Dressed as a villain’s own mother, I became a popular child variety show by relying on sand sculptur

In the early morning, the sky in the distance turned white, and the birds in the mountains and forests began to chirp, gradually becoming more cheerful.

On the second floor of Residence No. 1, the corridor in front of the deserted room.

The director of the program team walked around anxiously with a task card in hand, and was so anxious that he pulled out the few hairs he had left from time to time, which made the already poor family even worse.

"Have the other guests started their missions?"

After confirming with the staff behind him again, the director sat down on the threshold and sighed deeply.

His resentful eyes turned to the closed door in front of him.

"Leng Qingqing, aren't you going to get up? It's almost seven o'clock!"

Regarding the matter of being rejected by others, now he has scored twice.

The deserted exclusive filming team was not surprised by this.

The director had never thought of breaking in, but Leng Qingqing, the sixth man, locked the door and couldn't get in.

After failing to force the door open, he had no choice but to show an awkward yet polite smile to the camera.

Fortunately, at this time, there were not many online viewers in the live broadcast room. They were either getting ready for work or on their way to school.

Few people saw the director's embarrassment.

"Huo Yanheng hasn't gotten up either?"

If the director remembers correctly, didn't Leng Qingqing and her son fall asleep in the same room last night?

The staff corrected the error: "Director, you must have gone to bed earlier. After falling asleep quietly, Hengheng turned off the lights and went to sleep in another room."

"Then Huo Yanheng didn't get up either?" the director asked.

This... several staff members looked at each other and shook their heads, showing confusion in their eyes.

"We don't know that."

"Forget it, no matter what, the most important thing now is to wake up Leng Qingqing quickly, so that if you go back to sleep, your buttocks will be basked in the sun!"

After more than ten years in the industry, the director has never seen such a female artist who can sleep with her.

Wake up, this is a live show.

"Director, there is no latch on the window!" The staff discovered the blind spot and greeted him quickly.

Under the guidance of the director, everyone finally opened the window and broke in.

On the big bed near the corner, under the thin old white gauze curtain, a person wrapped himself in a thick cocoon with a quilt, sleeping in darkness.

"Desolate, deserted?"

"Get up and cook for Hengheng!" The director tried to awaken Leng Qingqing with maternal love.

"It's on fire!!!" the staff member threatened.

Leng Qingqing turned over.

“zzzzz…”

Even his son couldn't wake up. The director wiped the sweat from his forehead.

You just followed the script of a loving mother!

Then, the director gave the staff a look: "Close the door and get in."

A huge gong hung directly above the deserted place. After receiving the director's instructions, the staff lifted the gong as much as possible and banged it firmly with a mallet.

"Boom!"

Leng Qingqing woke up from her dream!

She hugged the quilt and stood up straight like a corpse, with disheveled hair and eyes as wide as bells.

"Desolate?" When the director turned around, he found that all the staff took three steps back in unison.

"........."

Leng Qingqing lifted the quilt and got out of bed, with a soft smile on her pretty face. She moved her finger joints, and the sound of 'click, click, click' was very obvious in the silent room.

"who is it?"

*

Huo Yanheng had already woken up.

After he washed up, he wanted to wake up Leng Qingqing, but no matter how hard he knocked, no one opened the door.

He put his ear to the door frame, and it was so quiet that there seemed to be no one inside.

Huo Yanheng's eyes showed confusion.

Are you already up?

Residence No. 1 was very large. Huo Yanheng went downstairs and looked around. Except for the camera set up in the corner, there were no staff.

He looked at the clock on the wall. The hour hand pointed to half past five in the morning.

Huo Yanheng remembered that yesterday, the director's uncle said that all the ingredients in the residence could be used at will.

Touching his hungry belly, Huo Yanheng pursed his lips and walked towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen, a small figure stood in front of the huge double-door refrigerator door.

Huo Yanheng stepped on the chair and faced the air-conditioning rushing out of the refrigerator. He took out two eggs, a carton of fresh milk, and a bag of red bean toast.

After a period of rustling plastic bags, all the ingredients were placed on the plates and brought to the cooking table.

Huo Yanheng carefully recalled the methods he searched on the Internet.

He tentatively turned on the gas, but for the first time he was not able to turn it on because he was too weak, so it took a lot of effort.

Then he stepped on the chair and turned on the rotary button of the gas stove according to memory.

"bass--"

Ice blue flames burst out from the gas stove, burning in a circle.

He placed a pan that was bigger than his face on the gas stove, poured a few turns of the farm's self-pressed rapeseed oil, and tested the temperature above the oil surface with his small palm. Huo Yanheng raised his eyebrows slightly.

It should be almost done.

Crack in two eggs and sprinkle with a few grains of salt. The egg whites will take on an attractive brown color, and the aroma lingers in the kitchen.

Although Leng Qingqing often beat him, he never treated him harshly in life. Huo Yanheng never entered the kitchen.

But if he had to rely on Leng Qingqing's care during the show, Huo Yanheng felt that he would not survive three days.

Before participating in the show, Huo Yanheng was not sure whether he would come, but once Leng Qingqing decided to take him to the show, it would be tantamount to a 'catastrophe' for Huo Yanheng.

He must plan ahead and plan for himself.

For example, use the fragmented time to learn some common sense of life.

And now, everything comes in handy.

Huo Yanheng stepped on the chair without wearing an apron. The adult's apron was too fat for him.

Beads of sweat gradually appeared on his fair forehead, but his hands kept moving. After the eggs were fried, he carefully scooped them out onto the plate with a shovel and put two pieces of toast in them.

After searching the entire kitchen, he didn't see a microwave or toaster, so he could only heat it up casually.

While busy, Huo Yanheng gradually became proficient in his movements.

The cameras placed in the kitchen without blind spots honestly recorded the scene and put it into the live broadcast room.

At the same time, Zaobao and social animal workers had already gotten up, passing the time to catch the bus and subway, and entered the live broadcast room.

The fans who were squatting in the live broadcast room woke up and re-entered the live broadcast room.

A large number of viewers poured into the live broadcast room almost at the same time.

Then all netizens saw——

On the small mobile phone screen, a figure of a little boy was busy in the kitchen.

The little boy has snow-white skin and delicate facial features. At first glance, he is not an ordinary child. His otherworldly and cold temperament, coupled with an extremely serious expression, forms a huge contrast with what he is doing. It is inexplicable. It gives people a funny feeling.

The PD who arrived didn't dare to breathe, let alone disturb Huo Yanheng who was making breakfast. He suppressed his smile and continued to move the camera.

Before they even had their first cup of coffee in the morning, netizens were instantly awakened by the cute little man on the screen.

On the public screen, barrages passed by in sheets, and netizens who got up early in the morning also complained on the public screen, but almost all of them were directed at Huo Yanheng's shock of getting up early to cook.

"Isn't this Hengheng? What is the little guy doing?"

"It seems like...making breakfast?"

"???? I'm not awake yet, am I?"

"I saw such a beautiful picture when I woke up. Hengheng is so healing. He is so good!"

"Gentlemen, I suddenly have a bold idea..."

"The guy upstairs is just thinking about it. It's against the law to kidnap a child. It's better to have one yourself."

"Hengheng is a max-level kid, he's better than an adult like me. I can neither get up nor make breakfast [tears]"

Netizens watched helplessly as the gas burned brightly. Huo Yanheng placed a small frying pan on the gas stove, poured a few rounds of oil, cracked eggs, and fried toast...

The movements were a bit unfamiliar and stiff at the beginning, but after a few minutes they became extremely smooth.

Much more diligent (smarter) than them (.)

They are also much more diligent than their children.

Without comparison, there is no harm.

What kind of kid is Huo Yanheng, who has a strong sense of self-management?

Passers-by who wandered from other guest live broadcast rooms fell silent when they saw Huo Yanheng's actions.

Even netizens who are used to seeing big winds and waves find it hard to believe this scene.

Why did everything turn around when it came to Leng Qingqing and Huo Yanheng?

Also, how did Leng Qingqing give birth to a child like Huo Yanheng, who is a full-level child?

Who is the adult, who is the child, who is the mother, and who is the child?

"I just came from another live broadcast room. The parents have prepared meals, but the children haven't gotten up yet..."

"Don't doubt what you saw, Huo Yanheng is the adult of this family (smile)"

"I know you're shocked, but don't be shocked yet."

"Leng Qingqing, please tell me in which direction you can kowtow to give birth to such a sensible son!"

"Leng Qingqing, you are really lucky, I'm so jealous :)"

"Huo Yanheng: Without me, this family will break up sooner or later!"

"The male mother's childhood (bushi) (putting the lid on the pot and running away)..."