Under a sky full of stars, the guests, who had been busy all day, gradually drifted off into sweet dreams.

Birds are especially diligent in the early morning, always singing joyfully as the first rays of the rising sun appear.

Lan Qingyue and Chu Chu both went to bed late last night, and were both woken up by Xiao Yun. When Lan Qingyue went to open the door, Xiao Yun was standing outside, looking radiant and youthful. Her light makeup made her look even more energetic, and one couldn't help but sigh, "Youth is truly wonderful."

Compared to Xiaoyun, Lan Qingyue, who looks twenty-five, feels old. Sigh!

Xiaoyun peeked into the room and saw a plump little bun nestled in the center of the bed. Without a doubt, it was Chuchu, that little chubby dumpling. Xiaoyun's eyes sparkled; she really wanted to rush over and hug that chubby little thing. Sadly, she turned her head away, lowered her voice, and said, "Sister Lanlan, this is a freshly baked mission card! Director Cai wrote it by hand, hehe~ Today's mission starts at 8:30, so we need to be at headquarters before 8:30. Sister Lanlan, you get ready, I'm off!"

"Okay, see you later."

Lan Qingyue closed the door to the room, unfolded the task card, and wrote: "Good morning, dear guests! A beautiful and energetic day begins with the rising sun! There's a saying, 'Eat a good breakfast, a hearty lunch, and a light dinner.' What a happy thing it is to prepare a delicious and satisfying meal for your family every morning! Come on, dear guests, it's time to show your skills! Today, we'll have a feast for the eyes and the palate. Let's head to the base camp and get ready for today's task—each guest must make at least one type of pastry within the allotted time, Chinese or Western, steamed, baked, fried, or pan-fried."

Lan Qingyue: "..."

In summary, this morning's task was to make at least one type of pastry within the allotted time, which means starting with two.

So, all that writing by Director Cai was just him showing off his calligraphy?!

Tsk tsk, if your handwriting is nice, then write more. Just be happy.

Lan Qingyue tossed the task card onto the little dumpling's bottom, flicked the bulging lump, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

When Lan Qingyue finished washing up, the little bundle on the bed was still motionless, its bottom sticking up high, its hands pressed on the pillow, sleeping on its side with one cheek pouting and the other distorted, its soft hair a mess with a few mischievous frizzy strands.

"Chuchu, wake up!"

Lan Qingyue lifted the blanket, and Chu Chu was sleeping in a frog-like position again, her chubby legs bent up, making her chubby flesh particularly obvious.

The chubby boy remained motionless, with glistening drool at the corners of his mouth; he was probably dreaming about delicious food again.

Lan Qingyue patted Chu Chu's bouncy little bottom and raised her voice, "Chu Chu, wake up, let's go eat cake!"

I'm making pastries this morning, which naturally involves cakes.

The little bundle on the bed stirred, her chubby body falling to the side, her cheek pressing against the pillow, leaving a faint imprint. Her eyes were closed, her pink lips moving gently, as if savoring something delicious, as she whispered, "Cake, Mommy, come on, let's go eat cake~~~"

"Get up now, or you won't even get a crumb."

Chu Chu kept her eyes closed as Lan Qingyue washed and changed her clothes, then carried her downstairs to the base camp.