Quick Transmigration: Drama Queen's Daily Life Chapter 1640 - 1629: The Villain’s Foster Mother

Ye Chuqing returned home and her eyes were red as she looked at Ye Qiu, making Ye Qiu quite uncomfortable. However, her character in this world was destined not to be the kind who would gently comfort her child, so she pretended not to see.

"Mom, what are you preparing?" Ye Chuqing came over and asked, "Do you need my help?"

"Just making some small dishes, don’t need your help here, go study." Ye Qiu continued to busy herself as the fragrance wafted out from the pot.

"But what are you making so many small dishes for?" Ye Chuqing asked in confusion.

"The family’s savings are all gone, don’t I need to think of a way to earn money? All of these are going to be sold tomorrow." Ye Qiu said, her tone a bit unpleasant, "Hurry and study, don’t stand here getting in the way."

Ye Chuqing listened with a sense of guilt, not caring about Ye Qiu’s attitude since she was the one who spent so much money, causing her mother such hardship just to make a living.

Actually, she knew that her mom had never had a stable job. All these years, she struggled to raise her and pay off debts, yet she’d chosen to ignore it before. Thinking of this made her feel like a jerk, how was she any different from a thankless child?

Ye Chuqing sniffled a bit, realizing she couldn’t do much else but study hard and not waste her mother’s intentions. That was the greatest return she could give her mom.

Early the next day, while Ye Chuqing was still asleep, Ye Qiu had already started busying herself in the kitchen. An hour later, she moved everything downstairs to her small tricycle, which she had bought just last night, along with a gas stove and a small table, then wobbled her way to the film city.

The film city in their city certainly couldn’t compare with the most famous ones. However, the fee was cheap and the scenery decent, so many film crews often came here for shooting, working year-round without breaks. Though it was now winter break for students, there were still three crews shooting in the film city.

Early she made porridge, keeping the fire on a slow simmer as she rode over, so that by the time she arrived, the porridge was very thick and the rice grains emitted a tantalizing aroma, making one’s appetite open right up in the early morning. Not to mention she paired it with several small side dishes which looked appetizing just in color.

To reduce costs, nearly every film crew worked overnight to save time. At this moment, one crew had just arrived and another had just wrapped, so tired and hungry staff began to walk out, attracted by the smell of porridge and stopping in their tracks.

"Boss, your porridge smells amazing; how much is it?" Some gathered around to ask.

"Plain porridge eight yuan a bowl, vegetable porridge ten yuan, meat porridge twelve, add your own small sides." Since its opening day, Ye Qiu priced her items relatively cheap to attract first-time customers, though her reasonable prices seemed expensive to others, considering plain porridge elsewhere was five yuan at most, even as low as two or three yuan, nowhere would plain porridge alone be priced at eight yuan.

Yet this porridge looked thicker and smelled better than others’, so some felt it wasn’t worth it and walked away silently, while those not short on cash pulled out phones to scan and pay: "Boss, I’ll take a bowl of meat porridge."

"Got it." Ye Qiu filled a bowl to the brim and let the customer choose their own small side dishes.

"No tables, boss." This person looked around, didn’t sit on the small stool Ye Qiu prepared, and began eating directly from the bowl.

Ye Qiu flashed a smile she’d never shown Ye Chuqing: "It’s the first day out, didn’t prepare that many things, but I’ll definitely bring tables tomorrow."

That person said no more, for upon sipping the porridge, he couldn’t spare time to talk again. Exhausted or hungry, he felt it was the best bowl of porridge he’d ever had, warming his whole body.

"Boss, your porridge is amazing; let me try the side dishes." He eagerly scooped a big spoon into the bowl, realizing it truly wasn’t an illusion but indeed the boss’s great skill.

Seeing this, others were astonished. If this guy weren’t from the same crew, they’d suspect he was a shill for the boss. But he looked so happy eating, the porridge might really be quite good!

Unable to resist, people thought one breakfast at a noodle shop normally cost not much less, so they tried one at ten or eight yuan each. Soon, people surrounded Ye Qiu’s stall sipping porridge, frequently bursting into exclamations.

Hua Country people loved a buzz; seeing this group enjoy themselves so much brought others to queue up. Within a while, the vegetable and meat porridge were gone, leaving only plain porridge.

Zhong Hai was the assistant to Oscar winner Chen Huawen. His boss wanted something to eat after getting up early, so he sent Zhong Hai out to buy breakfast. Seeing people lining up for porridge, Zhong Hai found it curious. On asking, everyone said the porridge was amazing and truly regretful to miss out, so he nervously joined the line.

Unexpectedly, when it was finally his turn, only plain porridge was left. But having queued so long, not buying felt regrettable, so seeing the good presentation and appealing smell, he bought two bowls plus a small bowl for side dishes and nervously brought them into the film city.

To his dismay, just entering the crew, he was reprimanded by his boss’s agent: "Is this what you’re giving Huawen? Don’t they sell other breakfasts outside?"

Zhong Hai hung his head in guilt, now realizing that serving plain porridge costing eight yuan to a big Oscar winner really seemed beneath him. He took a deep breath and said, "I’m sorry Brother Chen, I’ll just go buy something else."

"It’s fine." Chen Huawen interjected kindly, smiling warmly, "Haven’t had plain porridge in ages. Winter’s perfect for a hot bowl to warm the stomach. Don’t worry."

Hearing this, Zhong Hai felt even more guilty, so he eagerly opened the lid: "Brother Chen, try it first, people said this porridge was particularly good, promising not to disappoint."

Agent Sister Hong sneered: "Even if it’s good, it’s just plain porridge, how good could it be?"

Chen Huawen laughed: "Don’t say that; this porridge looks well made."

Saying that, he took a sip with the spoon, widening his gaze slightly and eating faster.

Seeing this, Zhong Hai finally relaxed his anxious heart, eagerly uncovering the bowl of side dishes: "Brother Chen, try these too; the boss made them herself."

The side dishes were merely things like sour beans, crunchy radish, all common items, but Ye Qiu arranged them nicely, igniting even Chen Huawen’s appetite who rarely ate such pickled foods.