Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Fu Xin didnât think it was a problem. Anyway, she wasnât from this world. In the end, Fu Xin, who was really free, took the lead and started printing. She didnât expect it to be quite successful. She could not help but call her son over. âLittle Xinyuan, come and take a look.â
Jiang Xinyuan put down the xun and came to his motherâs side. He saw the printed words. âMom, youâre amazing. Itâs so beautiful.â
âItâs all because your handwriting is good.â Fu Xin felt that most of the credit here belonged to Jiang Xinyuan.
âNo!â Jiang Xinyuan was humble.
âWhen we go back, Iâll find you a calligraphy teacher. Learn calligraphy well. If our family goes bankrupt in the future, you can still go out and write couplets for others to earn money.â
This time, Fu Xin didnât talk about the divorce anymore. Instead, she jinxed it and said that her family would go bankrupt.
Zhang Nan really couldnât stand her. What kind of person was this?! Didnât she hope for the best for her family?!
âMom, I can cook to earn money, and I can write to earn money. Then you donât have to worry about not having money to spend in the future!â Jiang Xinyuan was smart. He did not think that there was anything wrong with his motherâs words. Anyway, he would listen to whatever his mother said.
âWhat a good baby. With you, Mommy wonât be afraid of starving to death. Raising a child is for old age!â Fu Xin was touched. The little guy was really too sensible!
Raising a son for old age? Previously, when his mother said this, she meant that when her son grew up, she would get old. But why did she have a different meaning this time? Was there two explanations for this sentence? However, Jiang Xinyuan did not dwell too much on it. Anyway, whatever his mother said was right.
âMom, trust me. I will work hard.â Jiang Xinyuan was full of confidence.
âGood boy!â Fu Xin touched Jiang Xinyuanâs head. His hair was soft and thick, and it felt super good to the touch.
Zhang Nan could not bear to look and turned her head away.
Sour! Extremely sour! Before she participated in the show, she was very proud that he had a smart son, although she was also proud of Feng Jun now. However, compared to Jiang Xinyuan, she was envious. Jiang Xinyuan was simply a child who came to repay his kindness. Her Feng Jun could not be compared at all. It was really vexing!
When it was time for lunch, the mothers were troubled again. However, they had to do it. After all, they could not let the children starve.
Just as they were about to get to work, the director suddenly said, âEveryone, thereâs no need to cook lunch today. Iâve invited a chef to make lunch for us.â As soon as the director spoke, there was thunderous applause.
Feng Fei clapped as he looked at the kitchen. When he saw the auntie next door to Fu Xinâs house, he knew that he would definitely be able to eat delicious food this afternoon. Although Huo Ran was a small glutton, he also knew the benefits and applauded.
Even Fu Xin applauded!
Jiang Xinyuan was the only one who seemed so calm. He was already very good at cooking, and he was not worried that his mother would go hungry.
âLittle Xinyuan, weâre in for a treat this afternoon. The food will definitely be local specialties.â Fu Xin yearned for it.
âMom, what is a local specialty?â Jiang Xinyuan did not understand.
âYes⦠Itâs a local specialty. Itâs a dish that can only be eaten in a special place. It tastes especially delicious,â Fu Xin explained patiently.
âThen Iâll go and learn,â Jiang Xinyuan said and jumped down from the stool. He also wanted to learn the local specialties and wait to go back to cook for his mother.
In the end, she was stopped by Fu Xin. âThis is not something that can be learned. The essence of local dishes is that because they use many local seasonings, even if there are such seasonings elsewhere, the taste will be different. â
âWhy does it taste different?â Jiang Xinyuan was obsessed.
âHmm⦠because the light is different? The air is different? The latitude and longitude are different?â Fu Xin couldnât understand either. Anyway, she explained it to Jiang Xinyuan.
Who asked her to be a bad student! She used her geography lessons to sleep. Most people returned the knowledge to the teacher after graduation, but she didnât even have room to return it.
âAnyway, Mom canât explain it clearly. You just need to know that itâs different.â Fu Xin put down her obsession to explain and finally gave an omnipotent answer. âThis is all junior high and senior high knowledge. When you grow up, you will naturally know.â
[Fu Xin is indeed a bad student. I didnât guess wrongly. I can tell from her personality.]
[I canât laugh anymore. You created a difficult problem for yourself, but you canât explain it.]
[Little Xinyuan is so smart. He must have taken after his father.]
[President Jiang is here, but he doesnât even show his face. What is he doing?]
[Smart, good at cooking, and rich. If heâs handsome, heâll be the most perfect man in the world.]
[Iâm really curious!]
[My patience is running out. I want to get into my phone and catch President Jiang..]