Since Du Xiaoruo transmigrated to this world, she has been eating Japanese, French, and Italian food at the Qiao family's house. Even when she eats Chinese food, it is high-end cuisine that is not commonly seen.

Du Xiaoruo was so moved that she almost cried when she tasted such a familiar home-style dish as Zhajiangmian (noodles with soybean paste) for the first time today.

The sauce is rich and the noodles are chewy. Paired with refreshing bean sprouts, cucumber shreds, and carrot shreds, the taste is absolutely amazing.

As soon as the noodles with soybean paste were served, no one spoke; all that could be heard was the slurping sound of people eating.

Ni An had only taken two bites of noodles when she looked up and realized that everyone's bowls were almost empty, especially Xiao Shu, who kept shoveling noodles into his mouth. She was really curious how someone so small could finish a whole bowl of noodles so quickly.

"Um... there are still some noodles in the kitchen. You can ask for more if you want more."

When Ni An was cooking noodles, she really didn't expect that ordinary fried noodles would be so popular in the entertainment and high-society circles.

Mu Hua was the first to stand up. "I'm done eating."

Then he took the empty bowl and went into the kitchen.

In the live stream room,

[The actor still has good manners; he even knew to take his bowl to the kitchen after finishing his meal.]

Isn't cleaning up your own dishes a basic courtesy? Is this something worth singled out for praise?

[Don't get agitated, upstairs. I'm specifically addressing those people who throw down their bowls after eating and then collapse on the sofa, like my husband.]

Wait a minute, something's not right with the actor's style.

Mu Hua, who had already said he was finished eating, took his bowl and went straight to the remaining bowl of noodles with soybean paste. He put the soybean paste and side dishes into the bowl and started mixing them generously.

Mu Hua had just put a mouthful of noodles in her mouth when she looked down and saw three little ones standing in front of her.

She glared at him fiercely, holding an empty bowl.

Little Shu clenched her little fists and protested, "Daddy cheated!"

Xiangxiang stared wide-eyed and said softly, "Uncle Muhua, didn't you say you were full? We want to eat too."

Mu Hua quickly swallowed the noodles, then took another big bite, answering indistinctly.

"Hmm... I got hungry again as soon as I walked from the restaurant to the kitchen. Kids shouldn't eat so much."

In the live stream room,

[Hahaha, Mu Hua, you really dare to say that! The three little ones are starting to question their existence now.]

[Mu Hua, I never expected you to be such a great actor. I can't look at your portrayals of powerful figures the same way anymore.]

[Watching this makes me so hungry! I want to eat jajangmyeon (black bean noodles) too, waaaaaah~~~]

【I'm calling Beibei Restaurant right now to order some noodles. I swear I'll die if I don't get to eat this bowl of noodles today!】

[To the person upstairs: The reservation phone number hasn't been released yet. Everyone's waiting for it to be announced so they can place their orders. Whether you can get a table depends entirely on how fast you are.]

Damn it, I'm going to upgrade my internet speed right now.

In the restaurant, Du Xiaoruo and the others finished their noodles with soybean paste. Ni An was clearing the dishes from the table when they heard a crying sound coming from the kitchen.

Then Xiaoshu and Xiangxiang came out of the kitchen, wiping away their tears.

"What's wrong? Think about it?" Xia Qing quickly stood up and pulled her daughter into her arms. "Tell Mom what happened? Did you fall?"

Lele helped explain in a low voice, "It's because Uncle Muhua ate the rest of the noodles, and they were sad because they didn't get to eat any."

The mention of Zhajiangmian (noodles with soybean paste) made her cry even louder, "I never thought anyone would steal a child's food."

"That person is my father, ah~~~ my sadness is too great." Xiao Shu looked up and cried.

Everyone thought something had happened, but after hearing what the children said, they breathed a sigh of relief and found it a little funny.

The perpetrator, Movie Emperor Mu, strolled leisurely out of the kitchen, looking completely unconcerned.

"Has everyone finished eating? Let's have a meeting."

In the live stream room,

You're stealing food from children, and you still have the nerve to hold a meeting?

[I can't admire someone any younger than three years old.]

[It's over. From now on, I'll automatically associate any of Mu Hua's future roles with this scene. This "noodle-with-grandpa" actor ruined his own acting career.]

Everyone sat down at the table again. Mu Hua made a "shut up" gesture to the two heartbroken children, and the two little ones obediently shut their mouths, their loud crying turning into soft sobs.

Mu Hua instantly reverted to his composed and steady demeanor.

"Here's the thing, I discussed it with Teacher Ni this morning. Because we have limited manpower and limited capabilities, we can't make very complicated dishes, so we've decided to sell hot pot."

"Hot pot is relatively simple. Teacher Ni is in charge of the most technically challenging part, the broth. The rest is just some washing and cleaning. With a little effort, the rest of us can manage it."

"So? Do you have any different opinions?"

The others shook their heads, seemingly finding no better solution. It must be said that although Mu Hua was only three years old, she was very thoughtful in her actions.

"If there are no objections, then let's take a lunch break. We still have a lot to do this afternoon, so everyone should get some rest."

Du Xiaoruo doesn't have the habit of taking a midday nap. After everyone went upstairs to rest, the lobby on the first floor became quiet.

The whole morning was chaotic, but now that it's finally quiet, she's enjoying this time alone.

I spent some time in the small rest room, enjoying the birdsong and fragrant flowers outside, and relaxing my tense nerves.

She went back to the kitchen, picked up the ingredients from the floor, and put them one by one on the food rack.

One of the bags contained ingredients for making ice cream. Many hot pot restaurants offer free self-service ice cream, so this isn't surprising.

As Du Xiaoruo picked up the ingredients, her dessert-making skills, ingrained in her genes, began to stir.

With her eyes closed, she could almost see whipped cream forming tiny peaks, silky smooth milk custard, and ice cream coming out of the freezer, emitting a sweet, cool aroma, and smell the unique, captivating sweetness of the desserts.

Du Xiaoruo unpacked the package and took out a small portion of the ingredients; she wanted to make a small serving of vanilla ice cream.

There was a dedicated camera in the room. The cameraman was supposed to rest during the lunch break, but when he noticed Du Xiaoruo fiddling with something in the kitchen, he turned on the camera.

In the live stream room,

[I was wondering why Du Xiaoruo wasn't in her room; turns out she was busy in the kitchen!]

[Is it really that complicated? Everyone else is resting, and she's the only one working on it, making it seem like she's so capable.]

[Is the person upstairs suffering from some serious illness? It's none of your business if they don't want to rest. And you're even commenting on this? You're such a nitpicker.]

[Stop arguing, everyone. Am I the only one who noticed that Du Xiaoruo's technique is very professional? It doesn't seem like an amateur's at all.]

Now that you mention it, it does seem true. But it's normal for wealthy women to have a lot of free time and take classes like flower arranging and baking.

When Lele woke up from her afternoon nap, she saw that Du Xiaoruo's room door was still closed, and assumed that she was still resting.

He rubbed his eyes and went downstairs with his messy curly hair.

Before the others had gotten up, Lele went into the kitchen and found Du Xiaoruo there.

"Good afternoon, Mom." Qiao Lele greeted Du Xiaoruo obediently.

The Qiao family has always valued basic etiquette, such as greeting elders, so both of their children are very polite.

Du Xiaoruo put down the oven instruction manual in her hand, turned around and gave Qiao Lele a mysterious smile.

She walked over to the freezer, opened the door, took out a small box of ice cream, and handed it to him.

As soon as Qiao Lele took it, she smelled the sweet aroma of vanilla ice cream.

Is it ice cream?

"Um."

Du Xiaoruo remembered the last time she made ice cream for Qiao Lele at home, it turned into a pumpkin. Today at noon, she had some free time, so she specially made a tub of ice cream for him.

In the live stream room,

Du Xiaoruo is really good to Lezai; she even used her lunch break to make him ice cream.

Wow, Mom made this ice cream herself! Lezai must be so happy!

Qiao Lele looked at the ice cream with a happy expression, but after thinking for a moment, he put the ice cream back in the freezer.

"Don't you like it?" Du Xiaoruo asked, somewhat surprised.

Lele shook her head and explained softly, "No, I want to save it to eat with my younger brother and sister."

He remembered that he and Xiaoshu hadn't been able to have noodles with soybean paste at noon, and this tub of ice cream should be enough for the three of them to share.

[Oh my god, what an angelic child! So heartwarming!]

Honestly, I always thought children from wealthy families were spoiled, but I never expected Lele to be so sensible.

[It should be said that they have good family upbringing. Wealthy families are different from nouveau riche; they really value their children's education.]

In the kitchen break room, three children squatted on the floor, forming a circle around a wicker chair, with a small bucket of ice cream steaming in the middle of the chair.

Xiao Shu stared wide-eyed in disbelief, repeatedly confirming.

Are all these ice creams for the three of us?

After receiving an affirmative answer from Lele, Xiaoshu asked again,

"Did your brother's mother make all this ice cream?"

"Um."

Lele nodded modestly, her long, thick eyelashes drooping down, her big eyes filled with pride.

"Amazing!" Little Book stretched out his chubby arm and showered Lele with hearts.

She had been wanting to eat ice cream for a long time, but no one else had touched it, so she felt embarrassed to eat first and could only keep swallowing her saliva as she looked at the ice cream bucket.

After a while, thinking about it, he finally couldn't help but look up and ask.

"Brother, what are we waiting for? Are we waiting for the ice cream to get cold?"

In the live stream room,

[Hahaha, once the ice cream cooled down, I realized my little princess is actually a hidden comedian.]

The kids this year are all so well-behaved, unlike that brat from so-and-so's family in the first season—just thinking about him makes me angry.

"Let's eat quickly." Lele handed the spoons to her younger siblings.

Little Shu scooped up a big spoonful of ice cream and put it in her mouth, squinting her round little eyes in enjoyment. This ice cream is just too, too delicious!

Imagine taking a small bite of sweet, cool ice cream, giving a thumbs up.

"I've never had such delicious ice cream before. It's really incredibly soft and creamy, like eating clouds from the sky."

Like eating clouds from the sky, we can see that even princesses have a touch of romance in them.

【Ughhhhhh~~~~ Why haven't they released the order hotline yet? I want ice cream too!】

First it was Zhajiangmian (noodles with soybean paste), then ice cream—this is completely blocking my path to dieting!

[Upstairs, there's hot pot tonight. That's practically sealing off your path to weight loss with cement, hahaha.]

After finishing a small tub of ice cream, Xiaoshu turned to look at Lele, her face full of anticipation, and asked...

"Brother, where did you buy your mom? I want a mom like that too. Is it very expensive? Can I buy one with a loan?"

Xiao Shu also has a cute little curly head, but his natural curls are exceptionally black. When he squats on the ground looking pitifully at Lele, he looks just like a little black teddy bear.

Lele reached out and patted his round head, comforting him.

"Mom wasn't bought; she was the woman who loved Dad."

Xiao Shu propped herself up on her knees and stood up, her round, chubby face scrunched up in thought.

He put his chubby arms behind his back, swung his short legs over to Mu Hua, raised his hand, and gave Mu Hua a solid slap on the bottom.

Muttering to himself

"Serves you right for stealing children's food, for being so useless. Now no woman will love you anymore!"