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

Chapter 20 Three-Ding Buns
The series of movements of making stuffing and kneading dough were so smooth and flowing that even though the audience had prepared themselves mentally in advance, they were still stunned.

Some were envious, some were questioning, some were surprised and impressed, some were extremely disdainful...the debate continued in the comments.

Nanzhi was not affected at all.

Her movements were neither hurried nor slow, full of leisurely rhythm.

Take out the bamboo steamer that I borrowed from next door earlier, and steam the three-diced buns and diced meat buns separately.

The first to come out of the oven is the Sanding Buns, which have a white and soft dough and a light and pure aroma.

After Nanzhi nodded in agreement, Nan Yi scooped up a bun from a small bowl and quickly lowered his head to take a bite.

The dough is soft and tough. Once broken, the boiling and abundant soup splashes out, and the tightly locked aroma collides with the air, gradually spreading and the fragrance spreads for miles.

The ultimate deliciousness hit Nan Yi's taste buds and made him open his eyes wide, as if he couldn't believe that there was such a wonderful delicacy in the world!
Afterwards, the diced meat buns were also out of the pot. Nan Yi loved them so much that he grabbed one in each hand and ate until his mouth was full of oil.

——It’s like a live eating show!

I don't know when the comments stopped arguing:
【I was drooling when I saw this. 】

[As smart as I am, I have already ordered takeout in advance. 】

[I reiterate for the Nth time, this is not a kids show, it’s a food show! ]

[Oh my god, when can I eat this kind of cooking! ]

……

Nanzhi watched Nanyi eat with a smile.

Apart from the occasional reminder to "eat slowly", we didn't say much.

After being stared at for a long time, Nan Yi felt a little uncomfortable.

He asked hesitantly and awkwardly:
"You...don't want to eat?"

"Wait a minute. I'll take the buns to the next door first."

Nanzhi said this as she put half of the three-diced buns and the diced meat steamed buns into the lunch box.

Nan Yi stood there in a daze, and anyone could see that he was in pain.

Nanzhi thought he would protect his food and stop him.

In the end, he actually endured it.

He just tried hard to look away and stuffed the remaining bun in his hand into his mouth. His little face puffed up and down like a breathing bun, looking both pitiful and cute.

Nanzhi was so happy that her laughter was as clear as a mountain stream.

Nan Yi seemed to sense that Nan Zhi was making fun of him, and he immediately straightened his back and pretended to be a cold and indifferent adult.

Little did she know that her chubby cheeks had already betrayed her.

In order to save her son's face, Nanzhi restrained her laughter and prepared to go out to the neighbor's aunt's house next door.

Nan Yi didn't even think about it, his face was puffy, and he was cold and obedient:

"I want to come together."

"Ah."

Nanzhi took his hand and went out together.

The aunt's surname is Qian. She came to Yanjing to work with her husband in her early years and has lived in this shantytown for more than 30 years.

The aunt is not poor. She owns the house in the shantytown. With years of hard work in Yanjing, she has built a new house in her hometown and bought a house for her daughter in another first-tier city.

Aunt Qian and her husband had no relatives or friends in Yanjing, and their daily lives were monotonous. It was rare for them to meet someone as sociable as Nanzhi and Nanyi, so they treated them with extra kindness.

Nanzhi just arrived two days ago. Thanks to this rapport, I was able to get through the most difficult period. Now of course I have to return the favor.

Aunt Qian was very surprised at Nanzhi's arrival and insisted on inviting the mother and son to eat together.

He also called his old man back from the small supermarket.

The four of them sat around the small square table in the yard, having a great time, as if they were a family.

Nanzhi put out the steaming hot pastries:
"It's a steamed bun with diced meat..."

Aunt Qian, who was already half a Yanjing native, nodded continuously:

"Yes, it smells authentic! Xiaonan, you are really good at cooking!"

"… and three-cup steamed buns."

The second half of Nanzhi's sentence made the old couple stunned. Nanzhi's eyes were full of sincerity, and his voice was as gentle as flowing water:
"From the lady's accent, she must be from Jiangnan. I wonder if these three-diced buns are to your taste."

Aunt Qian, who is always forthright and capable, actually stuttered when she spoke:

"Xiao, Xiaonan, you are too attentive!"

Uncle Li was also frightened and said no.

They are rarely appreciated like this, so they feel even more flattered.

Nanzhi smiled without saying anything and just pushed the plate forward.

The old couple were filled with emotion and joy, and each picked up a three-piece bun with chopsticks and put it into their mouths.

At that moment, their souls were struck.

Memories that I thought had been numbed by life began to become vivid and alive again.

The scent of hometown keeps coming out from corners and cracks, and finally converges into the taste on the tip of the tongue.

The emotional Aunt Qian immediately burst into tears.

Uncle Li was a little reserved, but his eyes also turned red.

Nanzhi was frightened and asked hurriedly:
“Does it taste wrong?”

Aunt Qian shook her head, smiling with tears in her eyes:

"It's nothing. I just miss home."

After a pause, he chewed the dough in his mouth carefully, choking a little.

"It's delicious, it tastes exactly the same as what I used to eat at home."

Nanzhi stared in a daze at Aunt Qian's seemingly cheerful but weather-beaten face.

Aunt Qian was already immersed in her memories. She told Nanzhi about her hometown and the first time she went to the city as a teenager, when she ate the most delicious three-diced steamed buns in a state-owned restaurant.

"…But now, I think your Sanding Buns, Xiaonan, are even better than those from that state-owned restaurant!"

Uncle Li nodded silently.

For the old couple, this is not just Sanding buns, but also their homesickness for more than 30 years.

Nanzhi's memories were floating around, and she seemed to remember that small town, that courtyard, and that old man...

"When I woke up in the morning, the sun was already high. I felt my heart was in a turmoil. I took a walk in the teahouse. There were mixed dried shredded vegetables, flavored cakes, crab shell yellow, thousand-layer cakes, jade-colored dumplings, and three-piece buns. There were clear soup noodles, crispy fire-baked buns, and the aroma of Longjing tea..."

Aunt Qian suddenly began to hum an old Jiangnan folk song in a soft voice, her voice sounding melodious and lingering.

Uncle Li put down his chopsticks and his smile smoothed out all the wrinkles on his face.

Nanzhi supported her chin and tapped the table with her knuckles in rhythm.

Nan Yi's face was cold, but his calves were shaking gently under the table with pleasure.

It is slightly chilly in early spring, but the sun is shining brightly.

The jujube tree in the yard rustled in the wind.

The camera switches to a drone, shooting from an aerial perspective.

This beautiful scene like a spring day was also recorded in full.

【After working away from home for many years, I suddenly feel a little homesick. 】

[If nothing else, Nanzhi was very sincere. When the old couple next door heard that she had cooked the local delicacies, they were obviously stunned. ]

[I have indeed changed my opinion of Nanzhi. I originally thought she was just taking advantage of her neighbors, and I felt a little disgusted.]

[She is really considerate. I would be so moved that I would cry.]

[No way, you guys believe the script? ]

[I have eyes, okay? If Nanzhi's acting skills were this good, she wouldn't be scolded in the entertainment industry until today. ]

[…Pfft, I burst out laughing. I actually think what he said makes a lot of sense!]

[I also accepted the script. At least I was really moved and pleased.]

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(End of this chapter)