Chapter 43
Early on Saturday morning, the live broadcast platform of "Zi Zi Xiang Qian Qian" had millions of viewers interacting in the comment section, eagerly waiting.
The different live broadcast interfaces of four parent-child families light up on time.
In front of the camera, there are four parent guests, greeting the audience at the same time.
Wen Cishu is obviously not as natural as the other three celebrity guests.
Compared with the past two episodes, he appeared relatively homely this time, wearing white home clothes and a brown striped knitted cardigan draped over his shoulders. He smiled slightly and said, "Good morning, everyone."
Her long hair was casually tied up, with a few strands falling loosely, obviously she had just woken up not long ago.
[mommy~~~~I haven't seen you for a long time. You look so beautiful and gentle when I wake up this morning~]
[Don’t be shy, wife!] Come closer, let me kiss you.
The first step for the four parents is to wake up their babies before the "notification time".
Wen Cishu originally started the show sitting on the sofa, then he bent over and picked up the small camera, saying softly, "Let's go, I'll take you to see if Yiming has woken up."
The camera turns to an elegant and comfortable living room with a simple white short-pile carpet and heavy double doors.
As Wen Cishu walks through the long and quiet corridor, the camera quickly passes by various art pieces in the room and art paintings on the walls of the corridor.
He rarely took the stairs, so he habitually got into the elevator and pressed the button for the third floor.
[Use double doors in the bedroom? Is there an elevator just outside the bedroom? [split]】
[If it were someone else, they would probably introduce the things in their home to the audience one by one, but mommy just did that? This is the show effect! Hello, hey, hey, can someone from the program crew go and remind them? 】
[My wife might be tired of watching it every day and doesn’t think it’s important enough to be introduced orz]
Just when everyone was getting anxious, Wen Cishu yawned softly and covered his lips with one hand.
The third episode started earlier than the previous ones, and he was indeed feeling sleepy.
Arrive at the third floor.
Wen Cishu walked to the door of the white room and knocked, but heard no response.
He knocked on the door and went in.
The audience also followed his perspective and saw a small blue bulge on the bed in the distance.
Wen Cishu said softly: "Yiming seems to be still asleep, so let me show you Yiming's bedroom."
[Oh~ I understand. Mommy deliberately doesn’t show us her bedroom. She’s so naughty! 】
[Mingzi’s bedroom?] ? Bigger than my entire house? 】
[Coming to my favorite part of the mansion room tour! Love to watch】
Wen Cishu followed the traffic flow of the living room to the study and quietly explained Yiming's situation.
He pointed the camera at the calligraphy hanging on the cabinet.
"This is the Preface to the Lanting Collection written by Yiming. It's pretty good, isn't it? But he usually can't sit still, so I have to watch him finish it."
He pointed to "The Lady's Companionship" and "Isn't It Painful?" and chuckled, "I wrote it in three parts."
The pride in his words was naturally evident.
[Do mixed-race people also need to practice calligraphy? Hahahaha how miserable. 】
[Wife, you love Mingzai too much! Given your own level of calligraphy, how did you say it’s “not bad”? ? 】
[mommy: No matter what, what Mingzai writes is the best! 】
Wen Cishu took another photo of the small cartoon ornaments on the cabinet.
"These past few days, Bo Yiming has been arranging them by himself, specially for the photo shoot. Isn't it cute?"
He was taking pictures with a smile when he suddenly saw a small figure from the corner of his eye at the junction of the study and the bedroom.
Bo Yiming: ==
Wen Cishu turned around in surprise: "Did Dad wake you up?"
A handsome, fussy boy appears in the camera.
"Little daddy! Why didn't you tell me you started filming?"
When Bo Yiming realized there was a camera, he ran away, holding his head and saying, "Oh, I'm still brushing my teeth and washing my face, don't take pictures of me!"
In the warm morning light, the slender figure jumped around.
[Cute little Ming~ No wonder mommy likes to pull his cheeks, it's really cute]
[He is handsome even with messy hair, don’t be afraid, Mingzai~]
Bo Yiming rushed to the bathroom, revealing half of his face: "Little daddy, you take pictures of the toys on my bedside first, I'm going to wash my face."
"good."
Wen Cishu walked towards the bedroom. There were pink and blue cartoon quilts and pillows on the 1.8-meter-high bed. There were many neatly arranged exquisite small ornaments at the head of the bed, both Chinese and European styles. There was even a crystal Santa Claus and a little elk in the middle.
Wen Cishu explained softly: "Yiming collects small things he likes and occasionally exchanges them with his grandfather."
His fingertips touched a metal paperweight shaped like a leaf. "This should be what I got in exchange."
He touched the pink incense burner again, "This is a pair of them when I was playing with him a few days ago. The other one is in my room."
【collect? Mommy, do you want to listen to your choice of words? We ordinary people just say "collect"! 】
What kind of hodgepodge is this? It’s quite well-arranged.]
"Little daddy, here I come!"
Bo Yiming changed his clothes and ran over, "Let's go, I have to prepare breakfast for my little dad today!"
Wen Cishu pointed the camera at the little monkey: "Is this the small task given to you by the program team?"
"Yes~" Bo Yiming happily held onto his little dad, "I'm the boss today. Little dad, you have to listen to me!"
Wen Cishu began to worry silently.
——If I had known earlier, I would have asked Aunt Zhong to prepare breakfast so that they could eat before filming started.
As the father and son took the elevator downstairs and walked into the kitchen, the audience finally got a preliminary understanding of the mansion.
In the related topics on Xiaodigua, some netizens have already sorted out the general flow of the mansion, the ornaments and artworks that have appeared, and even the sofa brands.
Some netizens even paused the program frame by frame, circling what appeared in each shot for research.
The suspected comparison pictures posted by the powerful bloggers include official website pages of luxury brands and pages of past sold collections of auction houses.
[I’ve seen acting and micro-expressions analyzed frame by frame, but this is the first time I’ve seen a home collection analyzed frame by frame. It’s amazing, my friends.]
[It turns out that a super rich person is filming a reality show? I thought they were just bragging or creating a persona, but why are they serious about it? 】
[The first episode was so popular but they didn’t take any advertisements or do marketing. It turns out they don’t care about the money in the entertainment industry at all? 】
[Look at the movement lines of the mansion. These are just the tip of the iceberg. It’s another day of envying Mingzai.]
However, during the short live broadcast, what the audience talked about most was the part where Mingzai's father introduced his son's calligraphy.
Although no one could see his expression and could only hear his voice, it was filled with pride.
[I have been practicing calligraphy since I was young. If I wrote like this at the age of nine, my parents would probably let me throw it away and not show it to the customers who come in (I don’t mean to say Mingzai’s handwriting is bad…]
[I understand so well. When the camera moved over, I thought my wife wanted us to look at the books on the bookshelf or some valuable things.]
【Mingzai:?】 (I have a mommy to practice with me~ Do you have one? Hehehe~]
[I’m sorry Mingzi!] Although your calligraphy is average, your talent in languages is amazing! (crazy boasting, trying to save it)
[Apart from being super big, Mingzai's room really doesn't conform to my default high-end aesthetic of neatness and order. Many of the exposed lights are of different shapes and do not form a complete set at all. The carpets in each room are of different styles and colors. Although they all look valuable, they are a little too cartoony and gaudy. 】
[Mommy said Mingzai likes the animal world and there are related things in his room. The last time he gave gifts to his younger brother and sister, they were also animals. It was very harmonious~]
[Come on, he's only nine years old, isn't it normal for him to have cartoons and fancy things? 】
[This kind of freedom to place all kinds of things in the bedroom really makes me envious. How can there be people who complain about it being messy? 】
[Neither of her fathers cares, why are outsiders meddling in other people’s business?] Don't interfere with other people's bedroom freedom! 】
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On the first floor, the audience saw the aunts in the camera, but their faces were not shown.
"Sir?" Uncle Xu walked forward and said off camera, "The kitchen is ready."
Wen Cishu smiled: "The production team also specifically told us not to clean up specially, just like usual."
"That can't be done. We still have to sort it out."
Uncle Xu told the truth.
The chefs have retreated to the Chinese kitchen, leaving the Western kitchen.
Wen Cishu saw eggs, bread, etc. already prepared on the table, which seemed to be prepared by Uncle Xu.
"Baby, the program team gave you a small task, but you asked Uncle Xu to get it for you in advance?"
Bo Yiming stuck out his tongue: "I don't know where the eggs and vegetables are!"
Uncle Xu quickly explained: "After I heard what the young master said yesterday, I thought we should prepare it first."
[Oh my, it turns out Mingzai is the little master at home! 】
[Ming·The heir to a wealthy family·Young master·Zi: How can I know where the eggs are? 】
[That’s right~ The butler did the right thing! 】
After Uncle Xu left, only the father and son were left in the kitchen.
When Bo Yiming was beating the eggs, Wen Cishu was shocked.
"Yiming, you secretly learned how to cook at home yesterday? How come dad didn't know anything about it?"
“I didn’t learn it.”
Bo Yiming's tone was innocent and naive, "I learned it just by watching adults do it."
Wen Cishu saw that his movements were very similar to those of the others. Could it be that he has good observation skills?
Bo Yiming actually knows how to light the fire, add oil and put eggs in, all in one go.
When the pan made a sizzling sound, Wen Cishu felt that the little monkey had a better talent for cooking than himself.
"Then I'll make some toast."
"No need!" Bo Yiming stopped him immediately, "Little Daddy, I said I prepared it. Little Daddy, just take the plate."
"good."
Wen Cishu went to get the porcelain plate and smiled at the cute little monkey who was working hard to prepare breakfast. "How about we go to the flower hall to have breakfast?"
"Yeah." Bo Yiming naturally had no objection.
He likes the little table very much because it allows him to be very close to his little dad.
[I am so happy to have a son this big! I suddenly want to own one, where can I get it? 】
[Wow, mommy looks at our little master with such doting eyes~~]
Small dining table in the flower hall.
Although Bo Yiming moved slowly, he prepared the sandwiches and hot milk in an orderly manner and served them on the table together.
"Please enjoy it, little daddy!"
Wen Cishu seemed to be facing a feast. He clapped his hands together and asked with a smile, "Dad, is he the first one to eat the sandwich prepared by Yiming?"
Um?
Why did he also say "the first"?
Bo Yiming nodded vigorously: "Yes, I won't do it for my big daddy!"
Wen Cishu felt guilty: It turns out that comparison exists in everyone's heart. Is no one immune to it?
[Big Daddy: My dear son, you are too filial.]
[The other three families all have traces of another parent’s life, except Mingzai’s father]
[It’s all mommy’s fault for not taking photos of her own bedroom, otherwise we could at least see what kind of quilt the couple usually covers themselves with]
[Do you want to see the quilt, or do you want to see...]
Wen Cishu took a bite of the sandwich and found it was really good.
Except that the fried eggs were a little old, the lettuce was not drained dry, and the bread was a little burnt, overall, everything was perfect!
"Yiming, what are we going to do today? Does the program team have any other tasks for you?"
"Yes." Bo Yiming showed a mysterious smile, "Little daddy, you have to listen to me all day long~"
Wen Cishu had a bad feeling.
He glanced at the camera and jokingly said, "You're not going to bully Dad in front of so many viewers, are you?"
"How could that be?" Bo Yiming swallowed a mouthful of burnt bread. "If I bully the little daddy, the big daddy will come over with a small milk pot and spank me."
"Cough cough..." Wen Cishu choked on a mouthful of milk.
Bo Yiming quickly handed over a tissue.
【"again"? Dad beats up Mingzai? How can this be possible? Our Ming cub is so well behaved.]
[But if you bully your little dad, you should beat him up~ Just be gentle]
[If Mingzai's dad is really the handsome guy with the bite stopper rumored on the Internet, it must be very painful to get beaten up. hiss……】
While eating breakfast, Wen Cishu was wondering whether Bo Tingyuan was going to fall from the sky or rise from the ground.
He couldn't help but take out his cell phone and send a message under the table.
Did you go to the company? 】
He disappeared early this morning.
Bo Tingyuan: [Confidential]
Wen Cishu: "..."
This guy is really good at spying.
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Ten minutes ago.
In the western-style kitchen of the remote house, the air is filled with the soft aroma of baked bread.
There is a tablet on the cooking table, playing the live broadcast of the show "Zi Zi is Superman". The gentle voices of Wen Cishu and Bo Yiming in their conversation serve as background music, creating a warm atmosphere for the empty kitchen space.
There was a tall figure in the kitchen, it was Bo Tingyuan.
He was still wearing his usual black shirt, but he had rolled up his sleeves to reveal his forearms. He was holding a wooden spoon in his hand and frying eggs with skillful movements.
Then he simply piled all the ingredients between two slices of bread to make a simple sandwich like the one Wen Cishu and his son made.
While Bo Yiming was busy preparing hot milk, Bo Tingyuan was methodically making a cup of coffee.
When the father and son moved to the flower hall and sat down, Bo Tingyuan simultaneously placed breakfast on the small round table outdoors in the small garden.
Everything was ready. Bo Tingyuan basked in the sunshine and had breakfast with the father and son on the screen.
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