Chapter 141: Reason and Emotion

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"Come, come, come, taste my cooking!"

An Ran brought the last dish—spicy boiled fish—to the table and clapped her hands lightly.

"Wow, it smells so good!" Junko inhaled the aroma of the spicy boiled fish. She had never eaten such fragrant fish in Japan.

"Yuzhou dishes are all very spicy. Junko, are you sure you want to eat it?" Miss Luo Quan didn't even look at the boiled fish and picked up a piece of sausage to put in her mouth.

She wasn't afraid of spice; she just simply didn't like eating fish.

An Ran said with a smile, "It's fine, this oil just looks spicy; I didn't put too much chili in it."

If you believe a Yuzhou person when they say it's not spicy, then you are too naive.

Junko happily picked up a piece and took a bite. Her white face was immediately dyed red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hoo!" Junko gasped sharply and quickly picked up her glass to drink a sip of orange juice.

"Wow, so spicy!" Junko's tongue tip was bright red, and she couldn't speak clearly.

Wen Xia quickly handed Junko a tissue, "It's okay to eat it occasionally. Eating spicy food in winter helps dispel the cold."

Junko was sweating profusely, "It's really too spicy, even more uncomfortable than wasabi. It's not just spicy; it's also very numbing after the spice. My whole tongue and lips have no feeling."

Miss Luo Quan smiled slightly; it seemed this was another person who couldn't handle spice.

Once bitten, twice shy. After learning her lesson from the spicy boiled fish, Junko didn't touch any of the remaining dishes if the soup was red.

"Luoluo, how is your mom doing lately?" After eating a few bites, An Ran asked Miss Luo Quan.

Miss Luo Quan put down her chopsticks and wiped her mouth, "She is doing great now, traveling the world with my dad."

An Ran was a bit surprised, "Your mom found your dad?"

Miss Luo Quan nodded, "She found him last summer. My dad had been in the United States, and my mom only got the news last summer. They have finally settled down now."

An Ran sighed softly, "That's great. Your mom drifted for half her life, and in the end, she finally got her wish."

Wen Xia asked, "Mom, speaking of which, when are you planning to remarry? You can't really live alone for the rest of your life, right?"

"Why can't I live alone?" An Ran's thoughts were a bit extreme, probably because she had been hurt too deeply in the past.

"I actually agree with Auntie's idea," Miss Luo Quan suddenly expressed support.

Wen Xia was shocked, "No way, Miss Luo Quan, are you planning to find a partner at sixty too? To have an old woman relive her youth?"

"Where did you learn these twisted words!" An Ran glared, and Wen Xia could only shrink her neck.

An Ran looked at Miss Luo Quan and said earnestly, "Miss Luo Quan, Auntie made this decision because of some things in the past, but you are different. You are only nineteen this year and can have a very beautiful relationship. Not all men in the world are bad guys."

Miss Luo Quan shook her head, "Even if I look for someone, I'll look for someone who isn't after my body."

Wen Xia retorted, "Then you probably won't find a normal man. With your appearance that brings disaster to the country and the people, even a gay man could be turned straight. Honestly, even I am after your body."

"If I can't find one, then I won't," Miss Luo Quan shrugged, indicating she didn't care at all.

Seeing that her friend's daughter seemed to have some problems with relationships, An Ran frowned, but for a moment, she didn't know how to advise her.

Everyone ate the reunion dinner very slowly because they had to watch the Spring Festival Gala while eating, laughing a few times from time to time.

But compared to previous Spring Festival Galas, the current one didn't have as many laughs, and the awkward moments of forced sentimentality were rising in a straight line.

It's not that these touching moments are bad, but New Year's Eve is supposed to be a day for the whole nation to gather and reunite, and everyone is supposed to be happy. If you insist on making every program so sentimental and won't stop until the audience is in tears, then the flavor of the Spring Festival Gala program has completely changed.

Sentimental and tear-jerking segments are fine, but one after another, and getting worse every year, it's really meaningless.

Anyway, Miss Luo Quan hadn't watched the Spring Festival Gala since 2014, or she would occasionally watch clips of comedy sketches or read reports about the gala online.

Actually, even without watching, it's clear—it's always the same old stuff, nothing fresh.

If she were asked to go up and perform, she might be very willing and excited, but if she were asked to watch the gala as an audience member, then forget it.

However, this year at Wen Xia's house, everyone was watching. Junko was also very interested in watching the Spring Festival Gala for the first time. Wen Xia was accompanying her mother, and Miss Luo Quan couldn't just walk away, so she had to watch it together.

Unknowingly, the time reached midnight, and the 2016 Spring Festival Gala came to an end. All the stars and backup dancers came to the front of the stage, and led by several national-level singers, they sang the song that is sung at the end of every Spring Festival Gala.

Although it wasn't "Unforgettable Tonight" from Miss Luo Quan's impression, it had the same effect as this song called "Tonight's Parting Dream Cold."

As the bell symbolizing the arrival of the New Year rang, everyone's mobile phone notification tones rang one after another. Everyone was sending blessings to their friends and relatives—some were mass-sent, while others were sent carefully one by one.

Regardless of the type, these blessings contained everyone's best wishes for the New Year.

It was a pity that Miss Luo Quan didn't have QQ, WeChat, or Weibo, and Bilibili didn't have any social chat functions. When everyone was busy replying to blessings, only Miss Luo Quan was idle.

Even Junko, who had been in China for less than half a year, had made quite a few friends here.

However, like everyone else, she also received her New Year gift.

TC Candler announced the 2016 list of the world's most handsome and beautiful faces. The video was simultaneously launched on Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, and other major platforms. The most handsome face was taken by Leon, and the most beautiful face was won by Miss Luo Quan. The two siblings joined hands to reach the peak of world beauty.

Once this news came out, many social platforms exploded.

Among them, the most intense reaction was probably from major gambling websites; ninety percent of the gamblers were devastated.

Before twelve o'clock, internet public opinion almost didn't favor Miss Luo Quan to take the most beautiful face of the year. Alia was almost a sure thing, and following the crowd would have meant having soup to drink.

Everyone thought betting on Alia was a sure-win deal. Who would have thought that reality and imagination were completely reversed?

Those gamblers who spent a lot of money betting on Alia directly cursed on Twitter, scolding the gambling websites, TC Candler, and even Miss Luo Quan.

These poor wretches who lost both their wife and their army would never reflect on themselves; they would only shift the blame to others. Besides incompetent rage, they really couldn't do anything else.

And those who spent money betting on Miss Luo Quan were so happy they didn't know which leg to step with.

Miss Luo Quan's odds were so high that they even reached 1 to 10 at the last moment. There were always bold people willing to take risks.

There were very few fans who truly liked and believed in her; more people were thinking of gambling to turn a bicycle into a motorcycle.

As a result, this gamble was more than just turning a bicycle into a motorcycle; it was turning it directly into a Ferrari!

Tonight, I don't know how many people lost everything, and I don't know how many people became rich overnight, and all of this stemmed from a result that was fundamentally undisputed.

When the gamblers who lost money attacked Miss Luo Quan on Twitter, Miss Luo Quan's fans quickly launched a counterattack.

"I don't know what reason made you choose Alia. Anyone with eyes knows how beautiful Miss Luo Quan is."

"Facts prove that many people who lose money gambling can't blame the bookmaker. Some are just stupid, and stupid without knowing it, thinking they are quite smart."

"Putting the two photos together, it's clear who is more beautiful. Alia is indeed very beautiful, but compared to Miss Luo Quan, the gap is even greater than the gap in their talents."

"I really can't understand why these idiots wouldn't believe in Miss Luo Quan. Alia herself said she wasn't as beautiful as Miss Luo Quan."

"Deserve to lose money, really stupid to the core!"

"Don't just engage in meaningless verbal battles here; hurry up and calculate your losses. I'm afraid many people will be on the rooftop tonight."

Once this result came out, Miss Luo Quan's fans were simply elated. Under the circumstances where the whole internet didn't favor her, only these fans were willing to keep believing in her and supporting her. They also put in a lot of effort during the voting before.

Now that the results were out, everyone was happy. Miss Luo Quan harvested the title of world's most beautiful, and the fans could finally ride on the faces of those haters.

However, the debate didn't end with the appearance of the result; it even showed signs of intensifying.

"This is naked racial discrimination!"

"White supremacy is best reflected here. This is unfair to Alia and unfair to black people!"

"I knew it would be this result. This is not correct at all!"

"Just because Alia's skin isn't that white, she can't become the world's most beautiful. I will never acknowledge this result!"

"I think TC Candler should apologize for this matter, apologize to Alia and the vast number of black people!"

"I will protest on the streets of New York tomorrow. Is anyone joining?"

"I will join you!"

"This is a very necessary thing!"

"We have suffered too much injustice and discrimination. Only by actively speaking out can we fight for fair treatment!"

Many people shouted grievances on Twitter. They often used the word "we," as if "we" as a group had always been suffering from various unfair treatments.

Actually, everyone knows who this "we" refers to, but if we really talk about unfairness, it's not their turn. It can only be said that the crying child gets the milk.

But this time, the crying child didn't have an adult to indulge them.

When the debate about the world's most beautiful face gradually grew louder, the editor-in-chief of TC Candler posted a tweet expressing his point of view. ===== CHAPTER 142 =====