Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Jiang Yi had never watched a live broadcast before. Although he knew that there would be comments on live broadcasts, he only cared about Fu Xin at that time. He was completely occupied by the joy of regaining her. How could he still think about the comments? He didnât expect Fu Xin to be burdened with all kinds of scolding. The aura around him immediately changed.
After a while, the negative comments in Fu Xinâs live-stream suddenly disappeared.
The production team had originally assigned two moderators to each live-stream room to be in charge of banning those malicious and insulting comments. However, for the sake of the live-streamâs comments, they basically turned a blind eye and allowed the audience to tear each other apart. This was also a basic operation. After all, they were also in the show.
But now, the two administrators in charge of Fu Xinâs live-stream watched helplessly as the accounts that made bad comments were permanently banned. They hurriedly called the director. One had to know that those who could make comments in the live-stream were all using their real names. What kind of person could do this?
The director was also stunned. He quickly contacted the platform and asked what was going on. In the end, he was told that this was a directive from the âsuperiorâ. Then, he checked the information of the platform company and saw the name of the investment subsidiary of the Jiang Corporation in the companyâs equity penetration picture.
After witnessing Jiang Yiâs protective behavior again, the director was shocked and called the manager of Fu Xinâs live-stream. âIn the future, keep an eye on the bad reviews and ban them from talking.â
It was also because of this that Fu Xinâs live-stream no longer had those annoying negative comments. That night, Fu Xin even went on a small trending topic, saying that Fu Xinâs live-stream controlled comments.
As the matter fermented, more and more passers-by went to watch Fu Xin and her sonâs live broadcast. In the end, they couldnât come out after watching it. There were also ârighteous peopleâ who went to Fu Xinâs live broadcast to scold her, but they were basically banned the moment they opened their mouths.
This kind of rebellious heart made people continue to dig up this matter and discovered the Jiang Corporationâs controlling shares on this platform. In this way, it seemed to make sense for Fu Xin, the wife of the CEO, to be a little independent on the live-stream platform that she controlled. Of course, some people guessed that Fu Xin had used her identity to instruct them, but more people guessed that the âmanâ behind Fu Xin was interfering. Hence, it triggered everyoneâs desire to spy on Jiang Yi.
However, Jiang Yi was too low-key. His photo could not be found on the
Internet at all. This way, someone would slander him and say that Jiang Yi must be very old to have such great achievements. He was probably an old man!
No matter how much the Internet was buzzing, Fu Xin and Jiang Xinyuan didnât know. The two of them had already returned to Room 4 and started to cook.
Because it was the first day, the ingredients that the director prepared for every family were the same.
Fu Xin had already put the rice into the pot to cook. Then, she picked up the knife and cut the carrots inexpertly. However, after cutting for a while, she heard Jiang Xinyuan ask curiously, âMom, do you smell something burning?â As he spoke, he wrinkled his little nose and sniffed. He followed the smell to the stove and looked at the iron rice pot. Then, he looked at Fu Xin. âMom⦠I think the rice is burnt.â
Fu Xin paused and suddenly thought of something. âAh! I forgot to put the water in!â She quickly ran to the stove, lifted the pot, and opened the lid. The two heads, one big and one small, poked in together to check the situation. âFortunately, your nose is sensitive. You discovered it early and it didnât burn too much.â
Jiang Xinyuan frowned. âWhat should we do now, Mom? Is this rice edible?â
âYes, just pick out the burnt ones.â After picking for a while, Fu Xin began to add water to the pot. This time, it must not be burnt. She had never cooked before. She had seen on the Internet how to add water to the rice. Then, she stretched out her index finger and strictly placed the water at the height of the first knuckle. She explained to Jiang Xinyuan, âRemember, no matter what pot you use, no matter how much rice, just place the water at the height of the first knuckle when cooking. Have you learned it?â
Jiang Xinyuan stretched out his chubby little hand. âThen my hand is not as big as Momâs. Do I need to place it on the second knuckle?â
Fu Xin nodded repeatedly. âYouâre so smart. As expected of Momâs son!â After praising her son, she continued to cook to show off her culinary skills. She recalled the short videos she had seen in the past. She would add oil first, but she didnât know how to control the temperature of the oil. After a while, the pot suddenly caught fire.
Fu Xin was shocked. She quickly scooped a spoonful of water and poured it into the pot.. In the end, with a bang, not only was the flame not extinguished, it rose even higher!