Shaking Up a Celebrity: Moses

There was still plenty of time before dinner, but those mere one or two hours became excruciating. The small living room at Qin Fen's parents' home seemed awfully noisy. To Auntie Liu and her family, it felt as though countless crows were circling their ears, repeating one word: poop, poop.

That was sturgeon caviar! Huang Lei's chest heaved. The distress seemed to seep into his bones. Could you possibly make it sound any more disgusting?

His mother had no idea what to say to break the awkwardness, so she scooped Little Mingming into her arms and chuckled. "What do children know? Please don't mind him!" Although she sounded apologetic, she felt an indescribable satisfaction inside.

"We don't mind!" Liu Li was so embarrassed she wanted to die.

"That's right, children don't know any better. Here, Little Ming, try some. Maybe it's delicious!" Auntie Liu hoped to salvage the situation. They could dismiss a child's opinion, but plenty of people brought their children along when eating out these days. This wasn't promising. On top of that, the stuff was expensive, and its flavor might not suit local tastes. Whether there was any business potential here was genuinely hard to say.

"That's right, what would a child know about food?" Huang Lei gave an awkward laugh. He had met Qin Fen before, and that scene on the plane had told him this man was really just a country bumpkin. All right, that was a bit much. To put it more politely, an unsophisticated hick from a small town.

"Qin Fen, try it again. It is a little salty, but you have to savor that rich, delicate flavor. You're a chef, so you should understand the merits of caviar. Our cooking needs varied flavors and layers of taste, too." Huang Lei offered him