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

Chapter 577 Lard Bibimbap
Perhaps being sick makes people vulnerable.

Before, Anan always forced himself to be calm and composed like an adult, and never showed his childish and ignorant side in front of Nanzhi.

But now, he rarely acted like a spoiled child to Nanzhi.

Nanzhi asked him if he wanted some fish soup.

He frowned and said decisively:

"No."

Nanzhi was surprised.

Because Anan would hardly refuse her.

This made Nanzhi lean forward and look at him with concern:

"Why? Don't you like it?"

Anan frowned like a little bitter gourd:

"I've been eating fish for two days..."

He drawled, his tone soft.

Nanzhi couldn't help laughing:

"Okay, I know. I don't eat fish."

After a pause, he asked in a gentle voice,

"Then Anan, is there anything you want to eat?"

Anan didn't answer.

He stared at Nanzhi's face in a daze.

The dim light above her head gave Nanzhi's face a light golden glow, which was warm and cozy.

Anan's vision suddenly became blurry, and he recalled what happened many, many years ago -

At that time, he was in primary school.

The variety show money theft incident has already happened, and he is being treated hostilely at school, with almost no one willing to be friends with him.

Why “almost”?
Because there was a fool who had poor academic performance and was a little slow in reaction, he was maliciously nicknamed "mentally retarded" by other classmates.

Only he, because he didn't understand those variety shows and rumors, he just sat behind Anan, so they had a good relationship. He always claimed to be Anan's friend and took the initiative to invite Anan to his home for dinner.

Anan was reluctant to accept it at first, fearing that he would suddenly change his attitude like others, so his attitude was always cold.

Unable to withstand the other party's nagging, he even brought up his own mother.

He said: "My mother is very good at making lard rice! It's delicious!"

Those two words touched the orphan Anan.

Anan finally couldn't resist and nodded.

Anan followed that friend to his home and met his mother. She was just like he had imagined, with a gentle temper, soft words, and always with a faint smile on her face.

She was particularly happy about Anan's arrival and offered to make lard rice for him.

It is very simple to make lard rice. Just scoop a few spoonfuls of lard on the freshly steamed rice, drizzle some soy sauce, and sprinkle with chopped green onions.

Anan watched her busy in the kitchen without blinking.

The hot rice was almost overflowing from the small celadon bowl.

The snow-white lard is placed on the rice. The hot steam from the rice melts the lard, emitting a rich aroma of fat.

Add a little soy sauce so that each grain of rice is coated with oil, contrasting with the fresh green onions.

In Anan’s eyes at that time, a bowl of rice like that was simply the best delicacy in the world!

Unfortunately, Anan didn’t get to eat it in the end.

Because just when Anan, his friend and his friend's mother sat down around the table and prepared to start eating.

My friend's father came back and recognized him at a glance.

"Why are you playing with this guy? Send him back!"

Anan left his friend's house sadly.

Later on, friends were no longer friends.

Just as Anan had feared countless times.

The next day, the friend terrifiedly repeated the story to him:

'My father said you are a bad kid, he doesn't want me to play with you...'

Anan didn't blame him.

It’s just a pity that I didn’t get to eat the bowl of rice with lard.

……

"I want to eat... rice with lard..."

Without Anan noticing, his inner fragility and desire were revealed inadvertently.

Nanzhi thought she had heard wrongly:
"What? Rice with lard?"

Anan came back to his senses from a trance.

He remembered that he was recording a variety show on an island and how harsh the surrounding environment was, and he suddenly felt extremely annoyed!

"No... no, no, I was just talking casually!" Anan was frightened and completely sober.

Nanzhi seemed to be thinking about something.

Seeing this, Anan repeated anxiously:
"I was just saying that! Besides, the lard rice and other things can wait until we leave the island. We can eat them anytime!"

Seeing that he was so nervous that he was about to sit up, Nanzhi quickly pushed Anan back into the quilt and tucked in the corners of the quilt.

"Okay, I understand. Have a good rest."

Anan grasped the corner of the quilt nervously:

"You're not going to make rice with lard, are you?"

Nanzhi burst out laughing:

"We are on an island, where can we get lard and rice? But don't worry, as soon as we leave the island, mom will take you to eat lard rice!"

Only then did Anan feel relieved.

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The power of the cold medicine came like a tide.

His eyelids began to grow heavy and droopy...

"Okay... let's go eat there later..."

He whispered softly.

Until the sound disappears.

Nanzhi stared at his little face for a long time.

After making sure that Anan was fast asleep, she got up and walked out.

Fu Chao and Qing Xi were squatting in the corridor, bored.

Perhaps because they were concerned about Anan's condition, they were too lazy to do anything.

Hearing the creaking sound of Nanzhi's footsteps on the floor, the uncle and nephew turned back in surprise.

"How is brother Yi Yi?"

"Ah...is he feeling better?"

Facing two anxious faces, Nanzhi remained calm.

She first touched Qingxi's head:

"Xiaoxi, can you please do your aunt a favor?"

Children love to help out and have a strong sense of mission!

As expected, Qingxi patted his chest:

“Don’t worry… cough cough cough… just leave it to me!”

He clapped his hands so hard that he nearly choked on his saliva!
Nanzhi was amused by him and couldn't help pinching the tip of his nose:

"Then can you help your aunt look after your brother?"

Qingxi gave a non-standard salute:
"As you command, sir!"

Nanzhi then gave a few more instructions.

Qingxi listened carefully, accepted the task, and stepped into the room aggressively.

Fu Chao was particularly worried.

But he just watched Qingxi enter the house and didn't follow him.

Then he asked:

"Do you have any plans?"

Nanzhi nodded and then told Anan that he wanted to eat rice with lard.

"Lard rice?"

Fu Chao’s eyebrows were almost knotted!
Obviously, he also felt that lard and rice were not so easy to get.

Fu Chao hesitated:

"How about... ask the production team for it? They should at least take some responsibility if the child is sick!"

Nanzhi shook his head:

“What if the audience accuses us of breaking the rules?”

She didn't want Anan to be scolded, even with just a few words.

Fu Chao scratched his face and had to admit that Nanzhi’s worries were justified.

The brother and sister fell into deep thought.

[There is seafood everywhere on this island, but it is so hard to find lard and rice! ]

[The kid just wanted to eat some rice with lard, so what's wrong with asking the program team to open a small backdoor? ]

[That’s right, isn’t this a special case? ]

[Fear of audience criticism... This reason is very real. 】

[Who dares to scold? Who dares to scold? ]

[Hey, isn't that the one in front of you? ]