PFC Chapter 553 A smile crept up his lips, and he chuckled softly.
Chapter 553 A smile crept up his lips, and he chuckled softly.
It must be said that Wen Tingye is indeed talented in cooking.
What seemed like an ordinary bowl of brown sugar glutinous rice balls was cooked by Wen Tingye until they were soft, chewy, and flavorful. When you bit into them, the glutinous rice would release sugar water, and after they exploded in your mouth, Ning Yao's taste buds were almost completely filled with the sweet taste.
When Ning Yao had eaten about a third of the food, her phone rang. It was Cui Mengmeng calling.
The young woman glanced lazily at her phone screen, put down her spoon, picked up the phone, and answered it.
"Mengmeng, what's wrong?" She's calling at this hour; it can't be just for casual conversation.
They only chat casually in WeChat groups, maybe sending a couple of voice messages, and they can reply whenever they want; it doesn't matter.
"I'm calling to remind you not to forget the variety show tomorrow. You should remember, right? I spoke to you on the phone the day before yesterday and reminded you to pack your bags for the show, since you'll be staying for several days." Cui Mengmeng spoke very quickly on the other end of the phone.
Ning Yao's heart skipped a beat when she heard Cui Mengmeng's words.
She had completely forgotten about the variety show. When Cui Mengmeng reminded her via WeChat, she glanced at it and then went to do her own thing.
At that time, she was preoccupied with assembling her race car and had no time to think about anything else.
This variety show was booked a long time ago. After the previous drama was finished, the person in charge of the production team called Cui Mengmeng several times, showing great sincerity.
Ning Yao originally didn't want to participate in such boring variety shows, thinking that appearing on variety shows wouldn't improve her acting skills, and simply increasing her popularity and exposure was meaningless.
Ultimately, Ning Yao couldn't resist the sincerity of the program's director and agreed after the director visited her three times.
Since she had agreed, she would definitely go. Ning Yao always kept her word; she either didn't agree or she would definitely do it and do it well.
"I understand. I'll pack my things in a bit. There's nothing special I need to bring anyway. Come over early and pick me up on your way. I don't want to drive tomorrow, so you can take a taxi. I'll reimburse you for the fare," Ning Yao said.
"That's settled then. See you tomorrow. Message me if you need anything." With that, Cui Mengmeng happily hung up the phone.
Ning Yao held her phone, sighed deeply, and showed a helpless expression on her face.
"Where are we going tomorrow?" Wen Tingye scooped up a spoonful of brown sugar water and held it to Ning Yao's lips, watching her drink it.
Brown sugar water loses its effectiveness once it cools down, so it's best to finish it as soon as possible. He didn't make much, so it shouldn't make her feel too full.
Ning Yao was not very familiar with Wen Tingye feeding her the small meatballs, so she slightly opened her red lips and took them without any hesitation.
After chewing and swallowing the small meatball in her mouth, Ning Yao answered Wen Tingye's question and briefly explained that she was going to participate in a variety show.
It's strange, actually. When she was in good health, she didn't seem to have so many problems coming her way.
She's currently in a weakened state, and yet all sorts of problems seem to be deliberately making things difficult for her.
"I'll cancel it. I'll have someone send the penalty fee to them tomorrow." Wen Tingye certainly didn't want to see Ning Yao overworked. As for this kind of trivial variety show, it wouldn't matter whether she went or not, and it wouldn't affect Ning Yao.
However, Wen Tingye was also quite curious. Based on his understanding of Ning Yao, he thought she wouldn't participate in this kind of variety show.
Because this show isn't about extreme racing or intense sports; it's just a slow-paced variety show about farming and enjoying life.
This kind of variety show is simply not to Ning Yao's liking.
"No, I've already agreed, I have to go. The person in charge has come to my door many times, and the young lady's attitude is very sincere."
Ning Yao shook her head; of course, she disagreed with Wen Tingye's decision to cancel the announcement.
Another reason she agreed to the show was that the young woman in charge looked somewhat like her Si Si. For some reason, looking at that face reminded Ning Yao of Si Si, and her heart softened instantly. She felt that it wasn't easy for a young woman to work.
Wen Tingye stopped talking, but put down his spoon, which made a crisp sound as it collided with the porcelain bowl.
The man stood up and walked out, showing no intention of speaking to Ning Yao; he seemed to be angry.
Ning Yao quickly said, "Are you angry? Listen to me, I have to go on that show. If it were any other show, I could just turn it down, but I'd feel bad if I turned it down."
After Ning Yao finished explaining, she thought Wen Tingye would stop, but to her surprise, the man still lifted his leg and walked out.
"Wen Tingye, you..." Ning Yao was anxious. After standing up, she felt a surge of blood and qi, and her body reacted, making her dizzy.
A pair of large hands steadily supported the young woman's waist, the palms burning hot.
"What's the rush? I'm just going to pack your luggage." The man's deep, magnetic voice carried a hint of amusement, and the corners of his lips curled up as if he was amused by Ning Yao's nervousness.
"Huh?" Ning Yao seemed to be a beat slow to react, only now realizing what Wen Tingye meant.
He agreed to let her participate in the variety show, and he even personally packed her things.
How much of my stuff could you possibly have here?
"You haven't seen it before?" The man chuckled, his gaze burning as he looked at Ning Yao.
Ning Yao quickly searched her mind for anything in the villa that reminded her of herself, and then she remembered.
Indeed, Wen Tingye bought her a lot of clothes, bags, shoes, and jewelry; he gave her everything she should have, and even things she shouldn't have.
What she supposedly shouldn't have were her underwear and bra.
She didn't know how Wen Tingye knew her size, but he bought many different colors and styles of underwear, all in sets.
"I can tidy up myself. With you taking such good care of me, I feel like a useless piece of trash." Ning Yao broke free from Wen Tingye's hand, took a step forward, and fled towards the walk-in closet next to the bedroom.
Wen Tingye always treated her like a child. He was worried that she would get cold when it was cold, or that she wouldn't eat well when she was hungry. Whenever she was slightly unwell, Wen Tingye would be just as anxious as the men waiting outside the delivery room for their wives to give birth.
As Ning Yao walked, she imagined Wen Tingye waiting outside the delivery room and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
If he heard his own screams, he would probably tear the hospital down on the spot. The pressure of Mrs. Wen giving birth in the delivery room, with Mr. Wen personally waiting outside, is enough to make those gynecologists go bald.
The lights in the walk-in closet are dazzling but not glaring, and clothes of every style and brand are hung in the cabinet doors in a categorized manner.
These items are all expensive luxury goods. Wen Tingye would regularly arrange for someone to come to his home to maintain them. Every piece of clothing, jewelry, shoe, and bag was taken very well and had no wrinkles.
Ning Yao happily reached out and started picking out the clothes she would wear on the show from the closet, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
No woman dislikes clothes, shoes, bags, and jewelry, and Ning Yao is no exception, especially since these items are limited editions. Many of them are unavailable in China, and overseas, you have to enter a lottery and queue up to buy them in person.
Humming a little tune, the young woman took out one dress after another, held them up against her body, and looked at herself in the mirror, quite satisfied.
Whether it was psychological or not, after eating the brown sugar glutinous rice balls that Wen Tingye had personally cooked, Ning Yao no longer felt any back pain. She was now lively and energetic, without any discomfort whatsoever.
Ning Yao pretended to jump twice, her movements looking clumsy, like a round little hamster that had become sentient and was wriggling around.
"It's amazing, the brown sugar balls this man made are quite effective..." Ning Yao muttered to herself.
She was so focused on grabbing her things that she didn't notice what was behind her.
The aloof and dignified man leaned casually against the door. Seeing her so lively, he couldn't help but smile and chuckle.