Fu Sichen got up to open the door, and Chuanchuan’s fair cheeks had flushed a great deal from the roughhousing just now.
He stuck his head in to take a look and quickly understood.
Just as Fu Sichen was about to say sothing, Chuanchuan trotted to another room and, after a good while, ca back with a book in his hands.
His soft, milky voice said cautiously, "Daddy, you work, I’ll read, Mommy sleeps."
A trace of a smile, almost imperceptible, crossed Fu Sichen’s lips as he reached out to ruffle Chuanchuan’s hair, "Mm."
[Boohoo, Chuanchuan is really too sensible.]
[Such a small child growing up without the love of his parents, I’m really heartbroken.]
[I’m getting old and can’t stand to see these things, tears won’t stop flowing.]
...
The production team temporarily cut off the live broadcast, partly because all three families were napping and resting, and this segnt of the content wasn’t particularly entertaining. Another reason was to save it for the main show as extra content later on.
When Jiang Mian woke up, she followed the delicious sll downstairs.
She sniffed, and it refreshed her.
Fu Sichen was cooking!!
In the kitchen, the silhouettes of tall and small figures made Jiang Mian feel a montary dreamlike disorientation.
When the show’s crew saw Jiang Mian co downstairs, they imdiately switched the cara to her.
While the kitchen was still bustling, Jiang Mian was called out by the PD for a solo part.
"Teacher Jiang, when you saw that scene just now, your expression seed to change. Did it evoke so thoughts?"
Jiang Mian curved her lips into a smile, her eyes softened, "It was just a little surreal."
She had never really considered what it would be like for Fu Sichen to be a father.
Today, after seeing his back along with Chuanchuan’s, she unexpectedly found herself looking forward to what it would be like if they truly had children.
"Does President Fu cook at ho?"
The crew had observed Fu Sichen cooking just now, with every move, from chopping vegetables to washing them, looking like a visual feast.
"Not often, if we both get busy with work, it’s rare for us to even see each other."
Not to ntion Fu Sichen having ti to cook, it was a challenge for the two of them to sit down and enjoy a al together.
The crew was about to follow up on her answer when Jiang Mian’s red lips curved, adding, "But whenever he has ti, he will cook for . As long as he’s ho, I can gain quite a few pounds in those few days."
[Why can’t I stop smiling? Because I’ve had an overdose of sugar!!]
[Really, truly, even though it’s just everyday life stuff, why does it sound so sweet when Jiang Xiaomian says it?]
[Family, rember this is a romance reality show!!! Don’t be fooled by the kids!!]
[I can’t help it, after seeing President Fu cook, I went and ordered so snail noodles because it made hungry...]
After answering a few more questions, the PD let Jiang Mian go back inside the house.
The little figure imdiately ran towards Jiang Mian, "Mommy, Mommy, look!! Look at all the dishes Daddy made, I helped be his sous-chef."
Jiang Mian ruffled Chuanchuan’s hair, "Chuanchuan is aweso."
After dinner, Chuanchuan, who had been traveling all day, went to bed early in his room.
"Daddy, Mommy, good night!"
Jiang Mian was a bit worried; it was the first night alone - could he manage?
"Chuanchuan, don’t you want to..."
"No Mommy, Daddy said that as a man, I must be like him. I need to sleep by myself; Chuanchuan is a boy and is not afraid of the dark."
Jiang Mian eyed the man sitting on the sofa, nonchalantly brainwashing even the child.
"Then Chuanchuan, if you’re scared at night, rember to co find Daddy and Mommy."
"Mhm, good night!"
Chuanchuan closed the door himself, and the room next door quieted down.
Jiang Mian sat at the vanity to apply her moisturizer, then slipped under the sheets.
"Finally, I can rest properly."
Why is filming this romance show so exhausting?
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