"Aunt Yan Huan, you can just say what you need to,"
Fang Yan Huan’s pale, pitiful expression froze upon hearing the voice. She looked incredulously towards the source of the sound, "What did you just call me?"
"Aunt Yan Huan, is there a problem?" Wen Yan An placed a piece of stir-fried onion and pork into Fang Miao Miao’s bowl. "You call my mother 'sister,' so I can't call you 'sister' back, can I? Wouldn't that mess up the generations?"
Fang Yan Huan looked at the face that bore some resemblance to Wen Wen Lan. She could only force an awkward smile, "Yes, little An An is right. But children shouldn't interrupt when adults are talking."
"I wasn't interrupting," Wen Yan An said indifferently. "I was just correcting Aunt Yan Huan's mistake."
"What mistake did I make?" Fang Yan Huan asked, slightly displeased.
"First, my mother hasn't spoken to you proactively at all. I don't understand why," Wen Yan An paused, genuinely confused. "You're looking at my mother with such a wronged expression. What are you trying to convey? Do you want the viewers to think my mother is bullying you?"
"How could that be? An An, you've misunderstood."
"Second, I think everyone can see that my mother is very skilled at cooking. Isn't that something worth praising, admiring, and learning from?" Wen Yan An glanced around and then looked at Fang Yan Huan, confused. "But why does Aunt Yan Huan always say my mother doesn't do any chores at home?"
"I didn't say that." Fang Yan Huan felt the subtle displeasure from those around her and quickly opened her mouth to explain, but didn't know how. She was truly flustered by her parents that she blurted out such things.
"Oh, so 'ten fingers don't touch the spring water' doesn't mean 'clothes come from hand, food comes from mouth'?" Wen Yan An blinked his eyes, asking curiously. "I misunderstood. So, can Aunt Yan Huan tell An An the difference between the two?"
What nonsense, she didn't know herself.
Her previous family was very patriarchal. By the time she reached junior high, her father refused to let her study, citing lack of money. Fortunately, she wasn't particularly fond of studying. After being recognized by the Fang family, her birth father thought her education was low and wanted to casually enroll her in a school with money.
She refused, as she felt studying was the least promising path. Having money was enough. Although her father was angry, he didn't force her to study because of her mother.
This also meant her cultural level was not high. However, to build her persona as an unyielding, hardworking woman who rose from hardship to become a rich heiress, the company even bought her a degree from abroad. Because of this persona, she was thriving in the entertainment industry.
But if she couldn't explain herself today, wouldn't her previous persona be exposed?
Thinking this, Fang Yan Huan's expression changed. She raised her hand and rubbed her temples, "This, An An, I suddenly feel a bit dizzy. Perhaps I was seasick earlier."
[Oh my god, listening to this awkward explanation, I feel embarrassed for her. Didn't they say Fang Yan Huan is a top student? Why do I feel something is off?]
[There are so many 'top students' marketed in the entertainment industry. Is Fang Yan Huan missing? I once watched a variety show of Fang Yan Huan. Good heavens, out of ten characters, four were wrong. Such a top student, I could laugh my head off.]
[The one above, don't just laugh your head off, just die laughing. Our Yan Huan worked hard since childhood. Her family didn't let her study, but she insisted on studying while working. What right do you have to mock someone more hardworking than you? People like you are just online trolls.]
[Don't argue with these people. Just screenshot their comments and send them to Yan Huan's studio, let the studio sue them.]
"My mother, Fang Miao Miao, is very good. Please don't speak carelessly, Aunt Yan Huan."
If one listened closely, Wen Yan An's voice had a slight tremor. "And I'm asking Aunt Yan Huan to apologize to my mother for what you just said."
While Wen Yan An was speaking, Fang Miao Miao kept looking at the piece of stir-fried onion and pork in her bowl.
"An An, I was just joking with Sister Miao Miao." Fang Yan Huan's smile had completely frozen. She even forgot to rub her head. "You don't need to be so serious, do you?"
"Why shouldn't I be? A joke should make both parties happy and amused. But yours did not." Wen Yan An took a deep breath and reiterated, "I still ask Aunt Yan Huan to apologize."
"An An, don't you forget..."
"Well," Cui Man Tong interrupted Fang Yan Huan, "what you just said was indeed a bit much. From the start of the recording until now, every meal you've eaten was cooked by Miao Miao. You can't judge the current Miao Miao based on past events."
"The ancients said, 'After three days apart, one should look at each other with new eyes.'" Cui Man Tong reasoned logically. "Your incessantly sarcastic words are not just something I, but likely many others, find disagreeable."
"Sister Miao Miao, I didn't mean it like that. Can you explain for me?"
Fang Miao Miao didn't speak. She glanced at her, then got up and walked towards the tent.
Under the moonlight, her figure gave off a sense of desolation.
"Sister Miao Miao."
"Can you say a little less?" Chen Huan said impatiently. If it weren't for the children around, she would have really given her a piece of her mind. "Since we got on this island, everyone has been busy. I didn't pay attention to what Miss Yan Huan was doing then."
"She was playing with us." Wu Yue Yuan, who had been eating, finally encountered a question she could answer. She eagerly raised her hand and replied, "When we were playing by the sea just now, we saw Sister Yan Huan."
Upon hearing this, Chen Huan's lips curved into a light laugh. "From what Miss Yan Huan said earlier, she must be very diligent at home, right? In that case, please do the dishes tonight, Yan Huan. I'm too tired today, and my back is aching."
"Mom, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Chen Huan patted Ye Nan's head. "Don't worry, I'm tough."
"Oh dear, why do I suddenly feel a bit dizzy?" Cui Man Tong covered her head. "Huan Yan, I'll leave this to you. Xiao Yong Si, help me."
"Yuan Yuan, it's time for us to do our homework."
"Okay, Mom."
One by one, they left, leaving Fang Yan Huan alone to face the leftover food in the cold wind.
"Director, is this really okay?"
Chen Tian Ming took a deep drag of his cigarette and shook his head. "I told her long ago that the current Fang Miao Miao is not the Fang Miao Miao of the past, whom you could easily slander. She didn't believe me. What can I do?"
Some people never learn until they hit a brick wall. Since that's the case, why should he interfere?