Chapter 20
The next day.
A new piece of news suddenly appeared on Weibo's hot search list, the entry #Singer Zhu Wei successfully got back the copyright of the song#.
Zhu Wei posted a long Weibo post, saying that she had successfully reconciled with her former company and would open her own studio and focus more on her singing career.
There has been no negative news about her since her debut. She is also a great singer and songwriter, and her strength is obvious to all. Therefore, in addition to her fans celebrating, passers-by and netizens are also happy for her.
[I can really wait for this day, it's like I finally saw the moon after the clouds have parted]
[Sister must have cried many times, right? In my lifetime series! 】
[That’s great, please invite my sister to the singing variety show and start the concert! 】
Some netizens who started paying attention to Zhu Wei and Rongrong from recent variety shows came to congratulate Zhu Wei and made jokes at the same time.
[Rongrong's wish came true, so beautiful]
[When Rongrong finished talking to the beauty, the fish was hooked, and I had a premonition that something big was going to happen (I calculated with my fingers)
[Mingzai's father said he wanted to go to the concert, but I didn't expect that he could actually go. It's amazing.]
[Mingzai failed to guide Zhou Xu, but guided Zhu Wei? （bushi】
However, some viewers were more cautious and kept leaving messages to remind everyone.
[This matter should have nothing to do with the beauty and Mingzai, so it’s better not to make fun of it, otherwise you might get criticized]
[Yes, yes, just congratulate Zhu Wei. If you want to play with memes, just do it on the show. I look forward to the second live broadcast~]
These words did make sense, so netizens stopped making fun of it.
Zhu Wei's home.
After she finished the live broadcast of "Zi Zi is Superman", she received a call from her former agency in the evening, saying that they wanted to renegotiate the copyright issue.
In the following days, she was busy looking for lawyers and negotiating, until today when the official announcement was finally made.
Zhu Wei's mood fluctuated greatly. She never got a full night's sleep, and every day she walked as if she was walking on the clouds, light and fluttering.
She was afraid that it might just be a dream and the copyright issue would be ruined again.
After the matter was completely resolved, Zhu Wei realized one thing: her former agent was a man who was greedy for money and bore a grudge against her, and it was impossible for him to be kind even if he suddenly fell ill and was about to die.
There is only one possibility, someone is secretly helping her.
Zhu Wei immediately contacted acquaintances from her previous company and learned that this matter was pushed forward because of pressure from someone.
However, after thinking about it, she still couldn't figure out who the "noble person" was.
After she posted a long Weibo post today, she kept staying in the comment section to see the reactions of her fans, but she accidentally saw messages from variety show viewers.
Zhu Wei said to herself: "Did Rongrong tell Yiming's father about this?"
The extremely handsome yet always gentle face of Yiming's father appeared in her mind. She hurriedly got out of bed, opened the door and went out, "Rongrong?"
In the living room.
Rongrong was talking to her grandmother in a low voice. When she saw her mother was not wearing slippers, she ran out. She ran over to her mother, grabbed her hand, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you? Why don't you go to bed again?"
In the morning, before dad went to work, he specifically told her to watch over mom and get more sleep.
Grandma said, "Your mother must be happy, so she can't sleep."
She got up and went to the kitchen.
Zhu Wei picked up her daughter, sat on the sofa, and asked her seriously about the things on the show face to face.
Rongrong admitted that this was the case and then pointed at the TV.
"Otherwise, Mom can watch TV. Didn't Dad prepare my video?"
Rongrong's father is a film editor. After the show ended, he took the time to edit the parts of the mother and daughter into individual highlights so that the family can watch them at any time.
Zhu Wei found the fishing part.
When grandma came out with a cup of water, she saw that she was watching the TV very attentively, with her body slightly leaning forward, as if she wanted to stare two big holes in the TV screen.
"Weiwei, what happened to the show?"
"I suddenly remembered something."
Zhu Wei drank some water, played this segment repeatedly, and studied Yiming's father's micro-expressions with a frown.
Unfortunately, she was not an expert in interpreting micro-expressions and had no clue.
But the copyright issue happened the day after the show, which was too much of a coincidence.
Zhu Wei stared at Yiming's father's noble face. He really didn't have the demeanor of an ordinary person and was definitely capable of solving this problem.
Thinking of this, she no longer hesitated and immediately picked up the phone.
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The Bo family mansion.
There was a crowd of people standing in the Chinese kitchen.
Wen Cishu was next to the master chef, listening to him how to cook.
Aunt Zhong, Uncle Xu and two other chefs were nearby, all of them were a little nervous, afraid that he might make a mistake.
The master chef instructed: "Sir, learn how to heat the pan and use cold oil first. First, the food will not splash too much oil when it is put into the pan; second, the oil temperature is low, so it is healthy to eat; third, there is less smoke."
Wen Cishu nodded and wrote it down very seriously.
Aunt Zhong: "I think it's also good served cold."
Uncle Xu agreed: "Yes, it's better to eat it cold."
Wen Cishu turned his head and said, "Aunt Zhong, Uncle Xu, please go out and do your work. There are three masters here."
Fortunately, the kitchen is large enough, otherwise there would be no room for so many people.
Aunt Zhong took a step back and said, "You study, we won't talk."
There are three chefs in the mansion every day. Today, we learned early that the husband wanted to learn how to cook, so we had already discussed the plan and even prepared the ingredients in advance.
What I am teaching is how to stir-fry shrimp with broccoli. The large shrimps have been marinated in advance and the backs have been opened, and the fresh broccoli and minced garlic are chopped.
Wen Cishu took a look and said, "You have all cut it? Then I..."
Can this still be considered cooking by yourself?
The master chef explained to him calmly: "Today we will first learn the most basic stir-frying. Don't be impatient, take your time."
Wen Cishu nodded: "Yeah, that's fine."
There are two identical ingredients, and two stoves are used, one for the master chef and the other for Wen Cishu.
Considering the strictness, the pots, spatulas and everything else used are of the same style.
Wen Cishu followed the master chef's instructions completely, from blanching the broccoli to heating the pan and adding oil, minced garlic, shrimps, etc.
Several chefs were watching the heat, so Wen Cishu didn't make any strange noises.
He stir-fried the food with a spatula in great detail, and finally added the black pepper sauce that he had prepared in advance and stir-fried it evenly.
Wen Cishu sighed inwardly, are these people fooling the children? !
But when the dish was served, it was almost the same as that of the master chef, with bright colors and fragrant aroma.
After all, it was his first time cooking, and the food was neither burnt nor mushy, and he couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of accomplishment.
He took the hot towel handed to him by Aunt Zhong and wiped his hands, his eyebrows curved: "It seems to look good."
The chef said: "When you first start cooking, the most important thing is to make sure the ingredients are cooked and edible. As for the oil temperature, heat, and seasoning, they don't matter. Once you get the hang of it, you can still study those things later."
Wen Cishu took the chopsticks, smiled and nodded: "Master chef, what you said makes sense."
He was about to pick up some food when an arm stopped him, "Uncle Xu?"
Uncle Xu held the chopsticks and said, "Sir, let me try."
Aunt Zhong also showed the chopsticks in her hand: "Yes, let's try it first."
The master chef is very confident.
"Theoretically, there's no problem. But you might as well try it, Old Xu."
Uncle Xu thought angrily in his heart: If something bad happens to the food, theoretically, is it your fault or mine?
He picked up a large piece of shrimp.
Aunt Zhong picked up a small piece of broccoli.
Wen Cishu saw them putting the food into their mouths and chewing it slowly, and couldn't help asking, "How is it? Is it cooked?"
Uncle Xu and Aunt Zhong looked at each other and smiled.
"tasty."
"Yeah?"
Wen Cishu picked up a small broccoli, tasted it, and felt that it was a cooked vegetable with a sauce.
He also picked up the broccoli fried by the chef.
It’s the same utensils, the same ingredients, the same cooking method, but the taste is completely different.
Wen Cishu commented on himself: "It seems that my dish was stewed and then the sauce was added and mixed well."
The chef said, "This is already very good for your first time cooking. Sir, just take your time."
Wen Cishu had no choice. He couldn't immediately say that he wanted to learn how to stir-fry over high heat.
Aunt Zhong and Uncle Xu probably carried him out, one on each side.
At this moment, Bo Yiming was like a tornado, rolling in with a roar. "Little Dad, there's a phone call for you!"
He handed the phone to the little dad and was shocked to see two dishes of shrimp and broccoli. "Auntie said that the little dad is learning to cook. Is that true?"
Wen Cishu discovered that it was Zhu Wei’s WeChat call.
He gave instructions and walked from the kitchen door to the garden outside the floor-to-ceiling window. "Sister Wei?"
Zhu Wei said, "Dad Yiming, I have something personal to ask you."
"Don't be so polite, just say it." Wen Cishu took two slow steps.
Zhu Wei then told him everything about her life.
In fact, Wen Cishu had already forgotten about this matter. While she was explaining the whole story, he immediately switched to Bo Tingyuan's WeChat and sent him a message.
[You helped deal with Zhu Wei’s issues on the show, right? 】
Although Wen Cishu was not clear about the purpose of Zhu Wei's call, he hoped to get a clear answer from Bo Tingyuan first.
So he first congratulated Zhu Wei, and then changed the subject to say a few words about looking forward to her future concerts.
Fortunately, Bo Tingyuan responded promptly.
[It has been done.] 】
[I forgot to mention it to you]
Wen Cishu: [It’s okay. 】
【Thanks! 】
On the phone, Zhu Wei asked cautiously: "Dad Yiming, if you are helping me, you must let me know. This is very important to me."
Wen Cishu gave a clear answer without hiding anything: "It was handled by Yiming's father. But Sister Wei, as long as things go smoothly, you don't have to thank us specially."
"How can that be possible?" Zhu Wei suddenly became excited. "You are my benefactor. No, your whole family is my benefactor."
Wen Cishu rubbed his ears. It sounded like someone was cursing.
He said slowly and softly, "Sister Wei, have you been too busy these days and haven't had enough rest? I can hear your voice is a little hoarse. I want to go to your concert with Yiming and his grandfather in the future. You can't damage your voice."
"No, no, I'll go to bed now." Zhu Wei choked up, "Yiming Dad, I think... can I do something for you?"
Wen Cishu could tell that this matter was indeed like a huge rock pressing on her heart. Now that it was resolved, she was inevitably at a loss for a while.
“Please treat me to a concert.”
Zhu Wei knew that he was not asking for anything in return. After thinking it over, she said, "How about this? I'll give you the money I make from the concert. Otherwise, I won't be able to live with my conscience."
When Wen Cishu heard this, he said, "I definitely can't accept the money."
Zhu Wei knew very well that he would never be short of money, and she felt a little embarrassed.
"But I, Zhu Wei, am a grateful person. I can't just accept your kindness out of thin air."
Wen Cishu was infected by her voice and couldn't help but say what was in his heart.
"Sister Wei, I'm not in good health and I've never had any ideals since I was a child. I envy people who have careers and ideals, so just do your best."
Zhu Wei asked carefully: "Yiming's father, I have never asked you what is wrong with you? Can you tell me?"
Wen Cishu chuckled: "It's a congenital heart disease. But it's better now and I can go out and participate in the show, so don't worry about me."
“But you are so open-minded.”
It was hard for Zhu Wei to imagine how a person who had heart disease since childhood could adapt himself to become so optimistic and gentle, and even be so kind to everyone.
Wen Cishu was afraid that she was too excited, so he didn't say much and urged her to rest.
Zhu Wei stopped choking and trembling in her voice, and changed the subject, saying very straightforwardly: "Yiming's father, don't say that you have no ideals and no career. Listen to what Sister Wei has to say."
"Okay." Wen Cishu stood up slightly straighter, looking serious. "I'm listening."
Zhu Wei said, "How about this, I'll open a studio and give you shares, and you don't have to invest any more money in me. From now on, we'll start a business together, okay?"
When Wen Cishu heard this, he was stunned.
To be honest, in all his life, no one has ever said to him, "Let's start a business together."
He frowned slightly, smiled softly, and said in a voice as calm as possible: "Okay."
After ending the call, Wen Cishu stood in the garden for a while, then took a deep breath and slowly turned back to the kitchen.
"Hmm? Where's my food?"
Aunt Zhong said, "Yiming is eating it in the restaurant."
Wen Cishu was speechless, "This child is not picky either."
Aunt Zhong: "You've had a good appetite since you were a child, otherwise how could you grow so strong?"
That's true.
Wen Cishu thought that if this little monkey entered the show, he would enjoy eating steamed sweet potatoes.
It seems that it is not just because of his growth, but he is born to be the opposite of him and is extremely easy to feed.
Dining room.
Bo Yiming was using his tablet to video chat with his grandfather.
He picked up the dish and showed it in all directions.
"Big dad, look, this is the first time my little dad learned to cook."
“I just did it.”
"It's hot and still smoking."
After saying that, he didn't give the big dad a chance to react and hung up the video.
Wen Cishu, who had just walked into the restaurant, said: “……?”
What are you doing?
You think the relationship between the two fathers is too harmonious and you want to break up the family, right?
He rushed forward, startling Aunt Zhong behind him. She reminded him, "Walk slower."
When Bo Yiming saw his little dad appear, he smiled and praised: "Little dad, the shrimp you made is really delicious, even better than Uncle Zhou's."
Wen Cishu had a stern face one second and smiled the next.
"...Really? Is that true? Do you like what your little dad cooks?"
"Yes." Bo Yiming nodded vigorously and picked up another large shrimp. "It's delicious."
Wen Cishu watched the video in which he was hung up, and thought to himself: Little monkey, little monkey, you are frantically testing the gate of the "boarding school".
As they were talking, Uncle Xu stepped forward with an embarrassed look on his face and said, "Sir, the eldest young master just called me."
"Um?"
Wen Cishu looked at him.
Bo Yiming also looked over: "Grandpa Xu, what did my eldest father say?"
Uncle Xu said, "The eldest master said that it's not safe for the gentleman to go into the kitchen again. He asked us to take care of him."
Wen Cishu ruffled the little monkey's hair, "Look at what you have done!"
Bo Yiming looked at the dish in front of him with surprise, and became more and more excited: "Doesn't that mean I'm eating the first and only dish that Little Daddy has ever made? Aaaaaaaa, I'm going to call Big Daddy again!"
Wen Cishu held his forehead and said: Send it to France, he will definitely not stop you this time.
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