Mo Bei: "..."

If it's not for the sake of their show, then this is really interesting.

Netizen: [Effective my foot! He just doesn't care about his own mother.]

Netizen: [It's so awful that she doesn't even know what her own mother likes.]

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. An Ran, who was standing to the side, was a little confused. "Excuse me, I wanted to ask a question. Isn't this something that my mother-in-law should decide?"

"No, we asked without our mothers-in-law knowing, so we already had the answer beforehand."

The host's lips twitched slightly. What did An Ran mean? Did she think there was something wrong with them or with Teacher Mo Yan? Or did she think Teacher Mo Yan would just say that everything they said was right?

"No...so none of them are right?" Mo Bei was also confused. How could none of them be right? "Mom, didn't you used to buy mangoes every day?"

"That's because your wife likes to eat it. It's not that I like to eat it; I'm allergic to mangoes, have you forgotten?"

Mo Yan looked at Mo Bei calmly, noticing the indifference and resentment in his eyes.

Mo Bei: !!!

Netizen: [You didn't even know your mother was allergic to mangoes? You unfilial son!]

Netizen: [What other unfilial sons answer questions like, "What does it mean that your mother hates your wife the most?" Isn't this deliberately setting a trap?]

Netizen: [Having such a son and still not driven to death, Teacher Mo must have it so tough.]

"Okay, because you didn't answer correctly, you won't get dinner."

The host looked at them with regret.

As for the other two families, they happily began eating their meal.

Mo Yan looked at the vegetable salad in front of her, took a bite, and her lips twitched.

Damn, this is the worst salad I've ever had.

She tasted several bites without changing her expression.

Wangwang's mom rushed over, "How can you just eat grass? Come on, let me eat our carrot and beef stew. Let me try a bite of your grass."

An Ran was trembling with anger. How could it be grass?

She took a bite and immediately spat it out. "Good heavens, how can there be such awful grass? It's bitter, sour, and astringent. Don't eat it!"

Wangwang's mother pulled Moyan away in one go.

The host was a little confused; it couldn't possibly taste that bad.

An Ran felt even more upset after hearing this.

"May I try some? My salad is quite delicious."

It's just a salad, you can make it easily with a little effort.

"Can."

The host agreed.

She immediately took a bite, and her expression changed instantly. But she quickly realized that she had made it herself and hurriedly spoke up.

"I think it's alright."

Everyone's not blind, okay? Her expression just now already says it all, doesn't it?

"Then you finish eating. You and Mo Bei finish eating."

An Ran's face stiffened, and she looked at the host mechanically and awkwardly, "Aren't we not allowed to eat it?"

"You can eat this. Salads aren't very filling. You can have it."

An Ran: "..." This food is so awful.

Mo Bei immediately came over and said, "I'll eat."

Mo Bei took a bite, and it tasted awful too.

But they couldn't show it yet; they could only eat with a bitter expression.

Netizen: [This must taste awful; even I couldn't stomach it.]

Netizen: [I suspect she deliberately made it so bad to get back at Teacher Mo.]

Netizen: [Yeah, yeah. She always says on Weibo that she's really amazing.]

Netizen: [Of course you have to eat what you made yourself. Teacher Mo is really having a tough time; it tastes awful, yet she still ate two bites.]

Anran and her companion had no way to express their suffering, having eaten the most unpalatable salad of their lives.

"Okay, now it's our relaxation time. Everyone is free to do as they please. We'll have a game tomorrow morning, so please look forward to it!"

Hearing this, they all felt a sense of anticipation.

On the way back by car, Mo Yan received a phone call.

"Teacher, I need your help. I have a surgery that requires anesthesia, but she can't administer it. Please come and help me."

After receiving the call, Mo Yan looked at the director.

"Don't worry, Teacher Mo, we'll send someone to take you there."

"Thank you then."

They naturally wanted to support her in matters of life and death, but they never expected that Teacher Mo Yan was actually a doctor.

"Teacher Mo Yan, are you a doctor?"

"Yeah, I took a few certification exams when I had free time before." Mo Yan looked at the camera casually.

What certificate?

He suddenly became curious.

"Like traditional Chinese medicine, Western medicine, teacher's qualification certificate, lawyer's license, chef's license, pastry chef's license, and the like."

Cameraman: "..."

"Teacher, how can you be so amazing?"

Netizen: [Teacher, how can you be so outstanding?]

Netizen: [I don't even know what to say about such trash.]

Netizen: [Teacher, do you need a daughter? I'd definitely be the most obedient kind, able to serve you tea and water, and even be your food taster!]

Netizen: [Teacher, I can be your part-time cleaner, meals included.]

They arrived at the hospital quickly, where Ji Fei was already waiting.

Mo Yan took the white coat they had prepared and immediately put it on, then quickly tied her hair up.

She looked so divine at that moment.

They couldn't go in; they had to wait outside.

...

Anran and Mobei were in the room, and Anran was crying in distress.

"Honey, I'm so sorry, what I cooked tasted awful."

"It's okay, everyone has a first time. It's normal to fail the first time you cook, the first time you cook, the first time you mess up, the first time you cook. Don't be sad, okay?"

Netizens were stunned when they heard this.

Netizen: "Did I hear that right? I think I heard 'first time cooking'?"

Netizens commented: "Isn't her persona that of a food expert? What do you mean by 'first time cooking'?"

One netizen commented, "Maybe he was making desserts before."

Netizen: "Weibo also has videos, okay?"

"Even though I know, I still feel really sorry for you. And Mom must be very unhappy that neither of us answered the questions correctly. I saw it myself; she left as soon as we left the hotel and hasn't come back yet."

An Ran saw the old woman leave with a dark face, and she didn't know if she didn't want to continue recording.

"You think Mom doesn't want to continue recording? You should call her right away and ask. If it's because I didn't do a good enough job, I can apologize."

Netizens commented: "How can they be so shameless? Would everyone have believed it if it hadn't been live-streamed the whole thing?"

Netizen: [Yeah, maybe they don't even know what a live stream means—it means there's absolutely no editing.]

Netizens commented: "Anyway, her public image has completely collapsed."

"I know, don't worry. She's a grown woman, how could she get lost? I'll just make a phone call in a bit."

Mo Bei didn't care at all, or rather, he was still angry.

He was starting to regret having his mother come over, because things had to go wrong.

"But... what if we get lost? We still need to go look for it."

An Ran said with great concern, "We can't let the film crew be delayed."