"Director."
Chen Tianming glanced at the busy Fang Miaomiao and turned to enter the studio.
"What is it?"
"Fang Miaomiao is trending again."
"Trending again? What's going on?"
"I don't know," the staff member said with a troubled face. "It just appeared out of nowhere. We couldn't prevent it."
They were all puzzled; there wasn't a trace, as if it had fallen from the sky.
"What are the trending topics saying?"
"They said there was a technical issue, and it's currently under emergency repair."
Chen Tianming pondered for a moment. "Then keep a close eye on the trending topics. You don't need to worry about anything else, but anything related to our show, suppress it. Then, send someone to liaise with the trending topic team."
"Yes, Director."
After giving his instructions, Chen Tianming turned to look at Fang Miaomiao, who was leading everyone in their work. He had been paying attention to her live stream.
It was strange, ever since her live stream gained an administrator, the hateful comments had decreased significantly. He found himself actually liking the current Fang Miaomiao. What a fool he was; after living so long, he had forgotten that hearing is not believing.
Chen Tianming shook his head with a self-mocking smile and returned to his seat.
Fang Miaomiao kneaded the dough and let it rise. While the dough was fermenting, she began preparing the fillings. She planned to make steamed buns with clam, shrimp, and abalone fillings.
"Teacher Fang, I've finished chopping all the shrimp."
"The clams are ready too."
Since they lacked tools, they had to chop everything by hand. This task looked easy but was quite strenuous. She and her partner took turns, and their arms still felt sore.
Fang Miaomiao took the shrimp filling and politely said, "Thank you. You can leave the rest on the table." Then she began to season the filling.
In the large courtyard, under Fang Miaomiao's direction, everyone quietly worked on their tasks.
"What should I do? Looking at this scene, I feel a surge of jealousy. How come I never knew Fang Miaomiao could cook? Her movements are so skilled. If she had shown this skill earlier, I wouldn't have blindly followed those haters and bad-mouthed her."
"Based on today's live stream, I've decided. I'm going to become a fan of Fang Miaomiao. Nothing can stop me."
"Who can't put on an act? Someone who got ahead with the help of an old man, putting on a show in a variety show. The people who are fans of Fang Miaomiao must be blind. They can't even see such obvious acting."
"The person upstairs has a dark mind, so they see everything as dark. What, is your master unhappy with everything, so you've come here to seek attention?"
"We have eyes to see, unlike those who are blind and brainless. Fang Miaomiao is acting, so why don't you let your master put on an act too? Oh, I forgot. Your master has bad luck; not only can't she win prizes, but she also can't find a rich person to help her."
"Nonsense! Our Yan Huan is a true rich young lady. Unlike Fang Miaomiao, that imposter who usurped our Yan Huan's identity and lived as a fake heiress for over twenty years. How dare she live in this world? She should just die and not continue to harm society."
"Administrator, I'm manually tagging the administrator. There are haters here. I think the administrator should investigate who is relentlessly slandering Fang Miaomiao."
"Received!"
Fang Miaomiao meticulously prepared the fillings, wrapped the buns, and placed them in the steamer.
The best thing about the countryside was the large stove; a single steamer could cook many buns.
"Miaomiao, you're so virtuous," Cui Mantong said from the side, holding her hands together in admiration. "Compared to you, I feel so clumsy."
"How's your hand?"
"It's fine. I just got a small cut." Cui Mantong helplessly showed Fang Miaomiao her finger, which was thoroughly bandaged. "Those who know will understand it was an accidental cut while using a knife. Those who don't might think my hand is seriously injured." httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"Sisi is concerned about you."
Cui Mantong chuckled and, like a foraging little animal, clung to Fang Miaomiao. "Miaomiao, your cooking is so good. I'm almost crying from hunger."
"Then cry for me to see?" Fang Miaomiao raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Hmph, I'm not talking to you anymore. I'm going to find someone else to play with."
Saying that, Cui Mantong pretended to leave.
"Okay, okay, I was wrong. How about I let you taste my lobster buns?" Fang Miaomiao estimated the time; the first batch of buns should be ready soon.
Cui Mantong haughtily turned her face away. "For the sake of the buns, I'll reluctantly forgive you."
The buns were hot and fragrant. Cui Mantong, ignoring the burning heat, tore one open.
Fresh soup dripped from the bun skin onto the plate.
"It smells so good," Cui Mantong felt a gaze intensely fixed on her. She turned and saw Wen Yan'an looking at her calmly, or more accurately, at the bun in her hand.
This made her feel a mixture of amusement and helplessness. "Miaomiao, if you don't comfort little An'an soon, I feel like I'm a sinner."
Fang Miaomiao looked up from the stove and saw the little one standing motionlessly by the doorway, looking pitiful.
He didn't speak, just stood there obediently, his big, bright eyes looking at her.
Fang Miaomiao beckoned to the little one.
Wen Yan'an ran to Fang Miaomiao's side.
"Want to eat?"
Wen Yan'an abandoned his composure and the etiquette his grandmother had taught him and nodded vigorously, fearing that this wouldn't be enough to express himself, and said, "I want to eat."
Fang Miaomiao smiled slightly, put two buns on a plate, and handed them to Wen Yan'an. "Here, for now, you and Sisi can each have one to taste. You have to wait until they are all made and everyone is at the table before you can eat more, okay?"
"Okay."
Fang Miaomiao wanted to pat Wen Yan'an's head, but remembering her oily hands, she didn't. "Go ahead."
As Wen Yan'an carried the plate out of the kitchen, he heard a commotion. "Buns, I want buns too."
He looked up and saw that the three who had gone foraging for shellfish had returned at some unknown time. Chen Jiabao was staring intently at the plate in his hand.
Wen Yan'an frowned and ignored them, intending to find Cui Yongsi with the plate.
Unexpectedly, Chen Jiabao ran directly in front of him and blocked his path. "You, leave the buns."
"Excuse me, thank you."
"Leave the buns, and I'll let you pass." Chen Jiabao's eyes greedily fixed on the buns in Wen Yan'an's hand. Foraging had been no fun; he was tired and hungry, and his face was sunburnt red.
His mother was a liar. After this was over, he would definitely go back and complain to his grandmother.
"You can go to the kitchen to find my mother. Be polite."
Chen Jiabao said with disdain, "I'm not going into the kitchen. My mother said kitchens are places for lower-class people."
"Jiabao! Don't talk nonsense."