Chapter 21 In the Fu Consortiums Eyes Theres Only

He just doesn’t like drawing, so he never learned it; that’s all. If he had learned, his artwork would definitely have been incredible. “You need to cook the meals yourself. Without any external help, complete this task with your own hands to improve parent-child relations.” The show’s crew was clearly up to something. They had seen that in this top-tier wealthy family, there were so many servants; they guessed that cooking was definitely not something they would do themselves. So, they deliberately made that suggestion. After all, novices tend to create the most buzz! “What?!” Little Momo’s eyes widened in shock. “Can’t you do it?” a person from the crew asked in return. This… The camera focused on Li Xingwan. Li Xingwan felt rather speechless; her hands had indeed never done this before. So she hesitantly replied, “I… I’m the young mistress of a wealthy family.” Her fingers had never touched spring water. “…” The camera then turned to Little Momo. Little Momo was even more aloof. “I… I’m the young master of a wealthy family.” “…” The camera shifted again to the man devoid of secular smoke and possessing a pure, cold allure. Fu Chengzhou lit a cigarette, holding it between his thin, ruddy lips. “Wealthy playboy.” “????” Li Xingwan and Little Momo both turned their gazes towards Fu Chengzhou. Fu Chengzhou’s eyelid twitched, and he amended his description, “Wealthy dad.” “Hahahahaha.” “Can this family be any less hilarious?!” “We were all set to make Li Xingwan look bad, but now we’re nearly dying of laughter instead.” “They’re wasting their talents not acting in comedies.” “So…” the crew member spoke up. “You still have to complete the punishment.” “…” “Damn, the show’s crew really knows how to stir things up! They’re making them do exactly what they don’t know how to!” “The kitchen adventures of a top-tier wealthy family of three.” Even the netizens had come up with a name for it. Li Xingwan truly didn’t know how, before she transmigrated, she was a top actress. After transmigrating, the original character was the La Family’s pampered young Miss, brought up so delicately as if afraid she might break or dissolve. Even after the family went bankrupt, her fingers had never touched spring water. So… After a moment of thought, she turned back to look at Fu Chengzhou. He hadn’t been home for three years, so as her husband, he should at least show some willingness to help, right? Fu Chengzhou was a man standing at the pinnacle of the pyramid; if he were to enter the kitchen, especially on live television, maybe by tomorrow, the headlines in the financial news would explode. But… After snuffing out his cigarette in the ashtray, Fu Chengzhou took off his suit jacket, revealing his strong upper body clad only in a thin black shirt, his broad shoulders and narrow waist causing a commotion in the live stream, prompting frenzied screams and screenshots. “Husband! Husband! My husband!!!” “Mine! Mine! Husband, what kind of sack do you like?!” “Husband, can you take a look at me, please?!” Even Li Xingwan quickly grabbed a tissue and covered her nose, fearing the next moment would bring a nosebleed. Fu Chengzhou walked toward the kitchen. “You two, come over and help.” “???” “Wait! Don’t you still have another task to do?!” Someone from the directorial team spoke up at that moment. “You and your wife’s portrait is done. But what about the portrait with your son?” “Pfft!” Once again, everyone’s defenses were breached. Damn! What kind of epic scene is this? “Has the Fu Consortium forgotten his son because he only has eyes for his wife?” “Fu Xiaomo: Where am I? Do I even have a dad?”