{I am dying of laughter. No, why is this girl so funny!}

{I was completely subdued by my son and laughed like crazy}

{...Doesn't anyone think that mfg doesn't act like a mother at all? The child is so pitiful.}

{+1, being a mother like this is really ridiculous.}

{It feels like she doesn't love the child at all.}

{Hey, this woman almost caused szq to break his leg. How could such a vicious person love children?}

{What the hell? What the hell!}

{If you want to read more, please go to wb! It’s a true story!}

With the influx of onlookers in the barrage, the number of people in Meng Fuguang's group's live broadcast room increased rapidly.

Everyone was watching the live broadcast while rushing to Weibo to watch the show.

#Song Zhiqing was injured#

{Nuanfeng knows your intention: Originally, we didn't want to mention this matter. But since someone next door is trying to take advantage of the situation again, we can only say that evildoers will be punished by heaven, and you won't be able to keep jumping for long.}

{My dear: Mfg, you won't forget what happened back then, right? If it weren't for you, our dear would not have lost the second female role in the hit drama. How can such a low-quality artist still be active? Don't you check the guests when you are looking for them?}

{Wearing seven-pants pants when going out: Just to ask politely, what is mfg?}

{A hip was broken on the catwalk: Is there anything real? Passersby want to know the details.}

{I saw Qingxin: Speechless, can the fans above stop pretending to be passers-by? Qingqing's injured leg is the evidence, how can you dare not take responsibility for what you did? }

Director Huang and his friends were eating and watching the live broadcast room's popularity soaring, and they broke out in cold sweats.

This group is the most popular among the four groups, but the barrage is so filthy that it is unbearable to watch.

How come Meng Fuguang's company hasn't intervened yet? With such a big background, there's no need to go the black and red route!

While everyone was still eating, someone recognized the restaurant where Meng Fuguang and his friends were having dinner, and soon the entry for this restaurant popped up on Weibo's hot searches.

#Guoan Hotel Meng Fuguang#

{It's so crazy that it makes tourists drunk: No, who is Meng Fuguang? Although the name of this Guoan Hotel is rustic, only people with money and status can afford to eat here.}

{When will the steamed rice cakes be cool? I told you long ago that now that I’m with a rich old man, there’s nothing I can’t afford to eat.}

{Ni Biba: No, who is the old man you are talking about who supports her? Do you have any evidence? Show me the real evidence! If you don’t have any evidence, don’t talk nonsense, otherwise you will definitely get what you want!}

Jian Huayao was so angry that she started scolding the other person as soon as she switched to the trumpet.

Are these man-made rumors all made up by one mouth?

Meng Fuguang forced himself to finish his meal before taking Xie Shiyan home.

In other live broadcast rooms, intimate parent-child activities are still taking place.

Song God Yu Tao prepared a large table of delicious dishes for his daughter Dudu, and the photographer specially gave a close-up. Dudu is only three years old and is not very proficient in using chopsticks. Yu Tao has to wipe her mouth and pick up food for her from time to time.

Dudu is not a talkative person and is a little uneasy in front of the camera. He kept staring at everyone while eating.

Yu Tao silently pulled her baby chair closer.

"Dad, the food you cook is delicious." Dudu leaned close to Tao's ear and whispered to him while hugging his father's neck, "Dad, Dudu loves you."

Yu Tao's heart melted, "Dad loves Dudu too."

The comments on the screen were all praising how caring and thoughtful Xiaodudu was. Although this group was not very popular, it was the easiest for the director team to shoot.

Little Dudu is so well-behaved, woo woo woo!

Fu Muchen's side seemed to be in a state of chaos. While Fu Muchen was cooking, Fu Zhiming would either knock over flower pots or burn the curtains.

The curtains were saved by the director.

Fu Muchen was so angry that he tied him to the kitchen door with a skipping rope, and put him in jail on the pretext that he had committed a crime.

"I want to escape from prison! You bastard official!" Fu Zhiming struggled, muttering in protest, "Sir, I'm being wronged!"

"You said you were wronged, but who burned the curtains?" Fu Muchen was so confused by his noise.

Fu Zhiming leaned against the door frame and looked at him, "I don't know."

"Don't know? That's what the ugly freak cooked."

"You're talking nonsense! It was cooked by a super super super invincible handsome guy."

"So you are a super handsome guy?"

Fu Zhiming thought about it and shook his head, "Don't try to fool me, humph!"

Fu Muchen:......

Pretty smart.

Seeing that Fu Muchen ignored him, Fu Zhiming couldn't stand the loneliness again, "Second Uncle, please add more chili, I like spicy food."

"Your father called me and told me not to give you spicy food."

"Don't listen to his farts."

Fu Muchen glanced at the camera dimly, "You're done. I guess your dad will call soon. Get ready to be scolded."

Yes, his dad must be watching the live broadcast too!

Fu Zhiming finally reacted and screamed, "Second Uncle! Save my Second Uncle! I won't dare to do it again!"

{What a filial son!}

{Mingming’s father: Laxatives, you can’t give birth to a son who would destroy the house!}

{Hahahaha Mingming is really smart and funny!}

"Hahahahahaha!" Everyone burst into laughter!

There is another group of guests, including the variety show star, Yu Keren.

The popularity here is also very high, almost comparable to Fu Muchen's group.

Yu Keren was showing everyone the dishes she cooked in front of the camera.

"Usually, I also like to research some recipes myself and make nutritionally balanced meals for my children in different ways."

She put down the scrambled eggs with tomatoes in her hand and continued with a smile, "I think it's not good to take children out to eat often. It's always not as good as cooking by yourself. Nutritional matching, ingredients, cooking methods, etc., I have to study them myself before I can feel at ease."

Well, I always feel like she's playing between yin and yang.

She took off her apron, went upstairs and knocked on the study door, "Xingxing, come down for dinner."

The door was opened from the inside and an elegant boy wearing glasses walked out.

The five-year-old boy showed no joy on his mother's face. He adjusted his glasses and spoke in a very cold tone.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mom."

"I told you not to study so hard. Now is the time for you to have fun. Mommy has cooked a lot of your favorite dishes for you. Let's go and have dinner."

Yu Keren said this and was about to hold her son's hand.

When Shi Qixing was held by her, he obviously stuttered, and seemed a little unnatural. But he did not shake off Yu Keren's hand, but followed her downstairs and sat at the dining table.

He took the initiative to serve Yu Keren some rice, and everyone on the comment board was amazed at his thoughtfulness.

"Xingxing, what are your plans for the afternoon?"

"I practice violin from 1 to 3 p.m., rest for 10 minutes and then do competition questions until 5 p.m. From 5 to 5:30 p.m., I exercise for half an hour."

Yu Keren looked at him with pride, "You have always had your own ideas since you were little. You can arrange things well without Mom and Dad worrying about you. Mom really hopes that you can go out and play more like other children."

Shi Qixing secretly clenched his chopsticks.

"No, I don't need to play."