Chapter 8 The son of a wealthy family 8 The only thing he can do is talk
Strong emotions spread in Fu Yuanbo's chest. The emotions were like a tangled mess stuck in his chest, unable to go up or down, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.
He wanted to stop her and ask her what she was thinking. Did she really treat him as her son? Then how could she bear to leave him in the Fu family for ten whole years!
He also wanted to ask, if she treated him as her son, then what about Fu Zhongyan?
Did she really treat him as her son in her heart, or was it just a show effect for the variety show?
Of course, even the impulsive boy did not have the courage to chase after and question him. Fu Yuanbo squeezed the mineral water bottle tightly and then loosened it, and finally just sat there and drank the bottle of water silently.
He did not continue to rest. Although he was physically tired, he felt upset and it was better for him to vent his emotions on these pieces of wood.
Fu Yuanbo continued to work silently.
In the kitchen over there, Shen Qian had already made a fire with dry grass, lit some dry branches, and then put in the firewood chopped by Fu Yuanbo, and the fire soon caught fire.
She was not in a hurry to add firewood, but controlled the heat at a proper medium heat, then poured a little oil into the pot, and wiped the bottom of the pot with scallion and ginger slices.
The cameraman said on the side: “Ms. Shen, why don’t you explain it to everyone while you do it.”
Shen Qian didn't have the habit of opening his mouth while cooking, but he still cooperated and said, "This is to prevent the fish skin from sticking to the pan."
When the oil temperature was right, she put the two marinated crucian carps into the pot. Immediately, a "sizzling" sound was heard in front of the camera, oil splashed everywhere, and the aroma was fragrant.
The big iron pot in the countryside has a unique heavy feel, transfers heat evenly, and the fried fish skin is extra crispy.
Shen Qian slowly fried the fish over medium heat, paying attention to the heat and the changes in the fish body. When the fish skin was fried until golden and crispy, she gently turned it over with a spatula. The whole process was smooth and there was no panic.
After taking out the fried fish, he placed it on a plate. Chen Qian then began to prepare the sauce for the braised fish, using soy sauce, cooking wine, rock sugar and vinegar, and finally added some chopped tangerine peel to enhance the flavor.
When the sauce is ready, add the fried fish, cover the pot, adjust the fire in the stove to low, and let the flavor of the sauce seep into the fish little by little. Every once in a while, lift the lid and scoop up the sauce and pour it on the fish.
"Repeat this several times so that every inch of the fish can absorb the sauce and become more flavorful," Shen Qian explained.
[Ah... my saliva is about to flow down! ]
[Why does it look so tempting?! This is just a simple braised crucian carp!]
【This is really a foul at dinner time! 】
[Wow, does Mother Shen still need a son? ]
[Seeing this, I also want to recognize my mother. Mom, I’m hungry! ]
Wait until the sauce in the pot gradually becomes thick, simmer it for the final time, then serve on a plate and sprinkle with a handful of chopped green onions.
The whole kitchen was suddenly filled with aroma, which was very tempting.
Chen Qian cleaned the pot and quickly made a dish of stir-fried white mushrooms with green peppers. The ingredients were all brought by the villagers just now.
Fu Yuanbo's hands gradually slowed down as he worked. Tiredness was one reason, but mainly he was hungry.
He hadn't eaten since joining the program crew today. At this moment, a faint fragrance wafted from the kitchen. His stomach growled a few times, and his already shaken willpower was completely shattered. He put down the axe and was about to walk over there.
He had just taken two steps when he heard Shen Qian calling him, "Yuanbo, dinner is ready."
Fu Yuanbo felt that this simple sentence was the most beautiful words he had ever heard.
When he walked over, Shen Qian had already set the table. Finally, he brought out a plate of brightly colored braised crucian carp, and next to it was a plate of juicy stir-fried white mushrooms with green peppers, and steaming freshly steamed white rice.
Just one glance and Fu Yuanbo became even hungrier.
He walked over, sat down, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
Fu Yuanbo picked up a piece of fish and flicked it lightly with his chopsticks. The thick sauce wrapped around the white and delicate flesh of the crucian carp. He picked up the fish and put it into his mouth without hesitation.
The fish skin is fried crispy and softened by the sauce, and the fish meat melts in your mouth. The whole dish is very layered, with a light aftertaste of tangerine peel, which is simply amazing.
Fu Yuanbo took a big mouthful of rice and ate it voraciously.
Shen Qian glanced at him and couldn't help but remind him: "Be careful of fish bones."
Fu Yuanbo took another bite of the green pepper and white jade mushroom, and his eyes lit up. He didn't expect that this seemingly ordinary dish was actually so delicious. It was fresh and refreshing, and paired with the rich taste of fish, it was so delicious!
In response to his foster mother's reminder, he muttered something in a low voice, and no one knew what he was mumbling. Shen Qian had just taken a few bites when he saw Fu Yuanbo stand up.
"I'll get another bowl."
The rice was steamed in a wooden steamer commonly seen in rural areas. The grains were distinct and the rice aroma was rich. When Fu Yuanbo opened the steamer, he was attracted by the fragrance.
He was not a greedy child. After arriving at the Fu family, he had no shortage of food and clothing. His daily food, clothing, housing and transportation were all taken care of by servants. However, the meals prepared by the Fu family's chef were very light, which was in line with the growth needs of children, but they were not delicious.
In the ten years at the Fu family, Fu Yuanbo was hardly picky about food, but he couldn't remember what he liked to eat.
Sometimes I think back to the meals my mother cooked in my dreams, and it seems like something from my past life.
At this moment, he wolfed down two large bowls of rice with these two dishes. When he wanted to get more, he was stopped by Shen Qian.
"Don't eat too much at night, it's hard to digest."
Fu Yuanbo then reluctantly put down his bowl. It was obvious that he was not satisfied with his meal.
"You like eating fish, right?" Shen Qian called up the memory of his original body and saw that Fu Yuanbo had loved eating fish since he was a child.
Fu Yuanbo stiffened his neck and refused to admit, "Not really."
"Oh, and he also said that he would cook fish for you often in the future. If you don't like it, forget it." Shen Qian didn't take it to heart and ate his meal slowly.
Fu Yuanbo: “…”
[Hahahaha, this guy, he just showed off two bowls of rice and he doesn't admit that he likes it? ]
[Good fellow, you are such a tough guy. I'm jealous of you, but you still can be tough. I respect you as a real man! ]
[@傅远泊, I see you are quite reluctant, how about you record the show with Fang's mother and let me go on stage? ]
[I don't believe you. Just looking at the way you ate like a starving ghost, you put down your bowl and said you don't like it?]
【Let's see how long you can keep your mouth shut! 】
[Smell warning...]
While the comments were still teasing, Fu Yuanbo couldn't help but speak up: "When I was a kid... you once made a kind of fish with black beans. Do you remember?"
Shen Qian thought about it and it seemed that he did have some vague memories.
She nodded.
In fact, even if she doesn't remember, she can still make fish with fermented black beans. The method is not difficult, but it consumes a lot of oil and time, and it also requires fermented black beans.
Fu Yuanbo: "How about we do it again sometime?"
Shen Qian didn't comment: "Let's talk about it later."
[Hahahaha, if you say you don't like it that much, your mom won't even bother to talk to you.]
Oh no…
[It's so funny. I told you to talk to your mom and she'd be upset. Just try to comfort her slowly.]
Fu Yuanbo also seemed to feel that his adoptive mother's attitude towards him was indifferent, and he felt a little lost.
Why is she like this? Shouldn't she be more affectionate to him?
After all, there are so many cameramen recording the show, right?
The Fu family gave her money and asked her to appear on the show in place of Fang Yuyun, but she shouldn't have this attitude.
Fu Yuanbo lowered his eyes and thought of another thing.
If Shen Qian was really enthusiastic about him, would he be happy?
I'm afraid I can't...
Doesn't that just prove that her enthusiasm is all fake for the money?
This attitude of his adoptive mother actually makes it more comfortable to get along with her. He doesn't need her to pretend to be nice to him. Everything is fine now.
Thinking of this, Fu Yuanbo's mood was not so bad anymore, and he even felt a little more relaxed.
Shen Qian put down the bowl, obviously having finished dinner.
Fu Yuanbo took the initiative to clean up the dishes and took them in to wash them.
Shen Qian counted all the food brought by the villagers, put those that were difficult to preserve in the kitchen, and planned in his mind what to eat tomorrow.
"Hiss..." Fu Yuanbo took a breath when his hand got wet.
Shen Qian just heard it, grabbed his wrist and turned his palm over.
Fu Yuanbo's palm was seen to have turned red from being rubbed by the axe, and even had two large blisters. It must have been painful when his hand was immersed in water.
"What are you doing? I'm fine." Fu Yuanbo quickly pulled his hand back.
As he spoke, he continued to wash the dishes stubbornly, as if nothing anyone could say would help him.
Seeing him like this, Shen Qian didn't say much and quickly walked out of the kitchen.
By the time Fu Yuanbo finished washing the dishes, Chen Qian had already returned with a small box of things.
"Come and sit down." Shen Qian said in a tone that did not allow for argument.
Fu Yuanbo was well behaved now and sat on the chair.
Shen Qian disinfected the needle with alcohol, took Fu Yuanbo's hand and said, "It will hurt a little, but it will be fine soon."
Fu Yuanbo curled his lips: "Why would I need this..."
Chen Qian glared at him coldly. He had to admit that he felt a little guilty about his adoptive mother's attitude, so he had no choice but to keep quiet and let her control him.
Shen Qian's movements were skillful but gentle. He looked at the two blisters under the light, pricked the edge of the blisters with a needle, gently pricked them, and then carefully drained the liquid inside.
Then it was disinfected with iodine, antibacterial ointment was applied, and finally it was bandaged with sterile gauze.
"Don't get wet for the next two days, and wear gloves when you work afterwards."
Fu Yuanbo: “…Oh.”
It was rare for him not to be stubborn, and he stared at his bandaged hand with a complicated expression.
If she just did things for money, she wouldn't be able to do this.
On this day, from the moment he first met Chen Qian, Fu Yuanbo's mood was like riding a roller coaster. At this moment, his hot palms were soothed by the cool ointment, and at the same time, his heart that had nowhere to rest was also soothed.
perhaps……
She also cared about him a little bit in her heart.
Perhaps, during the six years they were together, she had truly loved him as if he were her own son.
Perhaps, she came to record this program not just for the money and Fu Zhongyan, she came for him as well, even if it only accounted for a small proportion.
At this time, Shen Qian discovered that Fu Yuanbo's favorability towards her suddenly stopped fluctuating slightly, but directly increased by 10 and stabilized at a value of 30.
If the favorability can be raised to 40, then the super rich system can be used again. Shen Qian suddenly feels that it is not that difficult.
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