Male God is Chasing My Brother[Entertainment] (男神都在追我哥[娱乐圈])

Chapter 19 - Warm and Cold

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Translated by: jiejie

Editor: Qiaone

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An Xumo was quietly eating fried rice. Zhang Zhiwei, who had finished chatting with Yan Xiangyan, turned around and saw him. He smiled and asked, "Is it good?"

An Xumo didn't know why Zhang Zhiwei had asked him alone, but he nodded his head honestly and replied, "Delicious. Thank you, Teacher Zhang."

Zhang Zhiwei had previously asked him to call him Uncle Zhang off-cam because he was in the same generation as An Xumo's mother. But in front of the camera, Han Ming and the others called him "Brother Zhiwei" since An Xumo having to call him Uncle Zhang would appear a generation shorter. Zhang Zhiwei had specifically instructed him that it was fine to call him Teacher Zhang in front of the camera.

Zhang Zhiwei sighed lightly and said, "Do you guys know who I learned this fried rice from?"

Naturally, the others didn't know but An Xumo had an inkling feeling that there was a reason for him to bring this up alone. Sure enough, Zhang Zhiwei said, "This is something I learned from Xiao Mo's mother."

"Back then, our family's conditions weren't good. A situation that none of you, young people may have experienced, but Xiangyan should know that at that time, the tuition fees for college were hard to come by, not to mention the living expenses. It was only later when I was able to take jobs at school to earn some extra money that things got a little better." Zhang Zhiwei's voice was laden with emotion.

"When I was in my first year of college, my senior sister was our teaching assistant. I was one of the worst in our class. There was a time when something went wrong at home and the living expenses didn't come in. I couldn't afford to order food in the dining hall. I just needed a steamed bun and ate the big packets of pickles from the canteen. After a long time, my senior sister found out and said it wasn't good enough to eat this way. Thus, she gave me and another female student with extremely poor conditions, a big box of fried rice for the two of us."

Zhang Zhiwei slowly told the story, attracting the attention of several people nearby.

"Sister's condition wasn't good either but she was skillful. Not only did she give us a stir-fry full of rice, but she also gave us two jars full of pickled vegetables and the salty sauce she made. It was those two jars of side dishes that got me through my worse days. Ai, I still sigh when I think about it. Telling you, young people about this feels like telling a story, but it was actually something we experienced at that time."

"Yes," Yan Xiangyan placed some shrimp and eggs into the bowl, "I was a little better off than Zhiwei back then, but it wasn't much different. Now that the conditions are better, let alone young people, even when thinking about it ourselves, it feels like those days were like a dream. One moment it feels far away and another moment it feels like it just happened yesterday."

Zhang Zhiwei smiled and patted An Xumo's shoulder, "Xiao Mo, is the taste a little similar to what your mother made?"

An Xumo smiled but his chest felt a bit stuffy and his stomach was empty as if everything he had just eaten disappeared. The ferocious sense of hunger struck him as hard as the morning rain that landed on the shore. He was so hungry that he didn't dare to stare directly at Zhou Jinchen. He could only whisper, "En, it's delicious." He mulled over and picked up the rice.