”Me?” Confirm? Could her mother have forgotten the last incident where she almost blew up the entire kitchen?
After Xiao Yao eagerly followed her into the kitchen, she realized this “royal summons” had an ulterior motive.
”You don’t need to do anything, just wait here,” her mother said.
”Wait for what?”
”Wait for your dad to chat with him first.”
Wow! Diverting the tiger away from the mountain? Xiao Yao stared at her mother, who was stir-frying and muttering.
”So he’s the guy from TV, no wonder I found him familiar. Why didn’t you tell me? What a changing world, a child who used to pick up scraps has become a young enterprise heir? Hmm, he’s handsome and rich, but that might not be a good thing…”
The dish in the wok was finally cooked, which was definitely good news for Xiao Yao!
”Mom, let me!” She rushed to help carry it out, ignoring her mother’s protests.
Just as she turned into the living room, she happened to hear her father’s words, almost making the dish she was holding pay homage to the earth god!
Xiao Wen Jun asked Ye Qing: “I heard you really like my books? Which one do you like the most?”
Heard? Heard from which bastard’s nonsense? Wasn’t this Zhima’s “painstaking” effort? Looking at Ye Qing’s surprised expression, Xiao dared not imagine the consequences of any answer…
”Which work does Uncle himself feel most satisfied with?”
Good job, Stone! Turning the tables, throwing the question back to her dad.
”How to say? Every book is my heart’s blood. If I’m not satisfied myself, how can I resonate with readers? Of course, I always hope to improve, so I won’t be eliminated. For me, that martial arts novel was the most difficult to write, often racking my brains over a weapon… Have you read it?”
Despite not getting a response, this proud author continued: “You must remember the weapon used by the big village chief, right?”
”Uh…” Ye Qing’s eyes shifted, then spotted her.
Xiao Yao could no longer quietly listen! With a sweep of her eyes, she moved her hand and grabbed the broom in the corner, waving it as a signal.
Ye Qing frowned: “…A broom?”
”Ah?”
