“Sis, looks like we’re benefiting from President Luo’s misfortune. If he hadn’t gotten sick, who knows when we’d ever see Wen-jie cook in person!” Chen Sichu said with a hint of teasing.
“Chuchu, you talk too much. Can’t you just eat and keep your mouth shut?” Lin Shuwen glared at Chen Sichu, then took a small bowl and ladled out another bowl of porridge.
Luo Ming took the century egg and lean pork porridge and glanced at it. Tender pink pork bits, dark century egg, and a porridge base cooked until thick and creamy were all blended together, with bright green chopped scallions garnishing the top.
Pink, dark, white, and green—four colors interwoven together. It was a feast for the eyes and somehow stirred up an inexplicable appetite.
Food is all about color, aroma, and taste. Color refers to presentation. If this bowl of century egg and lean pork porridge were graded on presentation out of 100, Luo Ming would give it a 99—deducting one point just to keep Lin Shuwen from getting too proud.
Earlier, Luo Ming had been so immersed in being fed by Lin Shuwen that he hadn’t properly savored the porridge. This bowl definitely deserved a careful taste.
Luo Ming scooped up a spoonful of porridge. Looking at the grains of rice that had already cooked until they blossomed, he could already guess the texture of the porridge base.
Sure enough, this century egg and lean pork porridge was incredibly smooth and creamy the moment it entered his mouth. The rice grains could be completely crushed with a gentle press of the tongue. Although this spoonful was all glistening white rice, having been cooked with century egg for so long, the umami flavor of the century egg had long since melted into the porridge base.
Add to that the meaty fragrance of the pork bits—even a spoonful of pure white porridge was incredibly savory and delicious.
The pork bits were tender and smooth, pairing with the umami of the century egg for an absolutely divine flavor.
Of course, Luo Ming’s senses were definitely colored by strong emotions. The main reason was that Lin Shuwen had made this porridge specially for him. Just for that alone, today’s porridge was a delicacy worthy of the heavens.
At first, Luo Ming scooped with a fair amount of restraint. But before he knew it, his movements had sped up considerably—one spoon after another, sending the blended rice, shredded pork, and century egg into his mouth in big bites. By the time the last spoonful came up empty, Luo Ming realized he had devoured the entire bowl of century egg and lean pork porridge.
Lin Shuwen smiled when she saw this and said, “I’m relieved to see you eating so well. Chuchu, Miaomiao, hurry up and finish eating—we’re going to the company to record songs.”
“Okay, Wen-jie.”
After finishing their porridge, the Chen sisters left with Lin Shuwen.
Luo Ming went back to his room to lie down.
Meanwhile, at the president’s office of Huayue Entertainment.
Tong Qifeng, the chairman of Huayue Entertainment, was talking with Sister Shan and another company executive.
After listening for about fifteen minutes, Tong Qifeng finally interrupted the person giving the report.
“Old Zhou, skip all the roundabout talk. Just tell me directly—how is my son performing in your distribution department?”
Zhou Jing, the head of the distribution department, had known that Tong Qifeng calling him and Sister Shan over on a Saturday definitely meant this question was coming.
He had already prepared his answer in his mind. So when Tong Qifeng asked, he only paused for a moment before speaking: “Boss, Mingwei definitely has ability. After all, he was personally taught by you, so he’s certainly not bad.
And this is Mingwei’s first time participating in the company’s operations. To perform like this is already quite good.”
Tong Qifeng’s eyes lowered slightly at these words. “Not bad” was not a evaluate he was satisfied with. “Not bad” meant “not good enough.”
He remembered that during the earlier report, Zhou Jing hadn’t directly pointed out where his son had been unreliable—he hadn’t even mentioned his son at all.
Thinking of this, Tong Qifeng continued: “Old Zhou, I sent Mingwei to your place specifically so you could keep an eye on that kid for me. Old Zhou, if you have something to say, just say it.”
Zhou Jing’s brows furrowed slightly. In the end, he decided to hold back a bit. After all, they were father and son, and even though he was Tong Qifeng’s trusted confidant, there was still a layer of separation. So he carefully said: “Boss, Mingwei is very smart, and he knows how to recognize and use people well.”
Hearing this, Tong Qifeng stopped asking.
“Knows how to recognize and use people well” meant he only talked but didn’t act—he couldn’t do things hands-on himself.
Old Zhou was saying that Mingwei, that brat, had gone to the distribution department and done nothing but run his mouth.
“Ah Shan, was he like this when he was assisting you with work before?”
“Boss, Mingwei does talk a bit too much.”
Tong Qifeng let out a long sigh. “Sigh! That brat really isn’t cut out for big responsibilities!”
Zhou Jing and Sister Shan exchanged a glance and said nothing.
Tong Qifeng’s son, Tong Mingwei, was 24 this year and Tong Qifeng’s only son. Tong Qifeng definitely wanted him to take over the company, but who knew this brat had zero interest in an entertainment company, running around all day yelling about wanting to do something with artificial intelligence.
Tong Qifeng had no choice but to have his trusted subordinates keep his son close, hoping to cultivate something in him.
But who knew this brat was completely impervious to advice.
At this moment, Tong Mingwei was in the tech department discussing algorithm-related matters with Wang Hongyu, the head of the tech department.
“Brother Wang, what did you say? Our company has someone with better tech skills than you?” Tong Mingwei asked in surprise.
“Would I lie to you? Her skills are far beyond mine—not just by a little.”
“Who is she? She’s probably not in the tech department, right? Otherwise, with your personality, Brother Wang, you would’ve brought her to your side long ago.”
“Indeed she’s not. She’s an artist at the company.”
“Huh? An artist? Artists know how to program?”
“I didn’t believe it at first either. That day…” Wang Hongyu told Tong Mingwei everything about being called by Sister Shan to test “Lin Shuwen.”
After hearing it all, Tong Mingwei fell silent.
It took him over ten seconds before he couldn’t help but complain: “Damn it, I finally meet a master, and she turns out to be an artist under Sister Shan! How am I supposed to communicate and improve with her?”
“Want me to ask for you? You’ve been learning from me for over a year and you’ve already picked up most of what I know. Your talent in this field isn’t bad either. I can tell she’s a fellow enthusiast like us—a tech nerd. She’d probably be willing to talk with you.”
“That would be great! Brother Wang, I’ll leave it to you then.”
“Alright! Leave it to me.”
At noon, Lin Shuwen, having finished recording, was stopped by Wang Hongyu.
Lin Shuwen had definitely seen Wang Hongyu before, but in her impression, Wang Hongyu was a quiet, stoic person with stiff facial expressions and a stern demeanor.
Was this person grinning like a blooming chrysanthemum really Wang Hongyu?
“Director Wang, is there something you need?”
“Miss Lin, I have a fellow enthusiast here who’d like to discuss some technical matters with you. Do you have time?”
“Technical? Does Director Wang mean C++?”
“Not just a single algorithm—more like overall technical approaches and such.”
Hearing this, Lin Shuwen understood. This was someone looking for Luo Ming. Since it was for Luo Ming, she’d let Luo Ming handle it himself next week.
So Lin Shuwen nodded and said, “Sure! Next week. Have him come find me next week. Today I still have an album to record, and tomorrow I have some personal matters to deal with. I really don’t have time.”
“No problem, no problem. A day or two won’t make a difference.”
The male lead’s company’s right-hand man makes his entrance.
