The genius villain's mother is going crazy in the kid's variety show by relying on food

Chapter 135 Mother and Daughter Meet Without Recognizing Each Other

As a colleague in the circle, Nanzhi has more or less heard some rumors about Fu Chao's family.

But seeing Qingqing in front of him was elegant, noble, and full of charm...

Nanzhi knew that the truth should be beyond everyone's imagination.

She blinked and smiled:

"So Auntie is Fu Chao's mother. Hello, I'm Nanzhi, a colleague of Fu Chao."

Nanzhi's tone was polite but not friendly enough.

Qingqing was instinctively not used to such a distance.

So I asked:

"Are you a professional chef? I just tasted your cooking and it was delicious."

——Compliments were pitifully rare for Fu Chao, but Qingqing had already given them out twice today.

Nanzhi was about to answer when the old ladies behind him rushed to speak:
"Of course Boss Nan's cooking skills are great! They're top notch!"

"Yeah, my old man and I would love to use them as a canteen!"

"You have good taste!"

"..."

The old ladies are too enthusiastic.

Even though Nanzhi was a calm and composed person, he felt almost embarrassed.

She cleared her throat and quickly changed the subject.

Qingqing watched Nanzhi and the old ladies chatting with gentle eyes, and was in a very good mood.

It was as if even she was happy to see Nanzhi being loved like this.

Is this also because of Fu Chao?
Nanzhi avoided the attention of the old ladies by taking advantage of the melodramatic TV series that was being broadcast.

While they were having a good chat, he quietly withdrew, appearing to be at ease.

Qingqing saw:

“You have a strong affinity.”

"It's a professional habit."

Nanzhi was not born knowing how to deal with people.

When she was in another world, she traveled far and wide to hone her cooking skills. She opened a roadside food stall and a high-end restaurant.

At first, because of my naivety, I was deceived and backstabbed, and suffered a lot.

She could only grit her teeth and swallow it. Over time, she gradually gained experience.

Nanzhi didn't want to recall those things, so she deliberately asked:
"Auntie, are you here to buy fruit?"

When Nanzhi looked at Qingqing's empty hands, Qingqing was also looking at her.

Qingqing keenly captured the fleeting trace of vicissitudes and melancholy between Nanzhi's brows.

Why does such a young girl have the look of someone who has gone through untold hardships?
Suddenly, Qingqing felt as if his heart was being pinched hard.

She couldn't help but raise her hands to cover her chest.

Nanzhi saw this and became anxious:

"Are you feeling unwell?"

She pretended to help Qingqing.

Qingqing wanted to shake his head and say it was okay.

When he saw Nanzhi extending his hand, his words got stuck in his throat.

While she was hesitating, Nanzhi had already held her steadily and was discussing with a group of kind-hearted old ladies whether to call an ambulance.

Even the busy fruit shop owner over there came over to check out the situation.

Qingqing, who was slightly absent-minded, suddenly came to his senses.

Looking at the chaotic scene, she wanted to stop it.

In a hurry, I habitually ordered:
"Need not!"

She emphasized her words.

He also suppressed everyone's actions with great momentum.

Except for Nanzhi.

Nanzhi seemed to be not very sensitive to the pressure from the superiors, so she naturally advised:
"If you feel uncomfortable, go to the hospital. You can't just hold on! Otherwise, shall I ask Fu Chao to come over?"

"Sorry, I'm a little impatient... but there's really no need, I just got a stitch in the side."

Qingqing softened his tone again.

The attitudes changed so quickly that the fruit shop owner and the old ladies didn't think too much about it and just kept chatting:

"It's okay if your heart only hurts for a while, but if it hurts frequently, you need to pay attention!"

"Yes, you must not be afraid of seeing a doctor. Older people should be careful!"

"This girl looks young, only in her 40s."

"Young people, when you are busy with work, you don't know how to rest, and many of you are suffering from sub-health!"

“…” Qing Qing was usually called “Mr. Qing” or “Ms. Qing”, but this was the first time someone affectionately called her “sister”.

It feels a bit weird, but not annoying.

She explained seriously:

"I'm not a young person. I'm in my 50s."

Qingqing's words caused a burst of exclamations.

No one believes that she is already over 50 years old this year.

Nanzhi, on the other hand, was still focusing on Qingqing's discomfort:
"Auntie, are you really okay?"

"It's really okay, don't worry."

Qingqing said with a firm tone.

Nanzhi had to give up persuading Qingqing and instead asked him to remember to go to the hospital.

Qingqing listened to her carefully before nodding.

"I will."

At this time...

"mom!"

Fu Chao's figure appeared at the door.

He was wearing a baseball cap and dressed very low-key.

But he was still recognized by the fruit shop owner and the old ladies.

It has nothing to do with the dressing style, but rather that these frequent customers nearby have basically heard that Nanjia Restaurant is where the production crew is recording a variety show, and one of the guests is Fu Chao.

Normally in the store, people don’t disturb each other for fear of affecting business.

But there is no one else around now, and given the Chinese people's nature of loving to join in the fun, how could they not ask for a group photo?

Fu Chao was immediately surrounded by people.

The overwhelming enthusiasm almost pushed his baseball cap off.

Fu Chao looked somewhat embarrassed and glanced anxiously in the direction of Qingqing.

Qingqing took a step back silently.

Fu Chao: ...

"Aunties, can we take it slow?"

Sweating profusely, he quickly spoke up to control the situation.

Fortunately, he was experienced and quickly recovered from his mess and gradually became calm.

The fruit shop owner was called away by Nanzhi halfway, weighed the fruits and paid the bill, and then happily squeezed back in.

Nanzhi sighed and was thinking about whether to just retreat outside the store...

"Shall we go outside?"

The person who proposed it was Qingqing.

Nanzhi was a little surprised, but nodded anyway.

The two walked out of the fruit shop one after the other.

At first, Fu Chao didn't notice it at all.

When he was gently and politely meeting the various requests of his elderly fans, he suddenly thought of Nanzhi——

They are both in the same circle, but he is the only one who is surrounded by others, while Nanzhi is ignored. She... must feel uncomfortable, right?
Fu Chao simply gave the guidance himself:
"Aunties, do you want to ask Boss Nan to come take a photo with us? She and I are colleagues."

The old lady who was closest and had the brightest smile refused without a second thought:
"That won't work."

Fu Chao: “Hmm?”

Then he heard the old ladies say:
"Boss Nan is so tired after a busy day, we can't disturb her!"

"That's it!"

"Boss Nan's hands are precious! What if we touch them?"

"..."

Fu Chao: ...

It turns out that the clown is actually himself!
Fu Chao looked at Nanzhi speechlessly, only to find that the place where she and her biological mother had originally stood was empty.

When he turned around, the two men were waiting for him outside the store.

Rather than saying I'm waiting, it's more like I'm an outsider watching a show.

Fu Chao: Good! Very good!

Nanzhi and Fu Chao looked at each other and hummed:
"He seems unhappy."

"fine."

Qingqing was very calm.

"Then I'll give him two apples later."

"One is enough."