Upon arriving at the base camp, Chu Chu, who had been sleeping soundly on Lan Qingyue's shoulder, seemed to have been turned on and immediately woke up. She scurried out of Lan Qingyue's arms and ran towards Qi Yu, who was walking against the light, with her short legs.

Lan Qingyue put her hands on her hips, too lazy to even lift her eyelids. This little chubby boy, at such a young age, is already a member of the "appearance association." What will he be like when he grows up?

Qi Yu bent down slightly and easily picked up the little chubby baby. The staff members watched with envy, as they also wanted to hold little Chu Chu.

This morning's routine was similar to the last time we made dumplings: one person per table, one chair, and one kneading mat.

The production team somehow acquired two ovens, a steamer, a frying pan, an electric griddle, and a deeper frying pan.

The guests: "???"

Things don't seem to be as simple as the task card says.

Everyone looked at Director Cai, who was hiding behind the camera with a look of envy, with puzzled expressions. He looked at Chu Chu in Qi Yu's arms, his face showing a mix of sadness, excitement, and frustration, a perfect fan-shaped statistical chart of his expression.

Siming walked over with a grin and patted Director Cai on the back. "Brother, what are you hiding here for? Hurry up and announce the mission."

These tools are obviously obtained by drawing lots, which means whether you make Western-style pastries or Chinese-style cakes depends on luck.

Director Cai shook his chubby body, dodging Si Yiming's clutches, and stood up with a hum. He jumped onto his special brick, picked up a new microphone, patted it, blew on it a few times to make sure it was working properly, and then spoke, "Good morning, dear guests! I'm your handsome and considerate Director Cai. Today, the sun is shining brightly, the birds are singing, the flowers are blooming, and I'm full of energy. Let's start this wonderful day with an interesting task!"

All the guests: "..."

Too flashy!

Just say what you want to say, why beat around the bush? In the end, we still have to complete the task, right?

Everyone stared blankly at Director Cai, who made no attempt to hide his mischievous grin. These guests were becoming increasingly aloof and familiar with his tactics. Knowing he was being frivolous, he awkwardly touched his chubby nose, raised his voice, and announced, "Dear guests, I believe you have all received your task cards. That's right, those handwritten, sincere task cards were written by me at five o'clock this morning. This morning, your task is to make pastries. It starts at 8:30 and ends at 12:00, which means you have three and a half hours to complete the task. During these three and a half hours, you must make at least two kinds of pastries. As for whether they are Chinese or Western, we will decide by drawing lots."

Director Cai jumped off the bricks, waved his hand, and gestured for everyone to look at the essential tools behind him.

Director Tsai: "As you can see from the tools behind me, there are six of them, one for each person. What kind of auxiliary tools you will receive will be decided by drawing lots. Now, let's start drawing lots."

After he finished speaking, a staff member came over carrying a cardboard box, and the guests lined up in an orderly fashion.

Simin was at the front. He closed his eyes and casually picked up a crumpled piece of paper. Sisi wanted to make a good impression, but the opportunity was gone.

Sisi pouted and protested, "Daddy, why didn't you let me draw a lot just now? I'm a lucky baby!"

She's so lucky!

"No!" Simin answered decisively. Other people's daughters are like warm cotton-padded jackets, while his daughter is like a leaky vest. He didn't want to be tricked again.