The little dumpling, whose head was nodding from sleepiness, finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell backward onto the bed with a "plop," while the watch rolled to the side.

Jiang Chi, who had been waiting for the right opportunity: "..."

He reluctantly ground down his back molars.

She poked Chaochao Nuomici's cheek with her fingertip as if venting her anger, watching the chubby baby face quickly bounce back, like a dough ball in the process of fermentation.

Jiang Chi suddenly understood why so many people like to make glutinous egg waffles; it really is a stress reliever.

...Never mind, I'll ask again tomorrow.

"Teacher Jiang, I have your phone number."

The cameraman hesitated before pointing to his phone on the table.

Jiang Chi was surprised.

He actually got someone to greet him?

A minute later, Jiang Chi returned expressionlessly after finishing his phone call with his "He Shan" uncle. "..."

Thank you, but he might as well remain an orphan.

Jiang Chi lowered his eyes and stared at Chaochao's chubby cheek, which was flattened when she slept with her head turned to the side. It looked like it would be easy to pinch.

I recalled the warning from my uncle about "severing my hand".

Jiang Chi managed to restrain himself in time.

Tsk, he's not stupid.

He can pinch the camera off-camera, and then pinch it several times to make up for it.

The drowsy little girl was scooped up by her brother and washed like a puppy toy, completely unaware of the hand secretly groping her face under the towel.

The hand loosened, and Chaochao then fell back onto the bed with a "splat".

In the dead of night in the countryside, all was quiet. In the dim light after the incandescent bulbs were turned off, Chaochao, half-asleep, slowly opened her eyes a crack.

The young man leaned against the headboard, covering most of the child's body, and the outline of him quietly swatting a mosquito appeared in a hazy halo under the moonlight.

Jiang Chi could distinguish mosquitoes by their sounds, his dark eyes following the black dots that swayed back and forth, a cold smile playing on his lips.

If you're so capable, don't die by my hand.

If you manage to suck a little blood today, consider it a loss for him.

As he spoke, he casually pressed down on a bursting protein with his long fingers.

He was wiping his hands when the corner of his clothes was tugged.

Bowing his head.

"Brother..." Still half asleep, Chaochao suddenly pulled the covers over her head, covering herself completely, her hands and feet hidden. Her muffled, childlike voice came from under the covers, "This way... I won't... get bitten by mosquitoes..."

Jiang Chi: "...What if there's a mosquito inside the blanket?"

Good question, I haven't thought about it yet.

"Then... I'll fart... and stink it to death!"

The little girl's voice was both cute and fierce, and with her mind completely fogged up, she had seemingly forgotten her fairy-like persona.

A very good idea: kill fifty enemies, but lose eight hundred of your own.

Jiang Chi waited for Chaochao to continue rambling, but nothing came of it for a long time.

When the blanket was lifted, the little dumpling inside, with its eyes closed, had a face that was flushed red.

Jiang Chi: "..."

Instead of suffocating the mosquitoes with the stench, I suffocated myself first.

...

The Huo family home, master bedroom.

Having finished washing up, Huo Qin emerged from the bathroom, his body still damp. A half-strand of wet hair covered his forehead, and his deep gaze was fixed on the half-flat silk quilt.

This was the first time Chaochao had left home.

Huo Qin thought of the little dumpling holding his finger and nagging worriedly last night.

Thinking of this, Huo Qin's pale lips curled into a slight, nonchalant chuckle.

Does he not get to sleep without dumplings?

Huo Qinping lay down, his posture dignified, and closed his eyes.

She tried her best to ignore the discomfort of not having her warm, cuddly baby in her arms.

Ten minutes later.

The man, tossing and turning, turned to adjust the brightness of the nightlight with a cold expression.

Half an hour later.

"..."

Huo Qin opened his eyes indifferently, his gaze seemingly piercing through the ceiling, his lips pressed into a straight line.

I can't sleep.

I really can't sleep.

The man stood up, a twitch at the corner of his mouth, seemingly finding his current outburst absurd.

So it turns out, it was him who wasn't used to it.

Seven o'clock in the morning.

Lin Cheng received a call from President Huo. The man's hoarse, cold voice, tinged with a hint of irritation, came through the phone: "Make Zou Shilin start broadcasting as soon as possible."

While brushing his teeth, Lin Cheng blankly checked the time. Hmm, 7:10 is right. Whose live broadcast starts so early?

The main point is, it seems like he hasn't started work yet!

Huo Qin leaned back in his leather office chair, his handsome face showing a hint of weariness.

President Huo, who was in the process of "withdrawing" from his dumpling habit, stared intently at the "live broadcast not started" sign on the computer screen with his dark eyes as sharp as a blade, exuding a dangerous aura.

After a few moments, the camera shook several times before finally revealing a blurry figure sleeping soundly on the bed.

The man's expression softened slightly.

...

A cheerful nursery rhyme played over the loudspeaker in the village alley. Chaochao, still sleepy-eyed, got up and gave the camera a big yawn, looking as soft and cuddly as a kitten nestled comfortably in its mother's arms.

By this time, a large number of viewers had already settled in the live stream room, waiting for Chaochao to wake up.

[Chaochao is finally awake! Mommy's daughter gives her a kiss! Mua!]

[Baby Chaochao is so cute even when she just woke up! Aww!]

[Who knew I'd been watching the brother and sister sleep for two hours...]

[This season's production team is really smart; they've quickly started a 24/7 live stream!]

Jiang Chi, who woke up half an hour earlier than the little dumpling, had already brought breakfast. His peach blossom eyes swept over the camera with a hint of doubt.

He probably remembers that the live streams for the first two seasons didn't start this early.

"Come wash your face as soon as you get up."

Jiang Chi said something, then turned around to look.

Chaochao, with her wildly styled hair, sat blankly on the bed, her little face fixed on a bright red mosquito bite on her leg—

Then, with utmost solemnity, he made a cross on it, both horizontally and vertically.

Jiang Chi: "..."

Chaochao smiled contentedly.

Jiang Chi covered the camera with his coat and changed Chaochao's clothes.

The little one in the back was not convinced and insisted on dressing herself.

Sure enough, Chaochao, who was trying to shove her head into her sleeve, got stuck again, as quiet as a quail, feeling guilty.

"..."

Chaochao, who obediently let Jiang Chi do as he pleased, caught a glimpse of the red spots on her brother's arm with her sharp eyes.

As Jiang Chi finished dressing her, he looked down and met the little dumpling's bright, fiery eyes.

Jiang Chi: "No."

The torch's eye instantly melted, becoming soft and watery.

"..."