Chapter 50 Black Lotus Best Actor’s Divine Mother50
As soon as he returned home, Shen Mo wanted to find a chance to escape.
Zhu Wen stopped him:
"Are you hungry? You didn't eat anything at the banquet just now."
Shen Mo shook his head decisively:
"No..."
Gululu.
His belly protested loudly.
Shen Mo's entire face turned red instantly.
"I...I..."
He was tongue-tied.
Zhu Wen didn't laugh at him, just touched his head and asked if he could have some wontons in clear soup.
Shen Mo: "Okay."
It's late and the chefs have already gone off work.
Feng Siyi was at home, but Zhu Wen was not an unscrupulous capitalist, and he couldn't afford to wake people up in the middle of the night to cook a bowl of wontons.
So Zhu Wen decided to take matters into his own hands.
Cooking...she wasn't good at it.
So she decisively decided to seek help from foreign aid——
‘Little 2! ’
Because of the miserable childhood of the little villain, 233, which held a handkerchief and cried all night, came online with full energy!
[Don’t worry, host! When we work together, we are sure to make an exquisite late-night snack! Heal your baby’s heart with delicious food! ! 】
Exquisite?
Can this describe food?
Zhu Wen is too lazy to complain about 233’s idiom proficiency, so he reminds me politely:
‘I’m just going to cook ravioli. ’
233 Shocked:
【What? Don’t we need to make chicken, beans, flowers, Buddha jumping over the wall, and boiled cabbage? I even searched for recipes! 】
The densely packed 10,000-word recipes were reflected on Zhu Wen's retina.
Zhu Wen: ‘...shut up. I want wontons! ’
233 said aggrievedly.
A recipe of ten thousand words suddenly shrank into a few dozen words.
The steps are very simple, because the wontons are made in advance by the chef and stored in the freezer.
So all Zhu Wen had to do was boil water, throw in the wontons, and make a soup base.
Not a big problem.
But Zhu Wen never expected that he would be stumped in the first step.
"The gas stove is broken?"
"Mom, open the safety valve."
Shen Mo suddenly interrupted.
Zhu Wen: "Safety valve?"
What is that?
Shen Mo stretched out his hand and pressed the button beside the stove.
Light blue flames suddenly burst out.
Zhu Wen touched his nose awkwardly.
"Puch."
Shen Mo smiled.
Zhu Wen was no longer embarrassed.
"What are you laughing at?"
She said confidently that it was normal not to understand such things!
Shen Mo shook his head, his eyes filled with broken stars:
"I just feel that my mother is different from what I imagined."
The sky that once hovered above his head and was called his father was distant and unfamiliar, gloomy and uncertain, sometimes violently windy and rainy, sometimes icy and snowy.
But now, the sky that is called mother instead is strong, gentle, and compassionate.
Occasionally... and a little clumsy.
But it was also because of this that Shen Mo could feel something called "popularity" from her.
In the end, Zhu Wen and Shen Mo worked together to cook two bowls of clear soup wontons. Shen Mo was in charge of directing and Zhu Wen was in charge of doing the cooking.
The crying 233 didn't come in much use.
On an exhausting night, it’s wonderful and enjoyable to have a bowl of wontons in clear soup.
The delicious soup flows down the esophagus, and even the fingertips become warm.
Zhu Wen used a spoon to fiddle with the chopped green onion in the soup noodles, and asked casually:
"Why didn't you tell me before?" Although he didn't say what it was about.
But Shen Mo can understand.
He was slightly stiff and speechless.
Zhu Wen didn't know how to talk to a 5-year-old child, so he could only try to use a brisk and nonchalant tone:
"Is it because you don't believe me?"
Snap.
Big tears rolled down from Shen Mo's eyes and fell into the hot soup.
Zhu Wen was a little panicked:
"Momo, what's wrong?"
She looked for tissues everywhere to help Shen Mo wipe her face.
As a result, Shen Mo slowly raised his little face and looked at her stubbornly:
"Why did mom leave me? Why didn't you come back to me sooner?"
Zhu Wen was greatly touched in his heart.
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Shen Mo didn't cry at the top of his lungs, he just shed tears silently:
"I've been looking for you, I've been looking, but I can't find you..."
This is not even an accusation.
But it made Zhu Wen extremely uncomfortable.
She directly pulled Shen Mo over, held him in her arms, and stroked his back:
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."
Shen Mo struggled at first because of shyness.
However, the warmth of Zhu Wen's arms soon surpassed everything.
Warm, fragrant, soft... it smells like mother.
It's like a soul that has nowhere to rest has finally been properly placed.
He shed more tears.
Zhu Wen lowered his eyes and thought.
"Mom."
His muffled voice came from Zhu Wen's arms, interrupting her thoughts,
"Can you take me with you when you leave next time?"
Zhu Wen was silent for a long time.
Just answered:
"...Okay."
Zhu Wen originally thought that it would be better not to tell her children some things.
Now it seems that being abandoned by his mother is the biggest trauma in Shen Mo's heart.
Zhu Wen had to explain in a low voice:
"Mo Mo, I have never abandoned you. There is another hidden story about what happened back then..."
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Shen family.
After everyone left, only Shen Xuecheng and Zhao Qin were left in the living room.
Shen Xuecheng smoked one cigarette after another, and the air was filled with smoke.
Except when the company faced financing difficulties, he has rarely experienced such times.
"People from the board of directors just called me a dozen times and asked me to provide a solution before tomorrow morning."
Shen Xuecheng put out the cigarette butt.
The name of the Shen family was Shen, but it never belonged to Shen Xuecheng alone.
The internal forces within the board of directors are complex. In the past, because Shen Xuecheng was good enough, Shen had the final say alone.
But when faced with a crisis, those crocodiles that used to smile and seem to have no temper would show their cold and pale fangs towards him. If he showed any weakness, he would be devoured.
Shen Xuecheng looked at Zhao Qin coldly:
"Tell me, what should I do?"
Zhao Qin wanted to laugh.
Laugh at Shen Xuecheng’s indifference;
Laugh at Shen Xuecheng’s hypocritical benevolence and righteousness;
Laughing even more at my stupidity and naivety over the years.
She sarcastically said:
"What should I do? Haven't you already thought of a solution? Now you have to pretend to be innocent White Lotus, let me open the door first, right?"
Shen Xuecheng's eyes gradually became dangerous:
"Zhao Qin, remember, you did it in the first place, you just paid the corresponding price!"
"Then you, Shen Xuecheng, don't have to pay the price? You are his biological father!"
"I didn't know."
"It's good to deceive others, but don't deceive yourself! You don't know? Then why are the Internet scolding you? Why does the company's board of directors want you to give an explanation?"
"Zhao Qin!"
Seeing Shen Xuecheng's furious expression, Zhao Qin couldn't help but laugh so hard that tears came out.
"What? Are you going to deal with me the same way you dealt with Zhu Wen? Threatening, pretending to be a ghost, finding someone to follow...torture her until she becomes mentally weak and can barely go out...Aren't these all your Shen Xuecheng's usual tricks?"
(End of chapter)