Real Missy Relies on Food to Counterattack Chapter 102 (End)
Translated by Serena Love
Edited by Azure
Chapter 102: Bonus Chapter 2
The director was put in an awkward position. "Child, why are you watering the field?"
"Because this is my vegetable plot."
"Where are your parents?"
Shen Naitang sighed. "Mom goes to work. Dad doesn't have a job, so he accompanies mom."
The director thought nowadays families are not too easy; the mother had to support a home while the father ate soft rice.
(TL: eating soft rice has a negative connotation: it means a man who is supported financially by a woman, other than his own mother.)
"Who asked you to grow vegetables here?" the director asked again.
Shen Naitang said, "It was my mother. As long as I can grow small tomatoes, my parents and I won't be without food."
"Why?"
"Because when my mother is old, we can't grow vegetables anymore. My father can't make money. Without money, there will be no food. They can only rely on me to grow vegetables." Shen Naitang said solemnly.
The director and cameraman sighed with emotion. 'So sad! The children of the poor grow up early!'
A bodyguard in the dark asked, "Are there any problems with those strangers? Do you want me to go there and check it?"
The bodyguard leader said, "No, that's a director who shoots TV series. Let's just take a look."
The director looked at the girl holding a shovel. The small bucket at the little girl's feet was almost out of water.
"Let me pick up the water for you. You can't carry it." Don't look at the small size of the bucket. Itwais still very difficult for a child with thin arms and legs to carry this much water.
Shen Naitang shook her head slowly. "Thank you, uncle. But my father said that I have to do my own thing. I can collect water."
Then, Shen Naitang picked up the bucket and walked to the faucet outside the hut.
The director motioned to the photographer to keep up. He thought this little doll was so interesting. It would not be too childish to put it in his documentary.
The director walked over and said, "Child, you can pick up half a bucket. You can't carry too much."
Shen Naitang said earnestly, "I can."
The director laughed. This little doll was quite capable.
However, when he saw the little girl lift up a bucket full of water with ease, his expression was stunned.
This was a Hercules. He dared to believe that she was a hidden king.
The director became more interested in her.
"My little friend, can your uncle eat this little tomato when it grows up?"
Shen Naitang showed a shallow dimple when she smiled. "Yes."
"There are two ripe ones over there." The photographer pointed to the other side of the vegetable field. There were two red tomatoes.
Shen Naitang stood up quickly and asked anxiously, "Uncle, where are they?"
After seeing the direction the photographer was pointing, she ran over to that side. It turned out that two of the tomatoes were already red, but she didn't find them until just now.
Great. She did it!
The director asked, "Then can you give these two tomatoes for uncle to taste?"
Shen Naitang's eyebrows curled up, and after thinking about it for a while, she said, "Sorry, uncle, I promised my mother. The first tomato I planted should be given to her. She will eat with my dad."
However, seeing this uncle's disappointed look, Shen Naitang anxiously added, "But, uncle, if you come back in two days, I will treat you to eat tomatoes."
The director just made a joke and teased her, "Really?"
Shen Naitang's round ball eyes were full of seriousness. "Toffee never deceives."
'So good, so cute!'
The director smiled. "So your name is Toffee."
This name was a bit familiar.
The photographer reminded him in a low voice, "Tang Qiaoqiao's daughter's nickname seems to be Toffee."
Yes, although Tang Qiaoqiao never took her daughter out, she revealed to the public that her daughter's nickname was Toffee.
The director was shocked. "What is your surname?"
Shen Naitang: "My surname is Shen."
"Shen Yue is your father?" The director asked tentatively.
"Uncle knows my father?"
'Fuck, she really is Tang Qiaoqiao and Shen Yue's daughter.'
The child he thought was a poor child from a poor family was the little owner of this farm? It's no wonder that she was so strong at a young age. It turned out that she inherited her mother's strength.
Then what's with her sense of crisis that her family was about to drink northwest wind?
The director had a complicated look. He originally planned to find the child's parents and ask them to agree to her appearance in his documentary. This was probably difficult.
Shen Naitang didn't know the director's entanglement. She stared at the red tomato and smiled.
At night, when Shen Yue and Tang Qiaoqiao returned home, Shen Naitang rushed over with two tomatoes.
"Dad, mom, look. The little tomato I planted is red."
Shen Yue picked up his daughter, rubbed her nose, and praised, "Wow, my baby really planted it?"
Shen Naitang was praised. She flushed and chuckled.
"You guys, have a taste. I have washed them all."
On the sofa, Shen Yue and Tang Qiaoqiao were sitting on both sides of their daughter, holding a small red tomato in their hands.
Shen Naitang looked forward to it. "You guys, eat it quickly."
Shen Yue took a big bite and couldn't help but praise, "It's delicious, sweet and sour. Our Toffee is awesome."
Shen Naitang smiled. She turned around and looked at her mother, suddenly becoming nervous.
Because her mother was a vegetable growing grandmaster. Only with her approval could she pass the test and get another vegetable plot.
Tang Qiaoqiao looked at the tomatoes seriously, then took a small bite and savored it carefully.
"Too dry, not enough juice."
Shen Naitang's small face immediately drooped. The little bit of wild hair on top of her head wilted.
Shen Yue couldn't bear to see her so sad. "Don't be so strict. Toffee is already very good." Because Shen Yue was too doting on his daughter, Tang Qiaoqiao wanted to be a strict mother.
Tang Qiaoqiao glanced at her daughter and said with a smile, "However, the sweetness is just right."
Shen Naitang straightened her back and cheered up as soon as she heard it.
Tang Qiaoqiao: "Keep working hard. I can unlock another plot for you."
"Okay!"
Shen Naitang was excited until her ears turned red and high-fived Shen Yue.
After eating tomatoes in two bites, Tang Qiaoqiao asked her daughter, "Toffee, mom will ask you something. Do you want to be on TV?"
The director of "The Delicacy of Walking" contacted her and talked about what happened in the afternoon. He asked her if she would agree if Little Toffee appeared in his documentary. If it didn’t work, he would delete all the videos taken in the afternoon.
Tang Qiaoqiao and Shen Yue wanted to protect their daughter, so they didn't take her out. But now their daughter was over three years old and had her own thoughts. Maybe they should ask her opinion.
Shen Naitang pointed to the TV. "I will appear on TV, like my mother?"
Tang Qiaoqiao nodded. "Yes."
Shen Naitang twisted her little finger and asked, "Will many people know me when I'm on TV?
"Yes, just like your mother has many fans." Shen Yue said softly.
Shen Naitang's eyes are bright. "The toffee is willing to go."
If more people knew her, perhaps more people would come to her farm to buy vegetables so she could earn a lot of money.
Tang Qiaoqiao reminded her, "However, there may be people who might not like Toffee."
Shen Naitang said firmly, "Toffee is not afraid. People who don't like me, Toffee will ignore them."
Tang Qiaoqiao and Shen Yue smiled at each other. This daughter was silly and cute, but she was also telling the truth. It was fine to ignore those who didn’t like her.
The couple once again explained to their daughter what it meant to be on TV, but Toffee was still willing. So Tang Qiaoqiao called the director and agreed to let her daughter appear in the documentary, but she had to go through it before it was released.
A week later, the director sent samples of the latest issue of the documentary to Tang Qiaoqiao. The family of three sat in front of the TV to watch.
Most of the previous section is about the farm, which was beautiful and poetic. In the middle, little Toffee appeared.
When Shen Naitang saw herself appearing on the TV, her face was full of surprise. Then she dragged her small stool to the TV to watch it up close.
When Tang Qiaoqiao and Shen Yue saw their daughter on the screen, they were deeply moved.
However, after hearing the words "Dad doesn't have a job," "Dad can't make money," "When mom is old, we will starve to death if we don't have money," and so on that came out of Toffee's mouth, the couple's relieved smile froze.
Especially Shen Yue, whose expression cracked.
My God, what image did he have in the heart of his daughter?
Shen Yue hugged Shen Naitang on her lap and asked carefully, "Toffee, you tell Dad. Why did you say that Dad doesn't work?"
Shen Naitang patted Shen Yue's head and comforted him. "Dad, although you don't have a job and you don't earn money to eat my mother's soft rice, I will not dislike you. When I grow up, I can grow more vegetables. When I earn money, I can support you."
'Eat soft rice?'
'Critical Hit!'
Tang Qiaoqiao laughed until she trembled. She fell directly from the sofa.
Shen Yue muttered to himself in disbelief, "I eat soft rice?"
He was the president of a dignified publicly-listed group, who recently appeared on the cover of Caijing Weekly as the most successful young talent in entrepreneurship. He became a man who ate soft rice?
Shen Naitang said with a serious face, "Mom works very hard in filming. You run behind my mother every day. The little fat guy next door says this is just eating soft rice."
'The little fat guy next door?'
Good thing. This stinky boy would not be allowed to contact his daughter in the future. Shen Yue secretly cherished his grudges.
Tang Qiaoqiao burst into tears when the father and daughter talked. Shen Naitang turned her face and said to her, "Mom, don't cry. When you, an old pearl, turn yellow, I will grow vegetables to raise you if you don't have any more films."
Tang Qiaoqiao: '... I'm an old pearl who will turn yellow?'
She was like a radiant flower at twenty-eight. Who was old and yellow?
This time it was Shen Yue's turn to hold back a smile.
Tang Qiaoqiao's mouth twitched. "Is it the little fatty next door who said it as well?"
Shen Naitang nodded.
Okay, the little fat guy next door had completely entered the Shen family's blacklisted friends.
Afterward, Shen Yue took a long time to explain to his daughter that he was not eating soft rice but that he loved her mother, so he always followed her everywhere.
But Little Toffee didn't seem to believe it very much. She always felt that her old father was just comforting her.
Shen Yue was very aggrieved.
It didn't take long for the documentary "The Delicacy of Walking" to be aired, and Shen Naitang's speeches were kept. Tang Qiaoqiao thought that her daughter's childish speech was quite interesting. When she grew up in the future, she would look back at this dark history, and who knows what it would be like.
Tang Qiaoqiao and Shen Yue's daughter made their first appearance on TV and caused a great sensation on the Internet.
Shen Naitang's cute and loving look was too adorable. Many netizens left messages to form a group to "steal Toffee!"
After hearing her remarks about her mom and dad, they laughed until they rolled on the ground. It became the most popular online phrase at the time.
The small plot of land Shen Naitang planted on the farm had also become a popular spot for netizens to check-in.
Later, Tang Qiaoqiao had to find another place for Shen Naitang to grow vegetables.
One afternoon, the family of three wore identical parent-child outfits of bibs and straw hats and got busy on the farm.
Tang Qiaoqiao pointed to a big yellow pumpkin and said, "Toffee, how can this pumpkin be eaten?"
Shen Naitang seriously replied, "We can make fried pumpkin pie with red bean paste in it, soft and sweet, and delicious."
"Anything else?" Tang Qiaoqiao tempted her.
"We can..." Shen Naitang recalled carefully, "make pumpkin cream soup."
Tang Qiaoqiao smiled and said, "An excellent answer."
Shen Naitang immediately said, "We can also make pumpkin lanterns."
"Great." Tang Qiaoqiao gave her a thumbs up.
The corners of Shen Naitang's mouth were raised high.
"Then we'll pick this pumpkin. We will go back to deep-fry it for you to eat sweet pumpkin pie at night."
Tang Qiaoqiao picked off a big pumpkin and threw it to the person behind her. "Next."
Shen Yue took a breath and resigned to his fate. He took the pumpkin and put it in his back basket.
The mother and daughter picked vegetables in the front, and he worked as a porter in the back. The big back baskets on his back were already full.
Shen Naitang looked at her father's sad appearance, clenched her small fist, and encouraged him, "Go on, Dad."
Tang Qiaoqiao said unkindly, "My husband, work hard. Try to get rid of the image of eating soft rice."
After that, she led her daughter to walk forward happily.
Shen Yue: ...
Forget it. Good men don't fight women.
What's more, they were the two women he loved most in the world.
(The End)
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