Sure enough, Chaochao's attention was immediately diverted, and she followed Aunt Ning: "Then, then I want to wear the dress with little beads~"

Aunt Ning smiled and said, "No problem."

Behind them, Huo Qin rubbed his forehead and slowly exhaled.

That day, the blogger who posted "[A Daily Kitchen Trick]" lost twenty or thirty favorites within a minute. But the blogger didn't care, because this number of favorites was insignificant compared to the "hahahahahaha" comments filling his screen.

...

Jiang Chi's performance during the "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" live stream received praise from official media. The production team decided to capitalize on this momentum and have the post-production team speed up the editing process. Therefore, the first episode, originally scheduled to air a week later, will be released three days after the live stream ends, which is today at 6 PM.

Grandpa Huo had already installed the most advanced super-large screen TV in his house, and he called yesterday to tell them to return to the old house the next day.

At the same time, the old man bypassed Huo Qin and informed the employees of Huanyu that they could leave work an hour early today.

#EverydayHappinessForWorkingPeople#

Oh, by the way, Grandpa Huo also contacted Jiang Chi's parents, who are overseas, and asked them to watch the premiere.

Huo Baiyuan's father passed away early, and he always listened to his grandfather. He immediately expressed that he would give his full support. Moreover, they had been following their niece Chaochao's live streams, so they told the old man to rest assured.

So, after dinner that day, Chaochao, wearing a little beaded dress, sat in the middle, with Grandpa Huo and Huo Qin on either side, while Jiang Chi sat on a sofa chair to the side, "..."

Everyone sat around the TV, waiting for the variety show to start.

Chaochao in the middle was so excited about appearing on TV that her short legs dangled and swayed excitedly.

After the broadcast began.

Chaochao stared blankly at the sight of herself crying uncontrollably as she was forced to hand over her candy. The new TV Grandpa bought had such a large screen and such a clear picture that Chaochao's snot was longer than her head.

"..."

The little dumpling pouted and buried itself in Huo Qin's arms with a look of grief and indignation.

Waaaaah! The photographer promised to take really beautiful pictures of her!!! The adults really broke their promise again!!!

Grandpa Huo comforted her, "It's alright, it's alright, you're still very cute, aren't you?"

If Chaochao turned around, she would see that her grandfather, who had been comforting her, was already beaming with joy.

When the scene showed the little dumpling in a bright green dress walking among the Paw Patrol members, and Xiao Qing mistook her for a "vegetarian dog," all the adults present couldn't help but laugh, while Jiang Chi burst out laughing, slapping the sofa.

Jiang Chi was cleaning the dilapidated house at the time, so he wasn't there and didn't know about this incident.

He even laughed until tears streamed down his face.

What a noob!

Hmm... although sometimes it really does resemble a dog.

Jiang Chi laughed happily, completely ignoring the angry look in Chaochao's eyes behind him.

The program then aired the afternoon segment on catching chickens and collecting eggs.

The first episode ended there—

The scene of Chaochao crying and running away from the chicken coop, only to be chased down by a fighting chicken ten meters away and kicked to the ground, followed by Jiang Chi helping Chaochao up. Chaochao's straw hat was off, her hair was messy, her fair face was covered with patches of dirt, and her black grape-like eyes stared blankly at her brother. Three seconds later, the little girl finally came to her senses, and her tears gushed out like two streams of water arrows.

The cameraman even took an extremely long close-up shot.

Chaochao, watching on TV, was shocked by her own disheveled appearance. Even after falling, she had asked her brother if she looked good!

"Waaaaah—"

Overwhelmed with grief and indignation, the little dumpling buried its head in Huo Qin's arms.

"Pfft—"

A laugh suddenly came from above.

Chaochao looked up in disbelief, her large almond-shaped eyes questioning Huo Qin with a hint of resentment.

Dad, how can you laugh like that?

Don't you love me anymore?

"Sorry." Huo Qin, barely suppressing a laugh, patted the little girl's head to prevent her from seeing the other two's even more outrageous smiles. He paused, then said:

"I just remembered something funny."

Chaochao sulked, "What is it?"

"Hmm..." Huo Qin hesitated for a moment, since it was the little dumpling who asked...

"Your hat looks like it's covered in chicken poop."

Huo Qinhe reminded him.

Every day felt like being struck by lightning.

Those two streams of tears, exactly like those on the television, burst forth again: "Waaah—"