Chapter 12: The Rich Family's Substitute Son 12: Making Dumplings

She suddenly realized that Fu Yuanbo's expression seemed a little strange.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Fu Yuanbo looked a little uncomfortable. He stood up and walked a few steps in the yard: "Nothing... nothing, I just ate too fast and it's hard to digest."

In fact, Fu Yuanbo had been suffering from stomach discomfort for some time. He mentioned it to his agent, but no one paid attention to the details and only said that he might have eaten spicy food.

After all, Fu Yuanbo was only 16 years old. He had no idea that he could still hold on only because of his young age and good physical condition.

But in a few years, his stomach and intestines will develop serious lesions, and it will be too late to go to the hospital for treatment by then.

Shen Qian frowned. She had just stared at Fu Yuanbo's appetite and eating speed, and there should be no problem with it.

She said, "Come and sit down."

Upon hearing this, Fu Yuanbo walked over and sat obediently next to his adoptive mother.

Shen Qian placed his index finger on his wrist, then carefully examined his expression and said, "Open your mouth, let me see your tongue."

The pulse was thin and soft, like pressing floating grass on the water, and Shen's expression became more serious. Then he looked at his son's face, which was normal, but a little pale.

But his tongue coating was thick and greasy, and his tongue was fat and had teeth marks, which clearly indicated that he had spleen deficiency and heavy dampness.

"I'm fine." Seeing her silence, Fu Yuanbo quickly said, "Maybe I'll be fine after a rest."

"Don't you have a good appetite usually?" Shen Qian asked.

"My appetite is average." Fu Yuanbo recalled his previous life. After signing with Star Entertainment, he had constant announcements, often stayed up late at night, lacked sleep, and had an irregular diet.

"Help me with a job this afternoon. There is a wooden ladder in the warehouse. Help me carry it to the peach tree over there, then climb up and pick some peaches."

When Fu Yuanbo heard that his foster mother had assigned him a job, he immediately became excited. It just so happened that he was feeling uncomfortable due to indigestion, so he agreed and immediately stood up and went to the warehouse to carry a ladder.

Taoshan Village is called this name because the peaches here are very famous. The location of Yard No. 3 has sufficient sunlight and is the earliest area in the entire Taoshan Village to bear peaches. At this time, there are already quite a few peaches on the trees.

Fu Yuanbo received a task and carried it out very seriously. He picked and chose among several trees and finally selected five big and round ones.

"Are five peaches enough?" Fu Yuanbo asked.

"That's enough."

Shen Qian got up and went into the kitchen, rummaging through the dry goods area and found tangerine peel, jujubes and hawthorns, which are common dry goods in the mountains. After washing them, he boiled water in a kettle and made fruit tea with these dry goods and the peaches picked by Fu Yuanbo.

"This is..." Fu Yuanbo was a little confused.

"Peach water can relieve your symptoms. Adding jujube, tangerine peel and hawthorn can strengthen the spleen and eliminate stagnation."

The peach tea in the teapot was boiling and bubbling, with a faint fruity aroma wafting around. Fu Yuanbo had no interest in this kind of fruit tea at first, but when he smelled the fresh and sweet scent, he couldn't help but sniff.

【Wow, Mama Shen, you are awesome! 】

I originally thought Fu Yuanbo's mother asked him to pick peaches because she wanted to eat them herself, but I didn't expect it was to make fruit tea for her son! I was really touched. Mother Shen doesn't talk much, but everything she does is so heartwarming!

[She actually took Fu Yuanbo's pulse just now? Does she understand Chinese medicine?]

[I think she knows a lot of common sense in life, but she may not understand Chinese medicine. ]

[I was just craving the scrambled eggs with Chinese toon, but now I'm craving this pot of peach tea. Help...]

While the barrage of comments was scrolling frantically, Shen Qian fell into deep thought.

"Are you usually busy at work?"

Fu Yuanbo picked up the teapot and poured fruit tea into both cups.

"Yeah, it's pretty busy."

"Then what about your studies?" Shen Qian couldn't help but ask.

The relaxed look on Fu Yuanbo's face disappeared, and he seemed a little worried when this matter was mentioned.

"I can only ask for leave from school when there is a notice. This is all I can do for now..."

The program was still being recorded, so Fu Yuanbo couldn't say much. Even if Chen Qian knew, what could he do? It was stipulated in the contract. Since he had signed the contract, it was equivalent to selling himself, and there was no turning back.

Besides, he didn’t know whether Shen Qian was asking casually or was really interested, so… forget it.

However, after Fu Yuanbo shut up, he still couldn't help looking at Chen Qian, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit of anticipation in his heart. He hoped that she would ask one more question, even if she couldn't do anything.

In the end, Shen Qian didn't ask anything, and the topic ended there.

After that, the mother and son sat in the yard, chatting occasionally. After Fu Yuanbo drank the peach tea made by Chen Qian, he said he was tired and went in for a nap.

After Fu Yuanbo left, Shen Qian checked online. In the past six months, Fu Yuanbo had indeed received quite a few announcements, but most of them were low-end announcements such as supermarket ribbon-cuttings and shopping mall openings. He also took on some minor supporting roles, but none of them made a splash. After the advertisement became popular, he had more low-end commercial announcements.

Just before recording "Farming with Mom", the agent arranged a lot of work for Fu Yuanbo.

This is what she can find, there is still a lot that she cannot find.

It’s no wonder that Fu Yuanbo has a bad spleen and stomach. For a child of this age to endure such intense work, no one can bear it.

Shen Qian remembered that there was indeed such a part in the original book. After Fu Yuanbo signed a contract with Xinghui Entertainment, he was badly cheated by this black agency.

It was not until many years later that Fu Yuanbo learned that Xinghui Entertainment was actually a company invested in by Suiyun Entertainment, which was owned by Fu Suiyi. The Fu family watched him sink into the quagmire but did nothing.

No, it should be said that it was Fu Suiyi and Fang Yuyun who pushed him into the fire pit. In the end, Fu Yuanbo became the villain, and only wanted to take revenge on the Fu family.

It would be fine if she didn't know, but once she knew, she definitely wouldn't sit idly by.

But now is not the time to take action, she is not strong enough at the moment.

There was only 4.5 million in the account. She glanced at Fu Yuanbo's favorability, which was already 35. As long as it rose to 40, she could get a rebate from the Godly Rich System. She would make her move then.

Chen Qian drank tea leisurely, and when the time came, he went to the refrigerator to get the pork that the villagers had sent yesterday.

I picked a lot of shepherd's purse in the morning, and made delicious shepherd's purse dumplings in the evening.

I don’t know if Fu Yuanbo likes to eat dumplings. Shen Qian thought about some fragments of his original memory. What little Yuanbo craved most during the Chinese New Year was a meal of dumplings. He would definitely like good dumplings.

At this time, Fu Yuanbo was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Reason told him not to have unrealistic expectations of anyone, but after just one day with his adoptive mother, he had already broken his own principles.

But, it’s obvious that his biological mother doesn’t love him and is even unwilling to participate in the show with him. Why does he ask his adoptive mother to treat him differently?

Perhaps it was because his adoptive mother did not show much interest in Fu Zhongyan, perhaps it was because of her occasional concerned look and gentle smile, or perhaps it was the name "Ogasa" that she blurted out in desperation that made his heart begin to waver.

Maybe... there are still people in this world who are willing to love him.

"Yuanbo, are you awake?"

Fu Yuanbo was not asleep at all. When he heard his adoptive mother calling him, he immediately responded: "Wake up."

"We'll have dumplings tonight, can you help me?"

A deep voice came from outside the house.

Fu Yuanbo sat up and thought, let's not think too much about it. She can come to participate in this show and cook and make dumplings for him. What else can he be dissatisfied with?

People should not be too greedy.

When Fu Yuanbo came to the kitchen, Chen Qian was chopping the wild shepherd's purse picked in the mountains that morning into fine pieces, mixing it into the chopped pork, and then began to stir and season it.

The kitchen was suddenly filled with the fragrance of shepherd's purse.

A young man's thoughts come and go quickly.

It must be said that his yearning for delicious food successfully blocked his little thoughts. Fu Yuanbo walked forward and asked, "What do you need me to do?"

Chen Qian had already mixed the filling and was using a rolling pin to roll the dough into dumpling wrappers.

"Do you know how to make dumplings? Come and help me make them."

Fu Yuanbo was stunned, and said honestly: "Not really, I made it when I was a kid, but it's all gone."

After he said that, Shen Qian also remembered that there was indeed this scene in her original memory. She once brought 5 or 6-year-old Xiao Yuanbo back to the countryside to celebrate the New Year. They ate dumplings at that time. She didn't let him help, but he insisted on helping to make them. As a result, the dumplings he made fell apart after being put into the pot.

She vaguely remembered that Fu Yuanbo cried sadly at that time.

"It's okay. I'll teach you. It's quite simple. It will be faster if two of us wrap it together."

After that, he took out two spoons, handed him one and added: "It's okay if it's not well wrapped, we can eat it ourselves."

When Fu Yuanbo heard this, he was slightly stunned, but still took the spoon with a calm expression.

These words sounded familiar, as if she had said them when he was a child.

He remembered that he watched the dumplings in the pot cook to pieces, his heart was broken, and he burst into tears. His adoptive mother quietly took out the broken dumplings and ate them herself, then coaxed him by saying that the dumplings were still there and were not cooked.

Shen Qian held the bowl filled with stuffing and placed it between the two of them, then she started to wrap the dumplings skillfully. In order to demonstrate to him, she started slowly at first, then started to speed up gradually when he could see clearly.

Fu Yuanbo spread the dumpling wrapper on his palm, scooped some stuffing with a spoon and placed it in the center of the dumpling wrapper, then carefully folded the wrapper in half and pinched the edges with his fingers. Although he tried hard, the stuffing still came out and the dumpling wrapper cracked.

[Hahahaha, is this a live broadcast of humans taming their hands? ]

[Oh no, failed. ]

【It’s okay, come back later! 】

[Fu Yuanbo's expression is hilarious, he looks so confused.]

Chen Qian also saw this scene and smiled, "It's okay. Pinch the edges tightly and don't worry about the filling squeezing out. It's already better than when I was a kid."

When Fu Yuanbo heard this, he knew that his adoptive mother also remembered the scene of making dumplings with him when he was a child. For some reason, his nose felt sore and his eyes became a little red.

She remembered, it’s great that she still remembered.

Unfortunately...

After that, more than ten years had passed before they sat together to make dumplings again.

If only time could go back.

If only she hadn't sent him to the Fu family...

"What's wrong?" Shen Qian also noticed the sudden emotion of the boy in front of her. She was close and could see clearly that he seemed to be about to cry.

Fu Yuanbo turned his face away and said with a tearful tone, "Nothing."

"oh……"

Fu Yuanbo was unwilling to talk, and Chen Qian didn't want to ask any more questions. The two of them continued to remain silent, silently concentrating on the work at hand. When the dumplings they made filled the entire table, Fu Yuanbo hesitated and said, "Later..."

"Um?"

"Will you make dumplings with me again in the future?"

Chen Qian understood that the aftermath Fu Yuanbo asked about was after the recording of the program was over.

Perhaps because he had been abandoned before, Fu Yuanbo was easily anxious and worried, fearing that the little warmth he had finally gained would be lost in an instant.

"Of course!"

After hearing this answer, Fu Yuanbo spent a long while before whispering, "That's good."

His voice was soft, with a hint of obedience that hadn't been there before.