Hmph, you old fox, you think you can outsmart me? No way!

The guests were ready, and the director gave a whistle. Everyone started to get to work, but... they all stared blankly at the flour on the table.

Director Tsai, hiding behind the camera: "..."

Hahaha~ Although this is not the right occasion to laugh out loud, I still can't help it, hahaha!

A young director walked over and asked Director Cai, "Director, aren't you afraid of 'total annihilation' when you assigned this task?"

These people are all very busy. They probably have very little time to cook. It's already good enough if they can cook, let alone make pastries. The young man felt a deep sense of regret for those ingredients. Their purpose was to be made into delicious food, but now they're going to be ruined.

Director Cai stroked his chubby double chin leisurely, "What's there to be afraid of? These people are all shrewd and resourceful. Do you think they won't be flexible? We'll just wait and see."

Director Tsai really enjoys filming these variety shows, and he always comes up with all sorts of creative ideas, which is why many people are willing to accept his variety show scripts.

The young man scratched his head and said, "I don't need to worry about teachers like Lan, Yu, and Guan, but it's different with Teacher Si. Director Cai, aren't you worried he'll blow up the pot?"

Siming can't cook, as you can tell from Sisi and Sijingxuan. Every time Siming tells him to cook, those two little darlings act like someone has a knife to their throats, showing a lot of resistance.

Director Cai and Wang Siming took a few more glances and snorted, "If he blows up the pot, he's not human!"

If you can't even use a pot, are you even human?

Right? Right? Right?

Director Cai then watched with a mischievous grin as the guests frantically tried to make a move.

Qi Yu didn't want to be on camera. He wasn't interested in how the guests made pastries. He found a quiet spot, picked up his laptop, and his long, slender hands danced nimbly across the keyboard. Occasionally, when he got tired, he would rub his temples, but his gaze would inadvertently linger on a pretty figure.

Lan Qingyue was wearing a floral apron and gloves and kneading dough.

When she was at home, she had only made a few kinds of Chinese pastries that could be steamed; she had never made any Western-style ones.

Like a little glutton, Chu Chu kept circling around Lan Qingyue, occasionally standing on tiptoe, her chubby paws scratching at the table, her double chin resting on the surface, her little pink lips moving as she softly and sweetly asked, "Mommy, when are you going to make a cake? Chu Chu wants to eat cake~~~"

Lan Qingyue slowly kneaded the dough and replied, "I don't know how to make a cake."

Although she often watches videos of people making cakes—at least ninety, if not a hundred—she has never tried it herself and doesn't know if she can succeed, so she automatically categorizes it as—"can't make it."

neat:"……"

The little guy's chubby face instantly fell, his glistening lips pursed, and he prepared a large mouthful of saliva, only to swallow it down in anger, choking abruptly, "Cough cough cough~~~"

The little guy coughed until his face was red, and with teary eyes, he looked at Qi Yu not far away, begging for a hug.

"Look at you, why are you so agitated?"

It's just a cake, why are you craving it like this? Anyone who didn't know better would think you haven't eaten for days.

Lan Qingyue silently grumbled to herself.

The little guy frowned, broke free from Lan Qingyue's hand, and ran unsteadily in another direction.