The camera suddenly moved closer.

All that could be heard was her soft murmur: "...It looks like a steamed bun..."

Cameraman: "..."

Netizens: "…………"

It's amazing that they understood a sentence that seemed to have no beginning or end.

Coming to her senses, Chaochao subconsciously licked her lips, wrapped herself tighter in her blanket, and turned around to say matter-of-factly, "Of course I'm waiting for my brother to come back."

A chilly breeze swept by.

"Ugh, it's so cold!"

Chaochao shook herself, hugged herself tightly, and ran home.

Before long, Jiang Chi returned with breakfast.

Chaochao's eyes lit up when she saw the steamed buns in the insulated box.

Jiang Chi, who was serving the steamed buns, felt a slight tremor in his hand. He instinctively felt that the moment he put the plate down, the buns would instantly disappear into someone's belly. "..."

After breakfast, the program team handed over the task card. The task for the morning was to learn how to make Inner Mongolian specialties from the local herders, so the father, brother and children had to take care of their own lunch.

Looking at the mission card, Jiang Chi expressionlessly smoothed his hair. Sure enough, what was bound to happen had to happen.

Teng Yi's family lived in a small, dilapidated house without a kitchen, so he had no choice but to come to Chao Chao's house to learn skills from her.

Jiang Chi and Teng Yi were both quite satisfied with this.

Both of them are kitchen novices, so they can comfort each other (and laugh at each other).

While Jiang Chi and Teng Yi exchanged a smile, Chaochao, wearing a windbreaker, was squatting by the cow's water trough, looking at herself in the mirror.

"Why does Brother Jingcheng look so handsome in this..."

She looks so blank...

The little dumpling, still puzzled, shrank back, burying half its sullen face in its collar. "Sigh..."