'puff'

Cheng Zhuo laughed out loud.

The father and son, who were still arguing, looked over subconsciously.

Cheng Zhuo quickly stopped laughing and coughed lightly: "You two father and son have a really good relationship."

The two looked at each other and were immediately disgusted.

"Who has a good relationship with him?"

"Who has a good relationship with him?"

After saying that, we glared at each other, as if condemning each other for saying the same thing as me.

"Hahaha, I can see that too. You father and son have a really good relationship." Wang Shengze laughed as if he had just witnessed a childish quarrel.

Le Yan also nodded in agreement, "It's indeed good."

[Yes, yes, it’s really good. ]

[I originally thought that the father and son would be the biggest problem, but now it seems that if these two can cause trouble, there must be something fishy going on.]

[The father and son who are resentful are worthy of their reputation hahahaha, they both look disgusted in the same way. 】

[I really love this father and son, it's so funny. ]

[So they get along like this at home, otherwise they wouldn't be so unreliable yet silly and have a bit of tacit understanding.]

[What about feelings? Are they close? Hahahaha, a little but not much? I am dying of laughter.]

The audience in the live broadcast room burst into laughter.

After Si Qingjiu and his friends arrived, the doors of the live broadcast rooms were merged. Originally, many people in other live broadcast rooms were disgusted to see Si Qingjiu, and most of the comments were insulting.

But after this scene was played out, many of them turned against the party.

With the addition of Si Qingjiu's original live broadcast room door, it suddenly became lively.

Shen Huating listened to their words and became anxious: “My relationship with him is really not good.”

"That's right, who has a good relationship with him?" Si Qingjiu also said, this little bastard is thinking about how he will die every day, it would be weird if they have a good relationship.

"Humph." Shen Huating snorted at his dead father.

Si Qingjiu rolled his eyes at him.

[Cub: I don’t have a good relationship with him, just trust me! ]

[Believe, believe, believe, hahahahahaha, this is the final stubbornness. ]

[This father and son are truly amazing. ]

Wang Shengze and the others were also trying to hold back their laughter, thinking that the baby was just too adorable. Cheng Zhuo couldn't help but squat down and start teasing the child.

"Baby, why do you say you have a bad relationship with your father?"

When Shen Huating heard this, he immediately became energetic and felt wronged.

Badi: "He hit me, scolded me, and even despised me."

The smile on Cheng Zhuo’s face froze. What…is going on?

Subconsciously looked at the person standing.

Others also looked at him, feeling a little awkward.

Si Qingjiu's eyes almost rolled to the sky, "You talk as if you didn't throw a mouse through my door in the middle of the night, and you call it sharing your happiness with me. I'm not going to punish you lightly, kid, I'm warning you, if you don't want the whole country to know about your dark history, just behave yourself, otherwise..."

"You threaten me again." Shen Huating was so angry. How could he not know that his dead father was so hateful.

I was obviously very stupid in my previous life, why am I so annoying now?

Si Qingjiu sneered: "You are the one who is threatening me. You are going to heaven day by day, but your father hasn't even gone to heaven yet. You just stay underground obediently."

Shen Huating's face was puffed up like a bun, he put his short hands in his pockets, turned away with a whimper, and looked like I'm angry, I can't be appeased, and I don't want to bother with you anymore.

Everyone inside and outside the venue was laughing so hard.

[I typed out all the curse words, thinking that Si Qingjiu was indeed rubbish, actually hitting a child. In the end, I can only say that he hit the child well.]

[Boy, you are too much of a brat. Throwing a mouse at your father's door in the middle of the night, what kind of grudge do you have?]

[Don't struggle, kid. You can't beat your father. Just give up.]

[Hey, have you noticed that the way they get along as father and son is a little different? ]

[It is different. Si Qingjiu does not treat his son as a child, and his son does not treat him as an elder. They treat each other more like peers. They can argue with each other, confront each other, and speak freely. He is a teacher, a friend, and an elder. I am a little envious.]

[This kind of education is good. Children nowadays mature very early and receive too much information. They are not suitable for the previous education model, let alone compulsory education. The best thing is to guide them.]

[Yes, as an elementary school teacher, I have a lot to say. Nowadays, children use internet slang and so on casually. When you ask, they just heard adults say it and have no idea what it means.

It’s really hard to describe why you even wrote it on the exam. You asked us not to do that and you went home to complain to your parents, and in the end it became our teacher’s problem.

Shouldn't it be that the parents failed to provide guidance and set a good example for their children? 】

[There is no need to blame the parents. Parents have to go to work and help their children with their studies. Where do they get so much energy? To be honest, sometimes I feel

The parents have to do all the teacher’s work. 】

[Well, actually there are problems. Nowadays, many teachers only know how to assign homework and let parents teach. They are hands-off managers, and parents are too busy to be patient, so the children suffer in the end.]

[We still need a balance. It will be fine once we find it. Maybe it will happen soon, or maybe it will take a few years.]

The door of the live broadcast room immediately became a scene for parents and teachers to complain and rant. The staff who were about to intervene found that more and more people were pouring in to join in, so they quickly reported it to the director.

I don’t know whether this topic is good or bad.

After hearing the whole story, the director immediately focused more attention on Si Qingjiu and his son.

These two are simply walking topics.

"Qingjiu, I'm afraid we can't accept your gift. What about your clothes?" Cheng Zhuo said while holding back a smile, breaking the door between the father and son who were angry with each other.

Upon hearing this, Shen Huating immediately turned his head quietly, looked at the suitcase being played with by several children, and laughed, seeming to be gloating no matter how he looked at it.

Si Qingjiu looked at him, eyes narrowed slightly: "What should I do? Whoever caused the trouble should be the one to clean it up."

"How do we clean it up?" Le Yan asked curiously, "By the way, Xiaojiu, what's your son's name? I almost forgot."

"Yes, hahahaha, you father and son are so funny that I forgot to ask." Wang Shengze also nodded quickly. They all realized that they didn't know the child's name yet.

"His name is..."

"My name is Tingting." Shen Huating quickly interrupted, fearing that his dead father would say some messed up name.

Si Qingjiu pursed his lips: "Si Huating."

Shen Huating breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, there was nothing strange.

"Hahaha, Tingting is so cute when he acts like a little adult." Cheng Zhuo really likes this child. He looks like he is very naughty, but also very likable.

Si Qingjiu didn't think it was cute. He had never treated this guy as a child, so he said coldly, "Son, your father's food, clothing, shelter and transportation will all depend on you from now on."

"???" Shen Huating was shocked and pointed at himself: "Depend on me?"

"certainly."

"I'm still a child!" Shen Huating couldn't believe it. His dead father was so hateful.

Si Qingjiu smiled, so innocently: "But your father has nothing now, because of you, so how about we sleep on the street?"

“This…” Shen Hua Ting was exhausted.

"It's pitiful to sleep on the street."

"You also know how pitiful it is, so tell me what to do." Si Qingjiu crossed his arms and looked at him with raised eyes.

Shen Huating didn’t want to care about him, but he didn’t know whether it was because he had grown smaller and his brain had changed, or he wanted to make a good impression on everyone, so he scratched his head and said, “Then I’ll give you some pocket money.”

"Okay, how many?" Si Qingjiu's eyes lit up.

Shen Huating took out a candy box from the small backpack he was carrying, handed it over, and said reluctantly: “Here you go.”

Si Qingjiu took it without hesitation and opened it. Inside was a neatly organized stack of money, both red and green.

Roughly speaking, there should be about a thousand.

There is also a card next to it.

Si Qingjiu was satisfied and patted his head: "My son is so cute. He knows how to respect his father. I am so happy. Remember to do the same in the future."

"Don't even think about it." Shen Huating refused without a second thought. What kind of dream was it to pay tribute to his dead father?

Si Qingjiu immediately covered his chest with his hands, looking hurt: "My son is rebellious, and it breaks my heart."

【Hahahaha, Si Qingjiu, I didn’t expect you to be such a dramatic actor. 】

[I can’t take it anymore. I’m dying of laughter. This father and son are just too funny.]

[Son, your dad is cheating you out of your pocket money. You better be careful. Your dad has fooled you several times.]

[I thought the father and son had changed their personalities and were going to play the role of loving father and filial son. I was naive.]

[When the kid comes to his senses, I wonder if he will cry. His pocket money is gone just like that. How miserable.]

Shen Huating didn't cry, but he started to sulk again and didn't intend to pay attention to his dead father.

Si Qingjiu didn't care whether he responded or not, and happily distributed the box of toys to several children, "Come on, kids, take whatever you like, brother will give it to you."

"That's not good." Cheng Zhuo had just finished speaking when his daughter excitedly ran to Si Qingjiu, grabbed his clothes, and said softly, "Pretty brother, is that true? Are you going to give Yingying a gift?"

"Really, our little Princess Yingying can choose any one you want." Si Qingjiu squatted down and touched her head with a smile.

"Yeah, handsome brother is so nice, I love you." Yingying happily kissed Si Qingjiu on the face and ran to pick out a gift.

Cheng Zhuo immediately became jealous. As an old father, he did not receive any loving kiss from his daughter today, nor did his daughter call him so sweetly.

Looking at Si Qingjiu with resentment, he was jealous.

Le Yan and Wang Shengze were also the same. They watched helplessly as their child, who was always in a bad mood, turned into a sweet girl and kept calling Si Qingjiu "handsome brother". They felt so jealous.

Lin Suoran is better. Although his younger brother also hangs around Si Qingjiu, he doesn't have the mentality of an old father.

But he felt a little conflicted. Si Qingjiu was obviously here to serve as his foil, but now she was more popular than him.

He could sense that Emperor Cheng and the others all liked Si Qingjiu and his son very much.

He was thinking about whether he should talk to his agent, but then he felt that it was unnecessary. He didn't know the other party and had no grudge against him, so there was no need to go out of his way to offend him.

The kids were very happy after choosing the ones they liked, but then the director suddenly jumped out and confiscated all the items.

This immediately led to a burst of crying.

Si Qingjiu felt a little guilty, but he forgot about it and only thought about destroying all of his cheap son's toys.

Facing several pairs of condemning gazes, Si Qingjiu smiled awkwardly and took her son to buy some clothes before the next step began.

He didn't pick and choose, but walked straight to a store with hangers at the door and a row of clothes hanging there with prices marked 99 per piece, 199 per piece, and 299 per piece.

I chose four pieces priced at 99 yuan and two pieces priced at 199 yuan. Then I went inside and picked out a few comfortable sweatpants. I then went to a small supermarket next door to buy some daily necessities. All in all, I spent less than 300 yuan.

When they heard the price, Cheng Zhuo and others were stunned. What could they do with three hundred yuan?

For them, the money for a portion of fruit is not enough.

Not only did he buy several sets of clothes for his whole body, he also bought some frozen buns and toffee chocolates for his son.

Isn't this too frugal?

"Qingjiu, you don't have to feel so aggrieved. If the money is not enough, ask the director team to move it over first." Cheng Zhuo said. It's not that they were unwilling to help. Their wallets, cell phones and other things were taken away on the plane, and now they are really penniless.

Si Qingjiu smiled and shook her head: "No, no, it's fine, they are all clothes, it's not like they can't be worn, it's okay."

[Whether he is just putting on a show or really means it, at least at this moment I think he is pretty good. ]

[I was actually a little touched by the sentence: They are all clothes, and it’s not like they can’t be worn.]

[Now the chain of contempt is very strong. Let alone 99 yuan, even if you wear clothes worth tens or hundreds of yuan, others will think they are cheap goods.

Rubbish. If a piece of clothing worth a few hundred dollars is not a brand name, it will look so low. 】

[Yes, I don’t know since when, brand names have replaced everything. Oh, it’s hard. ]

[In my girlfriend's company, everyone else's bags are either LV, Chanel or Hermès, but she only has a bag worth a few hundred yuan, and is laughed at by her colleagues every day.

I had no choice but to buy a cheap LV in installments, but they laughed at me and said it was out of season, so it was sold out. Later, my girlfriend couldn’t stand it anymore, so she quit her job and changed jobs. 】

[Our company is the same, everything is branded, watches cost hundreds of thousands, cars cost hundreds of thousands, everything they say is branded, eh.]

[It feels like this has become the norm. If you don’t have some branded clothes on you, you’re embarrassed to go out.]

The director saw that the topic of parents and teachers was still on the hot search and a new round of discussion about famous brands had come again, and he couldn't stop smiling.

Si Qingjiu is really his traffic password.

He had to be nicer to him.

Seeing that everyone was almost ready, the director did not stay and called everyone to go to the place where they were going to live next.

They were already in the town, which was not far away and only took about ten minutes to walk.

only.

Everyone looked at the red bricks and tiles in front of them...the house next to it had its walls falling off and looked messy in the wind.

There is an exquisite and beautiful courtyard next to it, which makes the surrounding houses look gray and miserable.

"Director, are we going to live here?" Le Yan took a look around. The house was quite big, but it felt very empty.

The director nodded while holding a loud speaker: "Yes, this is where you will be staying for the next week. The door to the room has been chosen for you. You can go and place your luggage first, and then start today's mission."

"What mission?" Cheng Zhuo asked.

Director: "Cook. There are ingredients in the refrigerator. You can make dinner by yourselves. Since everyone is tired after the long journey on the first day, the production team will provide you with the ingredients. From tomorrow on, you will have to be self-reliant."

Everyone was shocked.

"So cruel?"

"self catering?"

"No ingredients yet?"

"Director, doesn't your conscience hurt?"

The few little ones didn’t care, except for Shen Huating, who felt like it was a bolt from the blue.

His dead father wants to cook, cook.

Oh my God, what kind of suffering is this in the world.

[Look at Tingting, this little expression,

I am dying of laughter. 】

[Tingtingzi: I didn’t hear what you said clearly, please say it again.]

[I feel like I’m going to ascend to heaven, hahahahaha. ]

[What should I do? I am curious about the devilishness of Si Qingjiu's cooking skills.]

[Is Si Qingjiu's cooking scary? Dark cuisine? ]

The curiosity of the audience who had not seen the scene in the morning was aroused.

Si Qingjiu's curiosity was also aroused. He really wanted to try out his cooking skills to see how amazing they were.

Now that this opportunity has come, we must not let it go to waste.

Especially... looking at a little brat who seemed to have his soul out of his body, smiling with extremely malicious intent.

Shen Huating suddenly shuddered, and then he met his dead father's sinister smile, his face turned pale, and he rushed over, hugged his father's legs and howled: "Dad, Dad, I was wrong, I am so cute and well-behaved, you must not want to kill me, right, Dad."

Screw your image, your life is more important.

The truth is, his dead father was so despicable that he didn't even think of him as a child and let him go.

Cheng Zhuo and others were confused by Shen Huating's behavior. What happened? Why did he suddenly admit his mistake?

What did they miss?

Si Qingjiu raised her chin in a particularly noble and cool manner: "You make me unhappy with what you said."

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I don't know how to speak. Please forgive me. I won't do it again next time. Really, I was wrong." Shen Huating is flexible and never hesitates to admit his mistakes.

Cheng Zhuo and others were so stunned that they forgot to complain about the program crew.

The director was also confused at first, but after listening to the explanation of the cameraman who was filming Si Qingjiu and his son, he immediately became excited. This was another special search plan.

Cheng Zhuo thought for a moment and asked, "Why did Tingting admit his mistake?"

Shen Huating put on a vicissitudes of life and looked at him, with a melancholy tone: “You don’t understand.”

???

Chen Huating sighed again: "When God gives a man a great responsibility, he must endure hardships before he can enjoy happiness. I... forget it, Daddy, I was wrong."

“…”

Kids, are you acting like a drama queen?!