"The parents of each family are responsible for contributing today's dinner, and our little ones also have a task."
Director Zou continued, "You will follow the teacher to the forest to pick mushrooms to be used as ingredients for tonight's wild mushroom hot pot. Oh, and you should also pick some fruit from the trees."
Director Zou brought out two all-around adventure experts, saying, "These teachers will teach you everything."
Upon hearing that they were going to pick mushrooms and fruit, the four children immediately raised their hands and cheered excitedly.
Besides the morning and evening.
She ran up to Zou Shilin, clenched her fist as if she had made a well-thought-out decision, and asked, "Uncle Village Chief, could... could Daddy or Brother go pick mushrooms while I cook?"
She felt that she might be able to cook three dishes and a soup.
She was always there learning as Aunt Ning cooked at home.
—Isn't that so that it's convenient for you to have special treatment?
System: ...Someone tell it what's going on, baby, why are you so frighteningly confident right now?
Director Zou's mouth opened slightly, and after a long while, he finally said, "...Huh?"
He had a bold idea, but he didn't dare to say it.
Huo Qin and Jiang Chi: "..."
The adults from the other families on set were all trying hard to suppress their laughter, looking comical as if they dared not laugh or speak. This scene unexpectedly created a great variety show effect.
The viewers in the live stream were laughing uncontrollably. They became much bolder and bombarded the chat with comments like "President Huo is no good."
Then, each one was quickly blocked by the power of capital within three seconds.
This did not cause public resentment; on the contrary, it created a pleasing live broadcast effect.
They were all laughing, but Chaochao was the most serious.
Unable to withstand the little girl's persistent gaze, Director Zou inwardly groaned, realizing he wouldn't be able to wait for the sponsor to step in and clarify things.
He coughed, "Oh, Chaochao, actually I haven't finished yet... Each group of parents staying at the camp only needs to contribute one dish for tonight's sumptuous dinner. The rest has been arranged by the program team, so you..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Chaochao, who had been hesitant just a second ago, suddenly carrying a small bamboo basket for picking mushrooms.
She stood in front of her father and brother, stretched out both hands, one on each side, and patted their arms encouragingly, "Daddy and brother, I'm going hunting now. You two cook well, I have full confidence in you!"
Is that so? What you just said to Zou Shilin didn't sound like you were confident.
Huo Qin's lips curled into a slight smile, then fell back down, and he simply said in a low voice, "Don't eat wild food casually."
Chaochao lacked confidence: "...Am I that kind of casual kid?"
Since his uncle had said that, Jiang Chi silently swallowed the words that were already on the tip of his tongue, nodded and mumbled "uh-huh" twice, then pressed the little dumpling's shoulder and pushed her toward the teacher in charge.
Go ahead, lest you say something that hurts your brother's feelings.
Five children, ready to go hunting, had already put on their bamboo baskets and lined up in a small group, following behind their teacher.
Chaochao, who kept looking back every few steps, quickly became the tail of the group.
At the campsite, a long table was set with the cooking utensils needed by each couple.
When Chaochao, who had left his hometown with a basket on his back, turned around this time, he saw Huo Qin already rolling up his sleeves in front of the pot, with Teng Yi smiling beside him.
Chaochao's two little eyebrows furrowed in worry.
If Daddy causes a huge uproar, then Uncle Teng Yi...
But then she remembered that Leo had mentioned that Uncle Teng Yi had bought insurance.
Thinking about it seriously every day, if that's the case... then...
The people in the line ahead started talking about barbecue.
The little dumpling, who appeared to be deep in thought, quietly pricked up its ears.
Lei Bao: "Teacher, can we have grilled mushroom skewers tonight?"
Qingqing: "Ahhh, I want to eat grilled chives!"
Leo and Changchang asked in unison, "Do you have barbecue?!"
Chaochao couldn't hold back any longer and darted to the front, jumping up and shouting, "Me too! I...I like roasted potato chips!"
Forget about her when you take the tonic! It's okay if there aren't any roasted potato chips; she likes all the other things I mentioned!
The explorer, who was temporarily acting as a preschool teacher, was both amused and exasperated: "Well... I'm not sure if your village chief has prepared any baking equipment..."
“But,” the two novice preschool teachers tried their best to calm the restless children, leading them away from the camp amidst their chatter, “we’ll mention it to the production team, okay? Come on… let’s pick mushrooms first, we need mushrooms to make hot pot…”
Oh, and there's also wild mushroom hot pot! It's the kind of hot pot that Sister Yu Ning said is super, super, super delicious!
Jiang Chi set up the portable gas stove on the table, gazing at Chaochao happily skipping out of the campsite. He shook his head and snorted, "She really doesn't look back..."
Twenty minutes later.
Temporarily putting her two closest relatives aside, Chaochao hugged the small bamboo basket to her chest and looked down at the various shapes and colors of mushrooms that were already half full.
The teachers all said it's ready to eat after it's cooked.
Qingqing asked curiously, "What if it's not fully cooked? Can I eat it like lettuce?"
The teacher distributing the tools said with a serious expression, "Then you'll need to see a doctor for an injection."
The children looked at each other in bewilderment: "..."
Then, quite tacitly, they avoided the topic of whether or not to eat mushrooms raw.
When the camera focused on Chaochao, she was even more ahead of the curve—
One second she's picking mushrooms, the next she's seamlessly cosplaying Hou Yi shooting down the sun.
"Sui Susu, look, am I... am I perfect?"
Chaochao raised her left hand at a 60-degree angle, gripping the crudely made slingshot tightly. Her right fingers pulled the rubber band backward, her small body leaning back to steady herself. She shouted, and then—
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