Chapter 26: Chapter 25: Little Belly, Bear With It a Little Longer Chapter 26: Chapter 25: Little Belly, Bear With It a Little Longer Mianmian was woken up by Su Chenfei for a al.
She opened her eyes, and usually sparkling and bright, her big eyes looked blank, as though they hadn’t rebooted successfully.
Gu Youyou felt the sa, both little buns still groggy while the adults had already started feeding them.
The food in the village was very simple, and stead egg custard had been made to accommodate the children.
Mianmian was hungry, and upon slling the food, she naturally opened her little mouth, bite after bite, and even yawned in between, before fully waking up.
After eating, the two sisters worried about their little chicks, insisting on watching the chicks eat so rice and making sure they had a small box as their room before going to bathe.
At this ti, Zeze’s cries could be heard from outside.
They had been picked up by the car.
Hearing Zeze cry, Mianmian vaguely rembered she had sothing important to tell her seventh grandchild but couldn’t for the life of her rember what it was. A child’s mory storage isn’t like an adult’s—what seems very important might be forgotten in a while.
Since she couldn’t rember, Mianmian simply stopped trying and lay down in her seventh grandchild’s arms to sleep. After becoming familiar with her seventh grandchild, she found him very similar to daddy; his chest was soft, and it felt comfortable to sleep against it.
There were no caras filming when the guests were sleeping.
Qin Tao sat on the bed, frowning, fiddling with his prayer beads, and talking to them non-stop.
Qin Hao, playing with a wooden figure next to him, trembled from Qin Tao’s frightening expression.
After calling out for a while, seeing that nothing unusual happened around the house, Qin Tao knew the little devil hadn’t returned. His complexion grew even worse, to the point where he even considered stealing back his mobile phone to call that master.
But this idea was just that—an idea, as Hu Zhengguo always locked guests’ mobile phones in a password-protected safe. No one could open it.
Without his mobile phone, he didn’t rember the master’s phone number, either.
Feeling irritated, Qin Tao smacked his lips, the urge for a cigarette creeping up, so he stepped outside. After a while, he ca back into the room with a cigarette to smoke.
Most kids don’t like the sll of smoke, and Qin Hao was no exception.
He covered his nose, didn’t dare to speak to Qin Tao, and silently slid under the covers, intending to sleep with the wooden figure in his embrace.
Catching a glimpse of the wooden figure from the corner of his eye, Qin Tao beca even more infuriated and snatched the wooden figure from Qin Hao’s hands: “You want to play with this, huh?”
Qin Hao nodded, his eyes showing fear of his brother.
Qin Tao chuckled, “If you help your brother with sothing tomorrow, he won’t confiscate this wooden figure. Otherwise, brother will throw it away.”
Hearing Qin Tao’s words, Qin Hao, who really wanted the wooden figure, reluctantly nodded.
The next day.
Mianmian, who had slept on the plane and in the car yesterday, woke up before dawn shone.
Seeing that Su Chenfei was still asleep, she cautiously got up, pushed open the door and went to look for the toilet.
The house where the Variety Show team prepared for the guests to sleep on the first night was a small two-story western-style building. The rooms were assigned randomly; Mianmian’s and Su Chenfei’s room was on the second floor without an en-suite toilet, so Mianmian had to go out to find one.
Mianmian went quietly along the sa route she took for yesterday’s bath, used the toilet on her own, and then went back to the room for her toiletries.
The washing station was too high, so she dragged a small stool over, climbed up, and brushed her teeth and washed her face.
After finishing, feeling her tummy flat with hunger, she ran back to the room, took out a milk bottle from the opened suitcase, then opened the milk powder container, filled it up, and walked out with the small bottle of milk.
When brushing her teeth and washing her face earlier, Mianmian had heard footsteps.
Now, holding the small milk bottle, she toddled towards that direction.
“Uncle, uncle, can you help Mianmian make so milk?” Mianmian blinked her eyes, looking especially cute since she was asking for help.
The staff mber who saw it was Mianmian smiled and said, “Isn’t this our Little Auntie? Are you hungry?”
Mianmian nodded, “Mm-hmm.”
Other staff mbers, seeing Mianmian co over, also chuckled and decided to aim the cara at Mianmian to film.
Although the scheduled live-stream ti was 8 a.m., starting early wasn’t a problem. After the cara started rolling, Director Hu, who had been checking the equipnt with the staff since the morning, walked up to Mianmian with his hands behind his back, “Little Auntie, you can’t drink milk today.”
Mianmian paused, tilting her head, confusion filling her big eyes, “Why not?”
Director Hu smiled, “Because today, all the guests’ food must be taken away, and you’ll have to find food for yourselves, okay?”
Mianmian thought of the previously watched episode of “Adorable Baby” which was fild in the city, and where the guests did a lot of things for food.
Her gaze dropped to the small milk bottle in her hands, her expression filled with reluctance.
Early risers among the audience, who discovered a live-stream notification on their mobile phones, clicked in to see Mianmian holding a milk bottle with a pitiful little expression.
[Why is Little Auntie up so early?]
[Not sure, is she holding the milk bottle because she’s hungry?]
“So Mianmian has already put the milk powder in here.” Mianmian stood on her tiptoes, trying to hand the bottle to Director Hu, “You drink it for Mianmian, okay? You can’t waste it.”
Director Hu was stunned, having not expected that Mianmian wouldn’t be fussing to drink the milk but instead telling him not to waste it. What kind of adorable little angel was this? Even though her hair was a bit ssy, like a chicken’s nest.
But no matter what, as an adult, he didn’t plan to drink children’s milk.
Director Hu showed a troubled expression, “I’m grown up, I can’t drink milk anymore.”
Mianmian frowned, “Then what should we do?”
One of her little feet shuffled uncomfortably on the ground, her laughter becoming increasingly cute, “Or maybe Mianmian should finish it after all, and you, Director Hu, don’t tell anyone. This will be our little secret.”
“Mianmian doesn’t want to waste it, that’s not being naughty.”
After saying that, her long-lashed big eyes fluttered adorably, almost fluttering their way into people’s hearts.
Gurgle gurgle gurgle—
Suddenly, an odd gurgling sound ca from Mianmian’s stomach.
The originally adorable and charming little bun widened her eyes, covered her little tummy, and added seriously, “Listen, listen, my tummy is also saying we can’t waste.”
Director Hu’s heart trembled with adoration, and so did the viewers in the live broadcast room.
[Let her drink, give it to her!]
[Wuuuu, what kind-hearted, adorable, waste-conscious little angel, give her so milk quickly.]
[We’re really just against wasting, not that we’re craving it ourselves (jokingly)]
The audience pleaded for Mianmian, and the staff almost couldn’t help wanting to speak on her behalf, but Director Hu still shook his head.
“No, you can’t drink it, it’s the rule,” he said, taking the milk bottle from Mianmian’s hands, “I’ll confiscate this, and when the guests wake up, we can eat.”
Mianmian’s little brows knit together, her big, round eyes fixed on the little milk bottle, “Then, then really don’t waste it.”
Director Hu smiled, “Okay, I won’t waste it. I’ll pour out the milk powder and give it to the other children in the village to drink.”
Mianmian was finally relieved to hear Director Hu’s words.
But thinking about her own famished little tummy, she looked down with a distressed frown, “Little tummy, hang in there, don’t grumble, we’ll find sothing to fill you up soon.”
Director Hu saw this, was chard by Mianmian into wanting to laugh, yet also felt heartache and guilt. After all, it was for the sake of the show that he cruelly and rcilessly refused the little baby her milk.
But it couldn’t be helped. This was the highlight of a variety show.
A little cutie struggling for food is even more adorable!
Director Hu convinced himself to resist the urge to make milk for Mianmian to drink.
There was no milk to drink now, and they had to wait for the guests to wake up, Mianmian thought for a bit and rembered the two hungry chick chicks.
So she ran back to her room pitter-patter and brought the baby chicks outside again.
In the mountains, her kin also raised chickens, free-range, and they would let the chicks co back when it was ti.
Mianmian held the chick chicks, kissed each one, and said with a soft, mushy voice, “Dahuang, Erhuang, go find your own food, okay? Don’t get stepped on, and be a clever and bright little chick.”
“Cheep cheep cheep!” Dahuang and Erhuang both chirped as if responding to Mianmian.
A staff mber who had been told his fortune by Master Mianmian found this amusing and chid in, “Master Mianmian, such little chicks usually follow their mother to find food, otherwise they can’t find any.”
Mianmian looked earnest, “No problem, I have kissed them, so they are not ordinary chicks anymore. They will be able to find food!”
The staff mber, hearing this, stroked his chin.
Master Mianmian said so, these two chicks must be extraordinary. Oh no, he really wanted to follow them and watch.
After releasing the chicks, Mianmian returned to her room.
It wasn’t ti to get up yet, and Su Chenfei was still sleeping.
Mianmian found a toy in her small bag and played by herself for a while. As she was playing, she saw the bracelet sealed with two spirits and opened her mouth wide: wow, she rembered what she wanted to tell her seventh grandchild last night!
So she put down the toys and stared at Su Chenfei’s sleeping face, hoping her seventh grandchild would wake up soon.
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