Chapter 51

He Nianzhu and Xu Yirou's live stream was very popular, with comments pouring in like snowflakes.

He Nianzhu did not reveal Xu Yirou's identity during the live broadcast, but by comparing the pictures with those leaked by marketing accounts, it can be found that Xu Yirou is the little girl in the picture.

The way the two interacted in the live stream didn't resemble that of a father and daughter at all. The audience's eyes are sharp; He Nianzhu was clearly being easily manipulated by the little one.

He would occasionally use respectful terms from a junior to an elder, addressing the child with the honorific "you" (您), clearly indicating that He Nianzhu's seniority was not as high as the child's.

It's not uncommon for children to be involved with each other, so He Nianzhu didn't even need to do any public relations or clarify anything; the rumors about her alleged unmarried motherhood simply fell apart on their own.

After splashing through the puddles and returning home, the servants and Uncle Yun had already quietly left the villa, leaving only the mother and son in the huge villa.

The filming lasted seven days, during which there was no one else in the villa, and the guests had to complete their own meals and daily chores.

The show required that no takeout be ordered, and the original intention was to record the guests' embarrassing attempts to cook. However, it turned out that the young man, who had never lifted a finger before, was actually a skilled cook.

Tall and long-legged He Nianzhu wore a bunny apron and skillfully handled ingredients. The sound of chopping vegetables on the cutting board was fast and frequent, and the bulging muscles in her arms were full and smooth.

This inevitably brings to mind the once-popular male model restaurant, where male models of various styles wore aprons that exuded a married man vibe, their chest and abdominal muscles faintly visible as they moved, radiating a charming masculine hormone aura.

It allowed the customers who came to dine to fully experience the joy of choosing a concubine.

So... *gulp*, the fans all stared at the screen, wanting... wanting to see the little brother's abs!

Fans boldly spoke up, while He Nianzhu, completely unaware, focused intently on cooking.

In front of millions of fans, he skillfully processed a live fish, scaling, gutting, and slicing it with practiced ease, as if he had been butchering fish at RT-Mart for ten years.

The audience was bewildered and pondered: were they watching a children's variety show or a food program?

[He really killed the fish.]

[Was he not appearing on any variety shows before because he was busy cleaning fish at RT-Mart? If so, then I understand. *doge*]

Was my brother killing a fish? No, he was killing my heart.

How about taking on a food-themed drama?

Erbao was busy preparing lunch in the kitchen, while Xu Yirou lay comfortably on the sofa, eating cherries one after another, her little mouth rosy and glistening with juice.

Feeling bored being alone, she dragged her small stool to find her son and tugged at his trouser leg.

"Erbao, here you go."

Two bright red cherries were clutched in her small palm.

He Nianzhu bent down and accepted the gift with gratitude, saying, "Thank you, little auntie."

That gentle and clear smile was nothing like what a boy who was criticized for his bad temper should have.

That was a gentle and harmless expression from the inside out, a genuine outpouring of emotion that could not be acted out.

"Erbao, sit down and eat." Xu Yirou patted the small stool. "The doctor said you need to rest more."

He Nianzhu's advantage lies in his youth, which allows him to recover from his injuries quickly; upon closer inspection, the problem with his right leg is not noticeable.

[I almost forgot my younger brother is still recovering from his injury. It breaks my heart...]

He Nianzhu glanced at the pot, estimated that it would take about ten minutes to turn off the heat, and then sat down.

He wanted to hold the cub's mother on his lap to rest together, but she squatted down beside his legs, touched his fractured right thigh, and squeezed it with her little hands.

"Erbao, let me rub it for you. You must be tired from standing for so long."

The live stream room was peaceful and serene, but the live stream rooms of other guests were in stark contrast.

Qin Yu, a relatively unknown celebrity, had a chaotic live stream from the moment it started in the morning, leaving his fans and casual viewers both amused and bewildered.

Qin Yu is a relatively unknown singer who came from a boy band talent show. When the production team couldn't find anyone at the beginning, they extended an olive branch to him, which he accepted without hesitation.

Finally, he had something to do. Qin Yu, a relatively unknown streamer, almost burst into tears. Because he had very little popularity and a pitifully small number of fans in his live stream, most of whom were just casual viewers, he was trying his best to create some interesting content and showcase his personal charm.

However, Qin Yu has always been a bit unlucky, and his live stream is always plagued by problems.

One thing after another is tripping over one's own foot, another is forgetting the seasoning packet when cooking noodles, and yet another is burning the pan while frying an egg.

So pathetic it's almost pitiful.

It was almost 11:30, and Qin Yu and his little nephew Lanlan were still hungry. Lanlan sat on the little wooden horse the whole time, watching her uncle's flustered movements, and sighed repeatedly.

"Uncle, actually I don't have to eat eggs." Lanlan said helplessly. "We can just have noodles. Lanlan isn't a picky eater."

"My little nephew is so thoughtful!" Qin Yu thought with shame, and quickened his pace in beating the eggs. He was determined to make sure Lanlan ate her uncle's homemade fried eggs.

Qin Yu's cooking skills are appalling. He only has one standard when cooking for himself: as long as it doesn't poison him.

Before taking my nephew to the children's comprehensive training center, I crammed on my cooking skills for a few days. Although I didn't improve much, at least it wasn't poisonous. Before, when he ate my cooking, he would end up in the emergency room three out of ten times to have his stomach pumped.

"Lanlan, Uncle will have dinner ready soon. Please wait for Uncle a little longer."

With the seasoning packet gone, Qin Yu didn't dare to add any more seasonings. He carefully sprinkled some salt on top and then took the dish out of the pot.

Absolutely healthy and safe.

When the noodles were served, Lanlan sat at the table looking at the plain white noodles in the broth, her little brows furrowed into a deep frown, while her uncle just grinned foolishly.

"Lanlan, you've probably never had noodles cooked by your uncle before, right? Eat up, eat up, don't worry, they're perfectly cooked."

Lanlan: "..."

[Meatball: Eat, eat, all you ever think about is eating, hmph!]

"Old Deng, look at this yourself, is it edible?"

It has no color, aroma, or taste whatsoever. My assessment is that it's worse than pig feed, which is both nutritious and visually appealing.

"Sigh, look at my brain." Qin Yu smiled, picked up his chopsticks, picked up a noodle, blew on it, and said, "Uncle will feed you, ah."

Lanlan's expression was indescribable: "Uncle, put it down. I've been eating by myself since I was three years old."

Qin Yu: "Oh, I see. Okay then... you can eat it yourself."

Scrambled eggs floated on the clear noodle soup. Little Lanlan closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and murmured something.

Qin Yu didn't pay attention to what his little nephew was muttering. The curious audience turned the volume up to the maximum and heard a string of words that sounded like chanting: "This is three-delicacy chicken leg noodles, poached egg braised noodles, tomato and egg noodles, it's definitely not Uncle's plain boiled noodles..."

[Pfft! These kids are so well-behaved these days! One knows how to educate himself, and the other knows how to brainwash himself, hahaha]

If my nephew were even half as well-behaved as Rou Rou or Lan Lan, I wouldn't want to slap him whenever I see him.

I barely managed to finish the meal.

Lanlan looked distressed. Taking her uncle on TV was exhausting. She wished she had gone out with her parents instead.

The production team did not confiscate the guests' phones, allowing them to watch the live stream and interact with the audience. The uncle and nephew, having eaten and drunk their fill, relaxed in a relaxed, lounging manner.

Qin Yu opened his live stream with a mix of trepidation and anticipation. He was relieved to see that there were nearly 10,000 to 20,000 viewers, which was higher than he had expected.

He didn't care at all that his live stream viewership was the lowest among the four groups of guests.

Seeing the comments criticizing his cooking as resembling pig swill, Qin Yu blinked his well-behaved puppy eyes, feeling embarrassed and a little guilty: "Thank you for your criticism, everyone. I will try my best to improve my cooking skills."

[If all else fails, go to He Nianzhu's livestream next door and learn how to cook. A Manchu Han Imperial Feast and clear broth noodles...tsk tsk, I feel sorry for Lanlan.]

The stark contrast was so striking that passersby shook their heads and sighed.

He Nianzhu's comment about being able to cook successfully caught Qin Yu's attention. When he first debuted, he had a little popularity, and with his good voice, the company was very enthusiastic about him and secured him an opportunity to sing an OST.

It happens to be the theme song for He Nianzhu's first starring TV series.

If you round it up, he could be considered to have known He Nianzhu.

The two debuted in the same year. Qin Yu was two years older than He Nianzhu. Three years later, He Nianzhu was a super popular idol, while he had faded into obscurity.

While sighing for himself, Qin Yu was having a great time playing with Lanlan's soft, chubby arms.

Lanlan is five years old and attends the elite class in kindergarten. He can recognize many Chinese characters, and he leans his little head over to look.

The barrage of comments scrolled too fast for the cub to keep up with, so he strained to open his eyes wide.

Compared to He Nianzhu's house, Qin Yu's house is old, dilapidated, and small—no, it feels even smaller than mine.

Qin Yu was quite popular a couple of years ago, so how come he still can't afford a big house?

Lanlan never expected that her aunt and uncle had such a deep misunderstanding about her uncle.

He immediately explained loudly, "Because my uncle is the King of Poverty!"

“My uncle is so poor that he can only eat vegetables and radishes every day. He can’t even afford meat, let alone a big house.” He said with heartache, “Uncle and Aunt, please don’t talk about my uncle anymore. He will hide and cry.”

Upon receiving an invitation from his beloved baby, Qin Yu, in order to look good on camera, ate a diet of low-fat meals for the first half of the month, with vegetable salads at every meal, which was seen by his nephew Lanlan.

He immediately noticed something was off about his nephew's expression. It turned out he thought his nephew was so poor he couldn't afford meat, so he bestowed upon him the title of "Poor King".

Qin Yu: ……

[The King of Poverty laughs, extremely insulting!]

Thank you, but I felt insulted.

[Our Yuyu is the kind of boy who hides and cries, I can almost picture it, hehehe.]

Meanwhile, on the other side, He Nianzhu and Xu Yirou were also interacting with netizens in the live broadcast room.

Xu Yirou doesn't know many characters, and the square characters floating across the screen give her a headache, so she simply directs her son to read them to her.

He Nianzhu picked and chose, ignoring all the comments asking why he was removing his leg hair, and specifically picked the ones praising Xu Yirou. With each comment, the little cub's mother felt happier, and her little feet swung happily back and forth.

"Erbao cooks very well! I love Erbao's spicy fish fillets the most. Just thinking about them makes my mouth water."

"My hair won't fall out, it's very strong."

"Hehe, I am pretty cute, but not the cutest. My Bubble is the cutest! I'll introduce Bubble to you guys sometime."

A man who can cook is such a plus! Qin Yu spent all lunch working on something, only to be served boiled noodles. So pitiful, hahaha.

He Nianzhu paused slightly. Qin Yu, that name seemed familiar.