"Yue Henglai, eat more. You must be hungry after performing on stage for so long!"
"I heard that your CCTV backstage only offers boxed lunches. If I had known that, I would have asked Xiaoxue to pack some food from home and bring it to you..."
"Xiaoxue has been spoiled by us since she was little and doesn't know how to take care of others, so you have to be more understanding."
In the brightly lit restaurant, the small dining table was piled high with food.
Ying Wanlin, who had already eaten, kept putting various meat and vegetable dishes into Wang Yueheng's rice bowl, while saying to him with heartache.
"Thank you, Auntie. There's already plenty of food in my bowl, that's enough for me..."
"Xiaoxue takes such good care of me, I've gained several pounds recently."
Seeing that Mo Zixue's mother had piled the food in his bowl into a hill, Wang Yueheng thanked her, both amused and exasperated.
"Here are some chestnut mooncakes that your uncle specially brought back for you two from Xinghualou. They're especially delicious. Try them later."
As if afraid that Wang Yueheng wouldn't have enough to eat, Ying Wanlin then brought over a few brownish-yellow mooncakes and pastries from the living room table and said with a smile.
"Mom, Wang Yueheng is just having a late-night snack, it's not a competitive eating contest, do you want him to eat himself to death?"
Seeing this, Mo Zixue quickly stepped forward to help Wang Yueheng block the way.
"This girl, talking about death on a holiday. I told Yue Heng to choose what he likes to eat, in case the food doesn't suit his taste."
Ying Wanlin playfully patted Mo Zixue's hand lightly and said.
"Hehe, sister-in-law, just make sure the children are full, don't overeat them."
"Aren't celebrities supposed to pay attention to their physique? Don't try to do something good but end up doing something bad."
Wang Yueheng's aunt, Mo Weiting, who was also visiting, stood at the dining room door and smiled as she helped him out of the awkward situation.
Her son is Cen Guangjie, Mo Zixue's cousin, who sparred with Wang Yueheng at Mo Lao's birthday banquet last time.
At this moment, Mo Zhongqing, dressed in a red Tang suit, sat on the sofa and smiled as he looked at Wang Yueheng, who was busy devouring the food that Ying Wanlin had put into his bowl, as if he were in the middle of a battle.
At this moment, the elder had lost all the dignity that one would expect from someone in a superior position.
Instead, like any other elderly person, his eyes were filled with love and care for his children and grandchildren.
"Yue Heng, your performance tonight was amazing."
"The People's Daily, an official media outlet, just reposted your performance with piano maestro Richard Clayderman, praising your performance as a powerful voice of cultural confidence in our times!"
"They also said that the song 'May We All Live Long and Prosper' not only perfectly blends the classical Chinese poetry with contemporary vocal art, but also, through collaboration with overseas piano masters, builds a cultural bridge connecting China and the world..."
"At this rate, it won't be long before the state media gives you another exclusive interview."
Sitting next to Mo Lao, Mo Weijiang held his phone and clicked his tongue in amazement.
There was a hint of envy in his eyes.
Although he is a top researcher in the domestic pharmaceutical research industry, he is often interviewed in the news.
However, compared to Wang Yueheng's continuous recognition by top state media outlets, it is still far behind.
"They've even made it into the People's Daily? Yue Heng is truly amazing!"
"By the way, your uncle usually doesn't read any entertainment news, but ever since he met you, he's downloaded a bunch of entertainment apps on his phone, like Xiaohongshu, Weibo trending topics, and even Douyin and Bubble Music..."
"He even had young people in the company help him join some kind of fan club so they could keep track of his activities."
"Now I'm considered one of your biggest fans."
Upon learning that Wang Yueheng had been specially praised by the top state media outlet, the People's Daily, so quickly.
Ying Wanlin was happy for him and then excitedly chimed in.
"Thank you for your concern, Uncle. I didn't expect the song to be so well received tonight."
"We will strive to continue our efforts and create more songs with a strong sense of national identity and patriotism."
Wang Yueheng made his statement to the other party while eating.
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