Chapter 2089 Hot Milk and Ice Milk

Passing through a beautifully and elegantly maintained courtyard, a main door made of sunken wood was being opened.

The video camera passed through the green plants and was now quickly aimed at the door, reflecting a slender figure.

He was wearing a white sweatshirt and gray trousers. Normally, the design of those trousers should have the trouser legs piled up on the feet after wearing them, which would just show a lazy and homely feeling. However, when he wore these trousers, a small section of his ankles was exposed, which made people notice the amazing and eye-catching length of his legs.

The man must have just gotten up and washed his face. There were still a few drops of water on his chin, and his messy hair was slightly wet.

He glanced at the recording crew, including the camera, and nodded faintly.

"Morning, come in."

"Good morning."

The man turned and walked inside. The staff of the recording team looked down and saw several pairs of neatly placed disposable slippers at the door. It seemed that they had made preparations in advance and bought slippers instead of shoe covers. This showed that the owner was quite particular and it was obvious that he loved this home.

Several people changed their shoes and walked into this big house that looked particularly beautiful from the outside.

The man filled a pot of water from the water purifier, brought a tray of cups to the living room, and began to pour water for them.

Several staff members thanked him almost in panic and lined up to take the cups.

At least there was someone who was a little brave enough to ask,

"Mr. Cheng, isn't Pian Pian up yet?"

"Rise up,"

The man curled the corners of his lips slightly.

"She got up earlier than me today. She's still washing up and will be down soon."

It is written in the plan that the program mainly records their daily lives, so there is actually no need for the guests to have too much interaction with the program team. They just need to live the same way as they usually do in front of the camera.

Chen Pianxian had told Cheng Zhiyuan this yesterday, so he didn't greet anyone too much. He just politely said "please do as you please" and turned into the kitchen.

The recording team then began to divide the work. Some people were responsible for installing the cameras in several locations, such as the kitchen, living room, backyard, front door, etc., and others were responsible for pointing the camera at Cheng Zhiyuan.

He had just washed the fruit and put it in the fruit bowl, and was now baking bread. He also fried an egg and heated a cup of milk. His technique was very skillful, and it was obvious that he did this often.

Just as the toast was done with a ding, footsteps were heard upstairs.

The sound, neither light nor heavy, ran through the corridor with a crackling sound, and it sounded so cheerful that it made people want to smile unconsciously.

The man with his head lowered in the camera then curled the corners of his lips in the morning light.

The footsteps clattered down the stairs, paused, and then a faint voice rang out.

"Good morning."

As early as when the footsteps were heard, the camera was pointed at the stairs, and at this moment her smiling face was recorded.

Shen Pianxian smiled naturally at everyone in the recording team, then went into the kitchen, took an apple from the fruit plate that the man had just put out, took a bite, and while eating, she inspected the kitchen seriously. Then, looking at the steaming milk in Cheng Zhiyuan's hand, she immediately let out a whine of shamelessness.

"Ah, I don't want to drink hot--"

Cheng Zhiyuan calmly brought breakfast to the table.

"no."

"Who wants to drink hot milk in the hot summer——"

"you."

Shen Pianpian: ...

This is the umpteenth time that protests have been ineffective.

Anyway, Miss Shen has to go through this every morning when she wakes up. In the end, she still has to frown and grumble, but she still drinks the hot milk obediently, like a primary school student.