Chapter 1376: Oshi no Ko?

"Hey, where are you?"

Luo Quan held the baby with one hand and the phone with the other, her eyes searching for Chunzi's traces in the vast sea of people.

"Quan-chan, don't move, I see you!"

Chunzi's voice was as energetic as ever, and Luo Quan had already heard her voice from outside the phone.

Looking in the direction of the voice, Luo Quan saw her.

No wonder she hadn't found Chunzi's figure after scanning for a long time; it turned out she was fully armed just like herself. Even though summer was almost here, she was still wrapped in three layers inside and three layers outside.

"Chunzi, aren't you hot?"

Luo Quan walked over and asked, unable to laugh or cry.

She had a Flawless Immortal Body, which could be warm in winter and cool in summer. Touching her hand in summer could have the effect of an air conditioner, and cuddling in winter was like holding a human-shaped hot water bottle.

So she dressed quite casually; it didn't matter if she wore thick clothes in summer or thin ones in winter.

But Chunzi didn't have such a constitution; wasn't she afraid of heatstroke wearing like this?

"It's fine, Quan-chan, I'm just wearing thick clothes; the material of the clothes is quite breathable." Chunzi shook her head, signaling Luo Quan to rest assured.

Luo Quan asked suspiciously: "I remember there aren't that many reporters and paparazzi at Tokyo Airport, or have you reached the point of being a household name?"

"Sigh, this is a long story." Chunzi let out a long sigh, as if she had been overwhelmed by this matter recently.

"What happened? It can make even you show such a helpless expression." Luo Quan covered her mouth and giggled.

"This isn't the place to talk. Let's go to my house first; I bought sukiyaki."

Chunzi said, looking down at Luo Ning, her eyes full of affection: "Ningning is so cute. Her little mouth is pouting and moving even when she's sleeping."

Luo Quan looked down and found that her daughter's mouth was indeed moving.

She didn't know if she hadn't eaten enough at that meal before getting on the plane, to the point that she was still savoring it in her dreams.

Smiling, Luo Quan followed Chunzi into the car and headed to the apartment where she was currently living.

Chunzi's house was a detached house in Shinjuku District, with two floors and over a hundred square meters. Although it wasn't particularly spacious, the decoration was quite exquisite. Living with two to three people was much more comfortable than those big houses of over a thousand square meters.

Arriving at the entrance, Luo Quan took off her shoes.

Chunzi looked down from the side, her eyes seeming a bit disappointed.

"What kind of expression is that?"

Luo Quan asked, puzzled.

Chunzi replied regretfully: "I thought you would wear silk stockings and high heels when you went out, Quan-chan. As a result, not only are there no high heels, but there are no silk stockings either."

"Why would I wear silk stockings and high heels to meet friends? Is this some kind of Japanese etiquette?" Luo Quan was completely stunned. Or did Chunzi have some special hobby in this regard?

Chunzi shook her head: "No, I just think silk stockings are very suitable for you, Quan-chan. After you put them on, you will have a very unique temperament, between pure and dissolute."

"Sexy, right?" Luo Quan accurately stated the adjective Chunzi had in mind, then asked, unable to laugh or cry: "Is that the image I have in your heart?"

"This isn't a bad adjective. Many women want to be sexier but can't."

Chunzi said, digging out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and throwing them at Luo Quan's feet: "This is a manifestation of femininity. In the past, you were always rushing around like a boy.

Now, you are becoming more and more likable."

"Is that so? Maybe it's because I gave birth to Ningning."

As soon as Luo Quan finished speaking, Luo Ning opened her eyes and reached out her little hand for a kiss.

But it wasn't a kiss from her mother, but to kiss her mother.

Luo Quan sat on the sofa, smiling gently as she leaned over, letting her daughter give her a morning kiss.

Although it was almost noon, for her daughter, it was morning.

"Sit for a while and watch TV first; I'll go to the kitchen to make sukiyaki." Chunzi had already tied her apron while speaking.

"Do you need help?"

Luo Quan looked eager to try as soon as she heard about cooking.

"Who will take care of Ningning if you enter the kitchen? Sit down with peace of mind. I'm not the idiot who couldn't even make egg fried rice back then."

Chunzi said, walking into the kitchen. Before long, a rich fragrance wafted out.

While the food wasn't ready yet, Luo Quan turned on the TV, wanting to see what programs the Japanese usually watched.

As soon as she turned on the TV, it was a rebroadcast of the Tokyo Art Awards final.

This Tokyo Art Awards was a program that started last year, and everyone under twenty-four could participate.

From music to sculpture to novels to painting, all types of art could become your entry, and the judges were composed of authoritative experts and ordinary viewers.

As long as you possessed artistic talent, you would definitely be discovered through this program.

Whether you were a child of a commoner or a later wave of a financial group, at the Tokyo Art Awards, everything spoke through your work.

In Luo Quan's view, this Tokyo Art Awards was the same thing as the Walk of Fame for artists.

It belonged to the star stage; if you have a dream, you come. Whether it was years of hard training or a flash of inspiration over a few nights, you could go on stage to display it.

If you could amaze the audience on stage, you could even get an admission ticket to a higher class.

In Japan, where class solidification is serious, the politician's son continues to be a politician, the banker's son continues to be a banker, and the financial group's son remains a financial group.

As for commoners, if you don't encounter any particularly great opportunities, you will graduate from a private university, then step into society, and spend your long and mediocre life.

This was already a relatively good ending; now, quite a few people couldn't even finish high school.

Because of factors like study pressure, domestic violence, school bullying, etc., young people became runaway boys and runaway girls.

Some fell into depravity and became "papa-katsu" (sugar babies), while others wandered the streets.

No hope, no way to rise, all benefits squeezed dry by the upper class—this was the status quo of the bottom layer of Japanese people.

And the Tokyo Art Awards was already one of the few opportunities for commoners to change their destiny.

Although it was limited to artists, or rather, artistic talents.

However, what was regrettable was that the Tokyo Art Awards of the past two years hadn't staged any "cool" stories of a commoner rising to success.

Whether it was last year or this year, the three major candidates for the championship were all children of financial groups.

These lucky ones born with silver spoons in their mouths could receive the influence of Western art from childhood, and there was no lack of passionate guidance from art masters.

Just this level of education wasn't something commoners or even the middle class could compare to.

However, the works these financial group children brought out were indeed worthy of the top-tier education they received.

Their performance during the competition was completely worthy of being called very excellent. Any one of them winning the Tokyo Art Awards championship wouldn't have any controversy.

Of course, it didn't exclude the possibility that these financial group children could call for off-site assistance.

After all, the program said it was fair, just, and open, but whether it was really like that was hard to say.

This kind of black-box operation in Japan was too common. Rich people in this territory couldn't be said to do whatever they wanted, but they could...

Luo Quan watched for a while and had a very good impression of a contestant named Himura Rin.

This girl wearing a small red suit was the only girl among the three championship candidates, and the art type she chose was opera singing.

However, the reason Luo Quan had a good impression of her wasn't because of her singing voice, which was more pleasant than a lark, but because she possessed her own 36E at a young age.

This little girl looked to be around eighteen years old, probably just starting university.

Luo Quan didn't have this scale when she was in university; it was truly worthy of being called gifted.

Just over eighteen, she already possessed the magnificent curves that the vast majority of Asian women couldn't reach in their entire lives.

Luo Quan admitted that she was a bit of a "lookist," but when talent was very excellent, Himura Rin's outstanding appearance indeed made it easier for people to have a good impression.

And judging from the performance of the live audience, she wasn't the only lookist; more than half of the live audience chose Himura Rin.

Actually, the gap in strength between the three candidates wasn't very large, but the other two male contestants' looks were really a bit sorry for the audience.

One had a mouth full of buck teeth, and his hair was longer than Yonezu Kenshi's.

One had neat teeth, but his face was full of pockmarks, even more unbearable than the previous brother.

These were very large deduction items.

Because looks being able to add points wasn't prejudice, but something that truly existed.

Luo Quan had demonstrated this before; when she participated in art exams, she said that if the audience could see her face while listening to music, the experience would definitely be more pleasant.

Conversely, if the performer's looks were a bit avant-garde and ugly, then everyone had better listen to the song with their eyes closed, because listening and watching at the same time would be quite annoying.

A long time ago, pianists' performances had to be with their backs to the audience, only showing everyone the back of their heads.

It wasn't until the appearance of Liszt, after proposing reforms to the performance direction, that all pianists changed from facing away from the audience to facing the side of the audience during performances.

As for the reason behind it, it made people laugh.

Because the famous pianist and composer Liszt felt that his looks were truly too handsome.

If he could let the audience appreciate his unparalleled handsome appearance while playing the piano, it would make his music even more wonderful.

At that time, many people didn't particularly understand such behavior, but anyway, Liszt wasn't ugly, so no one questioned it.

As Liszt modified the performance style through personal practice, everyone gradually got used to it, and it also influenced a large number of other pianists.

Over time, pianists facing the audience from the side became the conventional performance method.

Although the whole society talked about inner beauty being true beauty.

But judging people by their appearance is actually the norm of this world, and very few people can jump out of this secular circle.

Just like archaeology, even if they are all corpses that have been dead for thousands of years, there is a distinction between the Loulan Beauty and Mummy No. 2.

Does anyone care about Mummy No. 2?

No, people are only curious about how beautiful the Loulan Beauty was before she died.

Just like this Tokyo Art Awards, the final championship was taken by Himura Rin, whose looks were obviously several levels higher than her opponents.

This didn't exceed expectations too much. Himura Rin's performance in the final was a face of a champion; she was too confident, with a feeling of "I am the most confident and shining."

Under the illumination of her radiance, the two contestants beside her, who were already slightly unbearable, looked even more inferior.

Luo Quan saw the desolation in their eyes, and her heart suddenly felt a bit sad.

Actually, their talent wasn't bad at all; it was just because their looks weren't high enough, so the ending was already doomed before the competition ended.

If they had looked a bit more decent, who would have won the championship would still be unknown.

It was truly a pity.

Just as Himura Rin was expressing her gratitude with tears in her eyes, Chunzi in the kitchen also shouted: "The food is ready."

Luo Quan got up and came to the dining table. Looking at the sumptuous dishes in front of her, she gave Chunzi a thumbs up: "Not bad, Chunzi. I didn't know your cooking skills were already so powerful before."

"It's all been practiced bit by bit over these years. After all, I was often taken care of by you, Quan-chan, in the past. Every time I cooked, you were the only one busy in the kitchen, and Wen Xia and I couldn't help at all.

In the past, it was because I really didn't know how, but I couldn't feel at ease with getting something for nothing, so I have been working hard to learn how to cook, and I have finally achieved some success."

Chunzi said, placing a pair of chopsticks in front of Luo Quan: "Please taste it, Quan-chan."

Sukiyaki is divided into Kanto and Kansai styles.

Kanto style uses bonito broth as a base, which is very similar to hot pot.

Kansai style is more like a stew, where ingredients are spread on a flat pan and fried with beef tallow, then carefully stewed over medium heat with sukiyaki sauce.

In about five minutes, a pot of sukiyaki is ready.

There's no need to move the ingredients out of the pot; you can just put the pot on the dining table and start eating. For whatever else you want to eat later, just put the ingredients into the flat pan and cook them.

The sukiyaki Chunzi brought out this time was Kansai style. A layer of thick and curled snowflake Wagyu beef was spread on the flat pan. Although I don't know what grade it was, the quality definitely wouldn't be bad.

This beef looked very well-fried, and a rich meaty fragrance could be smelled from far away.

The curled edges had just the right amount of charred brown, and you didn't need to taste it to know that the texture must be crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Luo Quan picked up a piece and stuffed it into her mouth. Immediately, the full mouth of beef fragrance and the freshness of the sukiyaki sauce made her feel satisfied.

"Delicious. Your cooking skills are much better than I imagined, Chunzi." Luo Quan exclaimed loudly after swallowing the beef.

"Really? As long as you think it's delicious." After receiving Luo Quan's praise, Chunzi's smile was sweet.

"By the way, what trouble did you encounter recently? Can you tell me about it?"

Luo Quan picked up another piece of beef and started the main topic of the day.

"Sigh." Chunzi sighed: "This is a long story." ===== CHAPTER 1377 =====