Chapter 19
After Jiang Yijing hung up the phone, Jiang Mingzhe immediately clung to Leng Zhi again.
"You're cheating! We had an agreement!"
But he dared not speak loudly, and his soft voice had to be made to sound fierce.
Leng Zhi, holding Jiang Mingzhe's watch, pressed the button for the fifth mini-game.
The limp little devil immediately calmed down and transformed into a little corgi wagging its tail: "Yes, yes, that's it!"
The little corgi was worried that Leng Zhi had never played such a game before, and was still explaining the rules of the game.
"It's very simple. The ball will bounce back. Just use the paddle to catch the ball, and it will pop the bubbles, which will give you points!"
"Dad, you can try playing one game first. I haven't used up my three game chances today, so we can take our time!"
Leng Zhi immediately clicked "start".
This is actually a simplified version of the brick-breaking game.
Because the watch screen is small and the space for movement is limited, it is actually easier to make.
Jiang Mingzhe rattled off the rules, but before he could finish, the score on the screen had already turned gold.
Gold signifies that the previous record has been broken.
14, 15, 16... The score kept rising, and Jiang Mingzhe was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.
Leng Zhi is the best dad in the world!
The world's best dad is playing while observing his child's changing expressions.
19, 20, 21... Okay, let's stop here.
Judging from Jiang Mingzhe's expression, he should be quite satisfied with this result.
Sure enough, Jiang Mingzhe opened his chubby little arms and snuggled into Leng Zhi's arms: "You're amazing!"
Leng Zhi chuckled and said, "Would you like an even higher score?"
Jiang Mingzhe's eyes sparkled: "Yes!"
Leng Zhi: "Then what should we do!"
Jiang Mingzhe shouted, "I'll be your father's slave!"
No one knew where he learned the idiom from, but Jiang Mingzhe blurted it out, causing Leng Zhi's eyes to twitch involuntarily.
"It's not that bad, just know to listen to your father."
The Little Genius Watch only has a few built-in games. For Leng Zhi, these are simple games of this difficulty. He can play them until the end of time and reach the score limit, if he wants.
However, when treating children, we cannot resort to short-sighted methods that drain the pond to catch all the fish.
One must conceal one's shortcomings.
Leng Zhi was quite satisfied with his parenting strategy, so he opened his notebook and wrote down another item:
8. Set a good example for your children and guide them towards healthy growth.
Upon meeting him today, Leng Zhi thought that Boss Jiang was a rather strange person.
He didn't want to have too much contact with this boss.
We need to find a way to make all weekly reports like this, which would be more convenient and less stressful.
Leng Zhi solemnly changed the title of this memo to "Jiang Mingzhe's Feeding Record"—hoping that he could use this record to fool President Jiang in the future.
Because there were children, the adults in the dormitory also went to bed early. After settling all the kids in, the production team turned off the lights for them.
I slept well all night.
—Except for Lei Shen.
It has to be said that five playmats are still a bit small.
Lei Shen, who used to sleep sprawled out, could only curl up and sleep while holding Xi Xi.
When Lei Shen woke up, Xi Xi was sound asleep, but Lei Shen felt pain all over his body, as if his bones had been run over by a road roller.
He asked the director in anguish, "We won't have any more of these dormitory-style sessions today, will we?"
The director subtly shifted his gaze away: "There shouldn't be any more."
Considering that some guests already have substantial "debts," the production team is providing free breakfast for them today.
Jiang Mingzhe still didn't get to eat a small cake, but Leng Zhi forced him to consume a golden ratio of carbohydrates, protein, and vegetables.
He wasn't dissatisfied at all; instead, he kept fiddling with his little watch and occasionally let out a laugh that he couldn't hide.
After everyone had finished eating, Li Chi clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention.
"As you can all see, the restaurant's layout has changed a lot today."
The staff must have worked overnight to make the arrangements; the tables and chairs in the center of the restaurant were removed and replaced with five neatly arranged kitchenettes.
The five colors correspond to the guests one by one, so you can guess today's project at a glance.
"That's right, today we're having a cooking competition! Based on the color, aroma, and taste of everyone's dishes, viewers will score them and award stars accordingly!"
This is a common segment in variety shows, whether it's a show about raising children, a lifestyle show, or even a dating show.
The guests invited by the program team, except for Leng Zhi, are all regulars on variety shows. In order to cope with such segments, although they usually have someone in charge of their meals, they can still manage to cook a couple of dishes to fill the space on the show.
Lei Shen patted Xi Xi's hair: "Do you want to eat spicy crayfish, Xi Xi?"
"I want to eat the crayfish that Dad cooks the best!"
[Why is it that the first thing I see on the live stream this morning is food temptations!]
I want to eat crayfish too.
[XiXi is so lucky]
"However, to add to the fun and competitiveness of the show, today's cooking competition has a special rule."
"First, everyone will receive 20 yuan as start-up capital, which is for everyone to buy groceries."
Le Xinzhou picked at his ear, wondering if he had misheard.
"Twenty yuan? Or two hundred yuan? Can you buy food with twenty yuan?"
Duoduo crossed her arms and said, "Dad, you're so ignorant! Of course I can buy them! The starch sausages at the school gate are only three yuan each. I can buy six for twenty yuan!"
She counted on her fingers and then added sweetly, "My tummy is small, two pieces are enough to fill me up, Daddy, you can eat more."
Le Xinzhou rolled his eyes in anger: "I ate my ass... When did you sneak off to eat that stuff? It's so unhealthy!"
Seeing that the father-daughter battle was about to begin again, Li Chi quickly continued to explain the rules, no longer daring to keep them in suspense.
"The staff set up a small supermarket in the village, with prices that are exactly the same as those in the commercial supermarkets outside. Guests can use the 20 yuan to freely choose what they want to buy in the supermarket."
Leng Zhi felt a little more at ease. So far, the prices of snacks in small shops and ice cream shops from yesterday have been quite vague.
Hopefully, it will be a one-to-one replica of the real shopping mall.
"Please note that our mini-supermarket is arranged in a special Z-shape, and once you enter, you cannot turn back. So if you see something you like, grab it quickly!"
[But what can you buy with twenty yuan?]
[A whole hot pot? Or maybe a stir-fried dish would be enough]
Anyway, we definitely can't afford the spicy crayfish that Xixi wants to eat.
The guests shared the same idea.
Le Xinzhou bent down: "Does Duoduo want to eat hot pot?"
Duoduo: "No, I want to eat starch sausage."
"Okay, tomato stew it is then."
"Fried starch sausage hot pot!"
"Don't even think about it!"
Shao Youyou's phone had just been confiscated by her mother, and she felt utterly lifeless. When asked about her cravings, she spoke in a barely audible voice:
"Anything is fine, I'll eat it all, just nothing spicy."
Lei Shen fell into deep thought.
Oh no, what can I buy with twenty yuan?
To cultivate his persona, the recipes he prepared used ingredients that were not cheap.
If you just follow the crowd and cook hot pot, you definitely won't get a high score.
However, he wasn't good at cooking home-style dishes, so he and Xixi usually either ate out or ordered takeout.
Forget it, I'll see what the supermarket has later, search for a recipe, and give it a shot.
"No turning back?" Yun Jingcheng repeated the rules, looking at his capable son: "Xiaoyu, you'd better plan carefully."
Xiaoyu: "Okay—I'm the best at math!"
As expected of the protagonist from the original book, he's already preparing to carry his dad on his heels. According to the plot, Xiaoyu not only takes on all the shopping, but his performance in cooking also far exceeds the capabilities of a seven or eight-year-old.
Leng Zhi glanced sideways at his own child.
Jiang Mingzhe was oblivious to Leng Zhi's gaze and was focused on picking at his fingers.
"A bag of potato chips costs seven yuan, two bags cost eight, nine, ten... fifteen yuan?"
Leng Zhi: "?"
Forget it, I can't count on them.
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