The little girl who prayed to Buddha

Chapter 278 Piano Competition
Wen Wan looked up, somewhat puzzled.

"Does she need it?"

Lin Zhen taught her very well, and compared to herself, Lin Zhen is a more qualified mother.

Tingting already has a mother in her heart, so how could there be room for herself?
The old man glared at her. "Nonsense! What child wants their mother to be indifferent to them? The coldness she shows towards you now shows how much she longs for maternal love!"

The old man said earnestly, "You said she didn't need it, then why did she sneak into the kitchen while you were cooking? And why did she eat half an extra bowl of your food?" The old man said disdainfully, "You're my mother! You can't even notice such a thing!"

Wen Wan was completely dumbfounded. Was the old man talking about Tingting?
"You said that Tingting went to see me while I was cooking?"

The old man nodded helplessly.

After getting the answer, Wen Wan seemed to suddenly regain her confidence and became more energetic.

"Don't worry, Dad. I will definitely try my best to get my daughter's forgiveness!" Wen Wan promised.

Because today is the weekend and Qin's home is far from the school, Qin Ting has returned to his apartment.

Wen Wan prepared the ingredients overnight, and the next morning she made some simple and delicious snacks, put them in a thermos bucket, and brought them to school personally.

Qin Ting was a little surprised when he saw Wen Wan, and didn't know what she was doing there.

Wen Wan smiled and stuffed the thermos into her arms, "Tingting, this is what mom made this morning. Try it and tell me which one you like. I'll make it for you next time. I'm going to work first."

Watching her leave, Fang Jian and Zhou Se curiously took her thermos and opened it.

I couldn't help but marvel.

Zhou se: "Qin Ting, your mother is OK! Your cooking skills are so good, don't mind giving me some to eat?"

Fang Jian didn't say anything, but her pitiful look said it all.

Qin Ting reacted and nodded helplessly, "Eat if you want."

The two of them took it out and started eating it like vicious wolves, sighing as they ate: "Same world, different mother!"

Seeing how they enjoyed the food, she also became curious about what it tasted like.

I reached out and took a fried shrimp ball and put it in my mouth. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside with the salt and pepper flavor. It was really delicious!

No wonder they both enjoyed their meal so much!
Fortunately, these were fried little things, otherwise I don’t know how these two people would do it.

Qin Ting didn't take the food delivery today seriously, but he didn't expect Wen Wan to come again the next day, still with a thermos bucket.

It is sent to school on weekdays and made at home on weekends.

It’s never the same, day after day.

Although she didn't say it, she gradually began to look forward to it.

Wondering what to eat today!
Who said she is a foodie?
Wen Wan was also happy. Every time she saw her daughter eating contentedly, she could sleep well.

There is only one week left until the competition.

There were nine people who made it to the national local competition, and the tenth spot was reserved for Q, but now that was no longer possible, and there was no one else left.

So in the end there were only nine people left.

The next competition these nine people will participate in is the national competition, and the best one will represent the country to compete against foreign countries.

Among the nine people, there are men and women, some with ordinary backgrounds and some with power and influence, and no one is willing to submit to the other.

Although it seems harmonious on the surface, as Qin Ting said before, how can outsiders see the intrigues inside?

A week later, the competition began.

The competition is live broadcast.

Almost all the audiences across the country were sitting in front of their TVs watching. The nine performers were chosen to go on stage one by one by drawing lots. After their performance, the teachers in the audience gave them scores and comments.

Those who can advance to the national competition are all elites. The music they play is also outstanding, and the audience is fascinated by it.

If the audience were to vote, the decision would be based on the songs chosen by the contestants, to see which song would be more eye-catching.

(End of this chapter)