The scene immediately descended into chaos.
Jiang Chuyun only reacted after taking two punches, and angrily grabbed Feng Langqing's hand: "Feng Langqing! Are you crazy? Why did you hit me for no reason?!"
"I can't hit the little one, but you're her uncle, can't I hit you too?" Feng Langqing forcefully shook off Jiang Chuyun's hand, his face darkening. "Don't tell me you can't tell your precious niece is doing this on purpose!"
If Nanmanyuan hadn't been different from the other children and slipped on the apple and fallen...
"Let me tell you, Jiang Chuyun! This matter is not over between the Feng family and your Jiang family!" Feng Langqing grabbed Jiang Chuyun by the collar, lifted him up, and said coldly through gritted teeth.
Jiang Chuyun naturally saw Jiang Xinxin's actions, but he didn't believe that his niece, whom he had watched grow up and who was frail and sickly, was a bad child.
His expression darkened slightly, and he forcefully pried Feng Langqing's hand away: "I believe Xinxin didn't do it on purpose, she just didn't mean to."
"Besides, what bad intentions could a five-year-old child have?"
Feng Langqing laughed angrily, released Jiang Chuyun's collar, gritted his teeth and pointed at him: "Fine, your Jiang family, well done."
"I've got it."
The other three guests didn't dare to breathe. Su Yilan and He Junnan glanced at Jiang Chuyun with mixed feelings, and quickly stepped forward to grab Feng Langqing, advising him: "It's alright, Brother Qing, we're still recording the show, give the director some face."
Feng Langqing, with a sullen face, glanced coldly at Jiang Chuyun before turning to nervously observe Nan Yuanman, who was chasing after the apple.
After Jiang Xinxin kicked the apple away, she suddenly remembered that she was still recording a show. A look of panic flashed across her face, and she quickly said to Nan Yuanman, "I'm sorry, sister. I accidentally kicked the apple away and almost made you fall. I'm so sorry."
Nan Yuanman picked up the apple that had fallen to the ground, pouted, and said unhappily, "If I hadn't practiced martial arts with my grandfather, I would have fallen already, so I don't accept your apology."
Jiang Xinxin was surprised that Nan Yuanman still showed her no respect in front of the camera. Her face flushed red, and she felt wronged.
How could Nan Yuanman do this! She's already apologized! As the older sister, shouldn't she be magnanimous and forgive her? What will the other children think of her?
Lin Le'an walked past her with an apple on her head, and scoffed, "Hypocrite."
He then called out to Nan Yuanman, "Yuanman, the ground is uneven. Watch your step and don't trip over anything else."
Nan Yuanman had already put the apple back on her head and continued running forward. Hearing this, she replied with a sweet, childish "hello".
Jiang Xinxin felt even angrier and more aggrieved. Meng Juanjuan didn't want to bother with her when she passed by, but she remembered what her aunt had said before: to try to please her.
She paused slightly, then handed the apple from her head to her: "Little Xinxin, it's okay. I believe you didn't do it on purpose. Here, take my apple. Let's continue on our way!"
Jiang Xinxin felt that Meng Juanjuan was pitying her, which made her even angrier. She slapped the apple out of Meng Juanjuan's hand and yelled, "Get away! Who wants your broken apple!"
The apple in Meng Juanjuan's palm was immediately slapped to the ground and rolled a long way.
Her face flushed red, and she looked somewhat flustered: "Little sister Xinxin..."
"Don't call me 'little sister,' I don't have a country bumpkin like you as my older sister! Humph!" Jiang Xinxin snorted and turned to leave, asking the staff for a new apple with a righteous air.
Meng Juanjuan felt her self-esteem had been trampled on, and her eyes instantly reddened. She silently picked up the apple from the ground, carefully wiped it clean, and then cautiously carried it on her head as she moved forward.
The viewers in the live stream had already started arguing because of Jiang Xinxin's arrogant behavior.
[Holy crap! Jiang Xinxin is so mean! She almost made Yuanman fall, and now she's knocked away Juanjuan's apple! This is too much!]
Damn! Rich kids are even more annoying!
[I can't take it anymore, it makes me so angry, I really want to slap her.]
[...]
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Jiang Juncheng, who was constantly monitoring the live broadcast, quickly contacted online trolls to join the fray.
Amidst the barrage of insults in the live stream, comments defending Jiang Xinxin quickly appeared:
[Jiang Xinxin is, after all, the little princess of the Jiang family. It's normal for her to be a little spoiled, right? What are you poor bastards reacting to?]
[That's right, didn't Princess Xinxin already apologize? She said it was an accident. She's only five years old, what bad intentions could she have?]
[Don't you know? Jiang Xinxin and Yuanman are sisters! It's just the two sisters playfully bickering, why are you making such a big deal out of it?]
Hey upstairs, come on, let's play around. I'll even strangle you and say I was just kidding. /smile/smile/
[...]
The online uproar did not affect Nan Yuanman. The little girl calmly reached the finish line and quickly took three ingredients from the table: eggs, flour, and a piece of pork.
Her little face was flushed, and her eyes were sparkling as she ran towards Feng Langqing carrying the groceries: "Third brother! I won! We get breakfast today!"
Feng Langqing looked at the flour in her hands, swallowed back his words that he didn't know how to make hand-pulled noodles, and gave her a thumbs up: "Yuanman is awesome!"
Jiang Chuyun looked at her with a complicated expression, her mouth slightly open: "Perfect..."
Nan Yuanman didn't give him a chance to fart. After getting the director's approval, she excitedly dragged Feng Langqing back to the room.
Jiang Chuyun's face flushed slightly as she was completely ignored. The slight goodwill he had felt towards her vanished instantly. What an ill-mannered and impolite child! She showed no respect for him, her elder!
Soon, the other four children also arrived at the finish line and each chose three ingredients. Jiang Xinxin was the last to arrive, leaving only eggs, green vegetables, and a bundle of noodles on the table.
She walked unhappily toward Jiang Chuyun, carrying her things, pouting and with teary eyes: "I'm sorry, Third Uncle, Xinxin didn't get any good ingredients."
Jiang Chuyun originally wanted to ask her why she kicked the apple to Nan Yuanman's feet, but seeing her pitiful appearance, she couldn't bring herself to ask the question.
He sighed heavily and patted her head: "It's okay, as long as there's food."
When he brought Jiang Xinxin back to their lodgings, Nan Yuanman and Feng Langqing's residence had already closed the door. Standing at the door, he could still hear the little dumpling's giggles and Feng Langqing's voice trying to make her laugh.
Jiang Chuyun tightened her grip on Jiang Xinxin's hand slightly and went inside to cook without saying a word.
Jiang Chuyun was also pampered growing up. Her family had a chef, and after entering the entertainment industry, she had a personal assistant. Even without a personal assistant, there were boxed meals provided by the film crew, so cooking for herself was a first for her.
He finally managed to cook the egg noodles, sweating profusely, but Jiang Xinxin only took one bite before spitting it out, wrinkling her nose and looking disgusted: "It's so awful... Third Uncle, these noodles are so salty, they're not fit for human consumption."
Meanwhile, Nan Yuanman's praise came from next door: "Wow! Third brother, you are really amazing! You made such delicious dumpling soup on your first try! It's so delicious! This is simply the most delicious dumpling soup I've ever eaten!"
Jiang Chuyun's clothes were soaked with sweat, her cheeks, which had been slapped by Feng Langqing, were burning, and her stomach was rumbling with hunger.
He stared blankly at Jiang Xinxin, who was spitting and complaining with a look of disgust on her face. Nan Yuanman's praise kept entering his ears, and a sense of weariness suddenly welled up in his heart. He couldn't help but feel a little envious of Feng Langqing.
A thought popped into his mind: what if... the person he was going on a variety show with was Nan Yuanman...
Will she spit out the noodles he cooked like Jiang Xinxin did?
As if possessed, Jiang Chuyun picked up the bowl of noodles on the table, went to the tightly closed door of Feng Langqing and Nan Yuanman's room, and knocked on the door.
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