"Aunt Yan Huan, you can just say what you need to," Wen Yan'an said.
Fang Yan Huan's pitiful expression froze upon hearing the voice. She couldn't believe it and looked towards the source of the sound. "What did you just call me?"
"Aunt Yan Huan, is there a problem?" Wen Yan'an placed a chopstick of shredded pork with onions into Fang Miao Miao's bowl. "You call my mother 'sister,' so I can't call you 'sister' too, can I? Wouldn't that mess up the辈分 (generation ranking)?"
Fang Yan Huan looked at the face, which bore some resemblance to Wen Wen Lan, and 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 faintly. "I was just pointing out your mistake, Aunt Yan Huan."
"What mistake did I make?" Fang Yan Huan asked with some displeasure.
"Firstly, my mother has never spoken to you first from beginning to end. I don't understand why," Wen Yan'an paused, looking genuinely confused. "Why are you looking at my mother with such a wronged expression? What are you trying to convey? Do you want people in the livestream to think my mother is bullying you?"
"How could that be? An An, you've misunderstood."
"Secondly, I think everyone can see how good my mother is at cooking. Isn't that something to be praised, admired, and learned from?" Wen Yan'an glanced around and then at Fang Yan Huan, asking in confusion, "Then why do you, Aunt Yan Huan, always say my mother doesn't do anything at home?"
"I didn't say that." Fang Yan Huan felt the subtle displeasure from those around her and quickly tried to explain, but didn't know how. She was truly infuriated by her parents that she had spoken such words.
"Oh, so 'ten fingers don't touch the spring water' doesn't mean 'living a life of leisure and having everything done for you,' does it?" Wen Yan'an blinked and asked curiously. "I misunderstood. So, Aunt Yan Huan, can you tell An An the difference between the two?"
*Nonsense. She didn't know either.*
Her previous family was extremely patriarchal. By the time she was in junior high, her damn father refused to let her continue studying, citing financial reasons. Fortunately, she wasn't that keen on studying either. After being recognized by the Fang family, her biological father thought her education was lacking and wanted to casually enroll her in a school with money.
She refused, thinking that studying was the most useless pursuit; as long as one had money, that was enough. Although her father was angry, due to her mother's influence, he didn't force her.
This resulted in her having a low level of education. However, the company, in order to shape her into a character who endured hardship and became a rich lady against all odds, bought her a diploma from abroad. Because of this persona, she had been thriving in the entertainment industry.
But if she couldn't explain herself today, wouldn't her entire persona be exposed?
Thinking of this, Fang Yan Huan's expression changed. She raised her hand and rubbed her temples. "This, An An, I'm suddenly feeling a bit dizzy. Perhaps I was seasick earlier."
[OMG, listening to this awkward explanation, I feel embarrassed for her. Weren't they saying Fang Yan Huan is a scholar? Why do I feel something is off?]
[There are so many 'scholars' in the entertainment industry that are just marketing. Is Fang Yan Huan the only one? I once watched a variety show with Fang Yan Huan, and out of ten words, four were wrong. What a scholar! I almost died laughing.]
[To the one above, don't just almost die laughing, just die laughing. Our Yan Huan struggled since childhood. Her parents didn't let her study, but she insisted on working and studying at the same time. What right do you have to mock someone who is more hardworking than you? People like you are just keyboard warriors and trolls.]
[Don't argue with people like them. Just take screenshots and send them to Yan Huan's studio so they can sue them.]
"My mother, Fang Miao Miao, is very good. Please don't speak nonsense, Aunt Yan Huan."
If one listened carefully, they could detect a slight tremor in Wen Yan'an's voice. "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 chopstick of shredded pork with onions in her bowl.
"An An, I was just joking with Sister Miao Miao," Fang Yan Huan's smile completely froze. She even forgot to rub her head. "There's no need to be so serious, is there?"
"Why is there no need? A joke is something that both parties find enjoyable and funny. But yours isn't," Wen Yan'an took a deep breath and reaffirmed, "I still ask Aunt Yan Huan to apologize."
"An An, don't forget..."
"Um..." Cui Man Tong interrupted Fang Yan Huan. "What you just said was indeed a bit much. Since the start of the recording, every meal you've eaten has been cooked by Miao Miao. You can't judge Miao Miao now based on past events."
"The ancients said, 'After three days apart, one should look at each other with new eyes,'" Cui Man Tong stated logically. "Your insinuating words are not only unpleasant for me to hear, but I believe many others feel the same."
"Sister Miao Miao, I didn't mean it that way. Can you explain for me?"
Fang Miao Miao didn't speak. She glanced at her, got up, and walked towards the tent.
Under the moonlight, that figure exuded a sense of desolation.
"Sister Miao Miao."
"Can you talk less?" Chen Huan said impatiently. If it weren't for the children around, she really wanted to curse her out. "Since we came to this island, everyone has had something to do. At that time, I didn't pay attention to what Miss Yan Huan was doing."
"She was playing with us," Wu Yue Yuan, who had been quietly eating, finally found a question she could answer and quickly raised her hand. "We saw Sister Yan Huan when we were playing by the sea earlier."
Hearing this, Chen Huan's lips curved into a light smile. "From what Miss Yan Huan said just now, she must be very diligent at home, right? In that case, please take care of the dishes tonight, Yan Huan. I'm too tired today, and my back is aching."
"Mom, are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Chen Huan rubbed Ye Nan's head. "Don't worry, I'm tough."
"Oh dear, why am I suddenly feeling a bit dizzy?" Cui Man Tong covered her head. "Huan Yan, I'll leave this to you. Little Yong Si, support me."
"Yuan Yuan, it's time for us to do our homework."
"Okay, Mom."
With each person saying their piece, Fang Yan Huan was left alone to face the leftovers 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 a long time ago that the current Fang Miao Miao is not the Fang Miao Miao of the past who could be easily slandered. She didn't believe me, so what can I do?"
Some people never learn until they hit a wall. Since that's the case, why should he interfere?