My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 258: The Great Movie Star’s Cooking Skills

Chapter 258: Chapter 258: The Great Movie Star’s Cooking Skills

Mom Bo was beside herself with anger, "You wish, son! I do want grandkids, but the baby is so small right now. How can you be so irresponsible at your age? How can you expect the baby to like you?"

Bo Yan was taken aback and, uncertain, turned to look at Yuran, "Baby, if you start to not like me, I really wouldn’t know what to do with myself."

Yuran, "I won’t."

Mom Bo, frustrated and disappointed, sighed heavily and pulled Yuran away from her son to the side, "You girl, how can you let him lead you by the nose like this?

Do you understand that you’re the one at a disadvantage, huh? Oh, it really worries me. I know my own son. You’re definitely going to be at a disadvantage."

Yuran was caught between laughter and tears, holding Mom Bo’s hand, and looked up at Bo Yan, "Xiaoqi, why don’t you make dinner?"

Mom Bo, incredulous, gaped at her son and then saw him smile helplessly before he turned and entered the kitchen. In all his years, Mom Bo had never seen him cook.

Her son was a black hole in the kitchen; how could Mom Bo not understand that? Yet now, she was somewhat astounded as her son walked into the kitchen, looking at Yuran in disbelief, "Baby, the one who just went into the kitchen, that was my son, right?"

Yuran, amused, nodded at Mom Bo.

Mom Bo asked again, her voice still filled with apprehension, "Baby, is the food my son makes edible? How about you don’t eat it later? Your godmother will taste it first. If I get food poisoning, you can take me to the hospital."

Ah?

Yuran was caught between laughter and tears, not sure whether to cry or laugh, not knowing whether to feel sorry for Bo Yan or for Mom Bo.

The kitchen of the Platinum Imperial Palace was an open-plan island, and Bo Yan could hear every word Mom Bo said without missing a single one, also unsure whether to cry or laugh.

He just wondered, was his mother really his mother?

Yuran looked sympathetically at Bo Yan, who was busy in the kitchen, and just then, Bo Yan happened to look up. Their eyes met, and Yuran playfully winked at him, reassuring Mom Bo, "Godmother, Xiaoqi’s cooking is actually not bad. He’s been the one cooking for me this whole time."

Mom Bo was obviously still skeptical, "Really, is it edible?"

Yuran: "..." It seems that without tasting Bo Yan’s cooking, his image won’t be redeemed.

With that thought, Yuran couldn’t help but laugh, keeping Mom Bo company as they watched TV, only to stumble upon the preview for "Empress of a Generation."

Yuran was puzzled. Was "Empress of a Generation" already finished? Wasn’t the location being used by "Emperor Shun of Tang"? Could it be they cut corners?

Before she could understand, Mom Bo started to complain, "Baby, do you know who the initial star of ’Empress of a Generation’ was?"

Yuran was surprised; did Mom Bo follow the entertainment industry too? She tentatively said, "Fu Yuran?"

Mom Bo nodded, becoming somewhat emotional, "Her name is quite similar to yours, baby, but she, she has bad luck."

Isn’t it bad luck? Hard labor for a lifetime.

Mom Bo seemed to reminisce and slowly said to Yuran, "I really liked Fu Yuran. I’ve seen quite a few TV series she starred in. Didn’t the news say before that she was Yinchao’s fiancée?

Yinchao is such a lousy fiancé, aspiring to be Empress E Huang? Using his sister’s earned money while keeping his sister-in-law close—utterly spoilt."

Yuran couldn’t help but laugh and cry, but thinking about those things now, she really wasn’t angry anymore. After all, it was just a temporary reprieve from settling accounts, not a permanent one. She would let them jump around for a bit.

Mrs. Bo looked displeased as she watched a scene with Fu Bairan in "Empress of a Generation", "This young girl’s acting is terrible. It’s far inferior to Fu Yuran’s. I don’t know what the investors were thinking, but, capitalists, I suppose I can understand.

"I bet they are just exploiting Fu Yuran, which is disgusting."

Yuran didn’t know why Mrs. Bo insisted on discussing this topic. After a long discussion, the trailer for "Empress of a Generation" ended, and Bo Yan had prepared three dishes and a soup that looked quite appealing.

Yuran rushed over to help, fetching bowls and chopsticks to set the table and casually fixing up Bo Yan’s sleeves. Mrs. Bo sat at the dining table, marveling, "Xiaoqi, did you specially learn cooking for the baby?"

All these dishes were the baby’s favorites. Mrs. Bo couldn’t believe her eyes. She knew her son’s true colors and had never imagined that he would be brought down by someone else to this extent one day.

Miraculous, miraculous.

Bo Yan didn’t feel ashamed at all but instead asked back, "Mom, try it and see if I qualify to take good care of the baby. Then you won’t have to worry about living with me, wondering whether the baby will go hungry."

Mrs. Bo nodded, "I definitely need to give it a good taste."

Mrs. Bo speared a braised lion’s head meatball from the plate, put it in her bowl, and took a bite. It melted in her mouth, and it tasted good. She was truly astonished that her son could one day cook a meal.

Thus, she looked at her son in amazement, realizing that ever since he had been with Yuran, he seemed to have softened a lot. "Not bad."

Yuran smiled, picked some vegetables for Mrs. Bo with her chopsticks, and said cheerfully, "Godmother, try this. Xiaoqi’s cooking skills are great; he even made breakfast this morning."

"Isn’t it expected of you to cook?" Mrs. Bo said matter-of-factly.

Yuran was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Such family status.

In most families, if a boy does household chores, other mothers might think their sons shouldn’t be doing those things. But Mrs. Bo was different; she always felt that it was natural and right for Bo Yan to take care of her.

Bo Yan nodded earnestly, "Baby, mom is right. Taking care of you is something I should do. If I can’t even do that well, wouldn’t you have a reason to leave me?

"I’ve thought it over. If I can excel in every aspect, then you wouldn’t leave me, right?"

Yuran: "..."

Mrs. Bo: "..." She just came to have a meal, not to be fed dog food; her son must be doing this on purpose!

Really could not be worriless.

The meal left Mrs. Bo questioning life. On her way back, she called the senior official Bo, reporting the day’s events. Mr. Bo snorted, "He really knows how to scheme. It’s not hard to fool such a young girl. Your son is like a big bad wolf with no good intentions, and our girl is like an innocent Little Red Riding Hood, too easy to lead astray."

Hearing this, Mrs. Bo agreed strongly, "When you put it that way, it’s really our son who fails to recognize good fortune, right?"

Bo Yinan, "Exactly."