ten jin."
As she spoke, Fang Miaomiao gestured ten jin to the old man.
The old man slowly put down his fan and looked for a bag.
His movements were as slow as they could possibly be.
Cui Mantong watched from the side, growing impatient. Could she possibly take over from this old man?
"Sorry, sorry, Grandpa. Go back and rest. I'll handle it here," a young woman said, running over breathlessly from the entrance. She was startled when she saw the surrounding cameras, "What is this?"
"Oh, we're bloggers documenting local customs. We arrived in your area today and heard that the seafood here is cheap and fresh, so we came to buy some to try."
"Oh, oh, I see," the young woman then smiled heartily. "We're not bragging when we say the seafood in B City is among the best in the country. It's comparable to the Wen Group in the hotel industry. Do you know the Wen Group? The one that runs chain hotels. Most of our supply goes to them."
"Then, young lady, your seafood is quite impressive," Fang Miaomiao said, not sparing any praise. "Young lady, we might buy a lot of seafood from you. Can you give us a discount?"
"What did my dad say?"
"70. We want ten jin."
Hearing the price, the young woman looked at her father, who had returned to his seat to listen to music, with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. She then looked apologetically at Fang Miaomiao. "My dad was just saying. These small lobsters are only 50. I'm truly sorry."
"It's okay, it's okay. 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 negotiating a deal nearby.
"Sisi, An'an, do you want to eat them?"
Wen Yan'an and Cui Yongs found each other's gaze and then shook their heads in unison.
"These are Boston lobsters. 200 yuan each."
Upon hearing the price, Fang Miaomiao's heart sank. She had only just received 2,000 yuan, and it wasn't even enough.
"So expensive."
The female boss chuckled wryly, "This is already the wholesale price. We'd lose money if we sold them any cheaper."
"Understood, understood. We're filming a video, you see. We wanted to set ourselves a challenge: to prepare a seafood feast with 2,000 yuan."
The female boss shook her head and said earnestly, "Sister, this price is really low."
"That's why it's a challenge, right, sister? We want to challenge the impossible."
The female boss patted the back of her head. "A few days ago, you really couldn't have done it. But today, you're incredibly lucky. The Wen Group Hotel is holding a parent-child默契 challenge. The first prize is 5,000 yuan worth of seafood, second prize is 4,000, and third prize is 3,000. You can go and try, perhaps you'll succeed."
She hadn't been at her stall earlier because she had been at the Wen Group Hotel discussing this matter.
"5,000!" Fang Miaomiao's eyes lit up. She saw a large sum of money waving at her. What a joke, to not make money when it's there would be foolish.
"Yes, the show has just begun. I think you can go and try. After all, as you said, people should challenge the impossible."
Before she could finish speaking, she heard a "thank you" nearby. The beautiful woman who had been chatting with her like a close friend had already picked up the child beside her and started running.
Female boss: "..."
She hadn't realized her friend was so quick on her feet. Perhaps she could actually win first prize. Should she start preparing the prize for her friend?
Cui Mantong gave the female boss an embarrassed smile.
To her surprise, the female boss made a "good luck" 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 Group Hotel,
Fang Miaomiao was already leading Wen Yan'an in stretching exercises.
Nearby, many other parent-child families were also busy with their exercises.
[This... I don't know if it's an illusion, but I feel like I've been insulted by wealth.]
[Be more confident, remove the illusion. Anyone who says Fang Miaomiao isn't favored in the Wen family in the future, I'll spread this story. We'll eat dog food together.]
[Wuwuwu, so this is the power of money? Fang Miaomiao didn't have enough money for seafood, and the hotel directly helped them indirectly.]
[I'm sorry, I'm a bumpkin. I just love watching these kinds of plots.]