The little dumpling, wrapped in a thin blanket and sporting a trendy bird's nest hairstyle from twenty years ago, asked in a still somewhat dazed voice, "Sister... what time is it...?"

The PD who accompanied the little one outside the bedroom came in as soon as the little one got up and replied softly:

"It's only 6:30, let Chaochao sleep a little longer."

Of the five children, the youngest, Chaochao, was the first to wake up, which surprised the production team.

It's not seven o'clock yet...

My brother hasn't come back yet...

Chaochao squinted and sniffed; the boot-up process had reached 80%.

Although her brother told her to go back to sleep when she woke up, Chaochao found herself too hungry to sleep.

She touched her tummy, slowly climbed out of bed, washed her face and brushed her teeth, and finally scribbled a haircut in front of the fixed camera lens.

The viewers in the live stream were completely captivated.

Waaah, the early bird catches the worm! And those who stay up all night get to enjoy fresh food every day!

Chaochao, munching on a small bread sponsored by the program team, strolled to the courtyard gate, gazing at the sea dyed golden by the morning light, a faint sense of melancholy in her big eyes.

After eating an apricot, Chaochao still felt a little hungry. There were still some cherry tomatoes left over from yesterday's gifts from her older brother Leibao, so Chaochao stood by the table, tilted her head back, grabbed a few, and popped them into her mouth.

At first, the little dumpling was standing, but later, because she was already sleep-deprived from getting up too early, Chaochao started to feel sleepy after having a little bit of food.

She glanced longingly at the small bowl on the table.

...Three minutes later.

Chaochao lay back down on the bed, but this time a plastic stool was placed next to the bed, with the bowl of cherry tomatoes that were almost gone.

Chaochao lay on her side on the edge of the bed with her eyes half-closed, propping her head up with one hand, and slowly picked up a tomato from the bowl and put it in her mouth with the other.

As the audience watched, they automatically associated the scene with the melodious tunes of traditional opera. And you know what? At that moment, Chaochao looked like a lazy Xiugou, basking in the warm spring sunshine.

As Chaochao's head drooped lower and lower, her hand movements slowed down, until finally she rolled over and lay flat on the bed, closing her eyes drowsily, with the last cherry tomato still in her mouth, occasionally chewing it once or twice.

"laugh……"

The faint sound lingered in the bedroom, unnoticed by anyone.

A slight coolness washed over her cheek, and Chaochao's curled eyelashes trembled. She reached out to wipe them away before drifting back to sleep.

While Chaochao woke up and fell asleep again, Jiang Chi was still drifting on the sea with the other fathers.

After living for more than 20 years, Jiang Chi realized that he was actually seasick!

The fishing boat bobbed up and down with the waves, and Jiang Chi gripped the railing beside him with a grim expression.

Having finished vomiting, Peng Peng weakly patted Jiang Chi's shoulder: "Jiang Chi, if you want to vomit, just vomit. There's nothing shameful about it."

Jiang Chi forced himself to suppress his nausea and forced a smile through gritted teeth.

Even though they hadn't reached the point of vomiting, Teng Yi and Wu Shang looked uncomfortable.

In a little while, under the guidance of local fishermen, they will retrieve the fishing nets that were cast two hours earlier.

The cameraman relayed Director Zou's message: "We will have experienced local fishermen appraise the fish we catch. Be aware that the final price will affect your happiness index today."

What is the happiness index?

The mysterious remark made the guest frown.

"Does the director mean that this money is for our use?" Hao Guoli asked.

"You could say that... anyway, this money is spent on you guys." After another big jolt, the cameraman steadied himself and continued.

Before Teng Yi could even open his mouth to ask, a low, unpleasant voice came from beside him.

Everyone turned their heads at once, and seven or eight pairs of eyes stared at Jiang Chi, who was vomiting by the side of the boat.

Peng Peng smiled with satisfaction.

It's good that he threw up; at least he's not the only one.

Local fishermen said that the daily catch was not fixed and depended on luck. As it turned out, Jiang Chi and his group were neither lucky nor unlucky.

Fishing nets were pulled up one by one, and the trapped marine life was scattered on the deck. Most of them were common sea fish, but the more valuable ones were probably only sea bass, grouper, and flounder.

After weighing according to the market price.

It cost about two thousand yuan in total.

With the fishing mission accomplished, the fishing boat finally turned around and sailed back to the dock.

It was nearly eight o'clock when Jiang Chi returned to Huangyun Village. After receiving two bags of breakfast from the family designated by the production team, he pushed open the door.

He must have just woken up.

Jiang Chi placed breakfast on the table and went into the bedroom.

Chaochao lay peacefully on the bed with her eyes closed.

It's good that he hasn't woken up yet.

Jiang Chi thought to himself.

However, when he took a step or two closer and saw the whole bed, his dark pupils suddenly contracted.

A bright red bloodstain was visible on the little dumpling's fair cheek, and specks of blood were splattered on the thin blanket on the inside of the bed.

Jiang Chi's heart sank into an ice cave.

Before my mind could even process it, I had already rushed to the bedside, knocked over the plastic stool, and the empty stainless steel bowl clattered and rolled to the ground.

Everyone behind Jiang Chi was shocked by his loss of composure and immediately ran into the room. They were all stunned by the "crime scene" on the inside of the bed.

They were perfectly fine watching the live stream in the living room.

Jiang Chi half-lifted Chaochao, his eyes stinging from the sight of that blood-red stain. "...Chaochao?"

The little dumpling's almond-shaped eyes were tightly closed, and she made no sound.

As quiet as a dead fish.

Jiang Chi's first thought was that Chaochao had suffered an acute attack of intracranial trauma from being hit by an apricot yesterday.

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