Superstar's Development Diary
Chapter 82 Father

Chapter 82: Chapter 82 Father

"Chen Xiaohui, Go Forward!" The crew, seeing He Jinxia’s momentum was great, couldn’t stand being left out and also released some behind-the-scenes footage of He Jinxia during her dieting.

At the time, He Jinxia hadn’t entered isolated training and was following the crew around to various locations for filming.

At noon, she was eating a nutritional meal when the assistant director, Xiao Xiuxiu, suddenly came up to her with a small camera to film her, and even focused on her lunch.

Xiao Xiuxiu, with a touch of schadenfreude, asked, "Jinxia, how does lunch taste?"

He Jinxia replied with a light, breezy smile, "Delicious."

Xiao Xiuxiu: "Do you want to eat it every day?"

He Jinxia: "Let’s not, it takes extraordinary people to stick with it every day."

Xiao Xiuxiu: "You said it’s delicious, so why don’t you want to eat it every day?"

He Jinxia smiled slightly, not falling for the bait, "The flavor that stays in memory and can never be attained is what I consider the most delicious."

At this moment, a flurry of colorful, variously sized bullet comments suddenly popped up—

[Hahaha, so I’ve decided not to eat it, to preserve its delicious image in my mind!]

[Fat Emperor, are you happy being so cheeky?]

[My husband is really funny!]

[My wife has high emotional intelligence!]

...

He Jinxia was unaware of these comments, and also didn’t know that on the last day of the year, she had triggered another trend in the hot searches. At this time, she was making dumplings and sweet glutinous rice balls with her mother, enjoying a rare moment of warmth.

Mrs. He was a gentle and delicate woman from the south, where the New Year’s tradition was eating sweet glutinous rice balls. Mr. He was from the north, where the tradition was eating dumplings. After marrying Mr. He, Mrs. He had become half-northerner, too.

Even though she had embraced the local customs for a long time, Mrs. He’s skills, inherited from the south, did not fall behind. As the combination of both sides, He Jinxia could cook both southern and northern dishes.

After preparing the sweet glutinous rice balls and dumplings, He Jinxia began boiling water and cooking them separately as she remembered from her past.

Once they were cooked, Mrs. He placed a bowl of dumplings and a bowl of sweet glutinous rice balls in front of the memorial portrait in the living room, and chattered away to Mr. He for quite a while, wishing him a happy New Year underground.

This was also the first time He Jinxia had seen her father’s appearance since crossing over—

Dressed in military uniform with a cap, his eyes were bright and spirited, standing tall and proud, clearly a figure of masculinity and strength.

Guarding the home and defending the country, dying on the battlefield, Mr. He had dedicated all his youth and passionate life to the country.

He Jinxia thought of the soldiers at the border in her previous life and couldn’t help but feel a deep respect.

After Mrs. He had finished speaking, she turned to look at He Jinxia and saw her with a tense face, a serious and solemn expression, which made her laugh.

She walked over and patted He Jinxia on the shoulder, "You look so much like your father like that. When he was courting me, he was always very serious. I even thought he didn’t like me!"

He Jinxia let out a soft sigh of relief and smiled at her mother, asking curiously, "And then?"

Mrs. He reminisced, a hint of nostalgia flashing in her eyes, and said, "After that, I broke up with him. He was so anxious he couldn’t even speak properly."

He Jinxia laughed, finding it hard to imagine her dignified father ever being like that. It really was a case of something conquering something else.

Mrs. He thought of something else, her eyes slightly reddening, and she hurriedly turned her head away, saying, "All right, the dumplings and sweet rice balls are going to get too soggy; let’s eat quickly!"

He Jinxia responded and sat down at the dining table, eating while pondering things.

Mr. and Mrs. He had a good relationship. When her grandparents were still alive, they often tried to persuade her mother to remarry, but her mother refused.

Now that her mother was aging, she probably cared even less about these matters, accustomed to living alone and doing just fine by herself.

She was her mother’s only daughter and the only relative she had left in this world. With her notices increasing, the days she could spend with her mother in Qingdu were getting fewer and fewer as her work focus shifted to Imperial City.

After a moment of contemplation, He Jinxia put down her chopsticks and looked at her mother, saying, "Mom, why don’t you close the supermarket and come enjoy life in Imperial City? I’ll find you a place to live; it will make it easier for us to see each other."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. He’s first reaction was to shake her head, "No, no, no, I’m living well in Qingdu. What would I do in Imperial City?"

People become attached to the familiar as they age, and Mrs. He was no exception.

He Jinxia patiently explained, "Now that I’ve successfully lost weight, my opportunities are wider than before, and I’ve started acting. I’ll get more and more notices in the future, and my schedule will get busier. I’ll have even less time to come back to Qingdu.

My agent recently has been looking at houses for me in Imperial City, and I told him to find something spacious, preferably with two bedrooms and a living room. That way, you could also move in. After I finish my notices, I’ll come back to Imperial City to rest, and we could see each other more often. Wouldn’t that be nice?

Besides, if you still want to do business, I can help you rent a shop so you can continue running a supermarket. It’s just starting anew in a different place, and you’d get to see me even more often!"

Hearing this, Mrs. He looked hesitant.

Seeing her mother like this, He Jinxia added a bit more persuasion, playfully swaying her arm linked with hers, "Mom, could you really bear to see your only daughter struggling alone in Imperial City, hungry and poorly dressed, with nobody to care for her?"

Mrs. He rolled her eyes at her speechlessly, "Go on, what are you talking about? It’s not as pitiful as you say."

He Jinxia sighed deeply, "Ah, I’ve been eating fast food every day, it’s been so long since I had one of Mom’s delicious and nutritious meals..."

"Ah, how I miss the soups Mom used to make..."

"Ah, a child with a mother is treasured, and one without is like a weed..."

Worn down by He Jinxia’s persistence, Mrs. He begrudgingly said, "All right, all right, I’ll think about it."

In the end, she muttered, "Such a big person and still acting childish. Aren’t you ashamed!"

He Jinxia’s lips curled up slightly, she propped her elbow on the table, cupped her face in her hand, and made a coy face. She blinked at Mrs. He and said in a soft, sweet voice, "Isn’t it said that in a mother’s heart, her children never grow up?"

Mrs. He couldn’t stand her acting, and waved her hand dismissively, "What, should I nurse you too?"

He Jinxia embarrassed: "...there’s no need for that."

The mother and daughter looked at each other and then both laughed.

After losing weight, He Jinxia couldn’t wear any of the clothes she bought when she was heavier, so she and her mother packed them up and sent them to warm hearts in a remote area. During this visit home, she was still wearing clothes her stylist had arranged for her.

On New Year’s Day, a large box of clothes was delivered to her door, finally relieving He Jinxia of her worry of having nothing to wear at home.