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

"Hengheng, does mommy's cooking taste good?" Because she was very fond of Leng Qingqing, Bai Dan also liked Hengheng, a well-behaved child. She knelt down and asked with a smile.

Little Carrot Ding stood close to the corner with his hands behind his back a little cautiously. He had snow-white skin and a dot of red cinnabar on his forehead, like a doll that stepped out of a comic book.

Huo Yanheng hesitated when asked.

"..." He was stopped by the question.

How could Huo Yanheng not know how much Leng Qingqing had?

But she couldn't be embarrassed in front of so many people, so she could only avert her eyes and nodded casually.

In the live broadcast room barrage, people were praising Hengheng for being so good.

"Isn't it true that the cinnabar mole on Hengheng's forehead was dotted? It's so magical."

"My grandma watched the live broadcast and said that Hengheng will be a very lucky child in the future."

"This cinnabar mole is really different."

“How about I order one for my kids too???”

"You really don't need our help?" Jiang Tianqiong stepped aside consciously, but he was still a little worried.

"No, I've already told you and you're still asking." Leng Qingqing took the iron pot from his hand. Jiang Tianqiong touched the tip of his nose after being told something. Not only was he not angry, he also lowered his head and smiled.

Suddenly a soft female voice came from outside the door.

"Sorry to keep everyone waiting. You are cooking...do you need my help?"

Everyone followed the sound and headed towards the door.

It was Ellie. She had changed into a pure black slim-fitting dress, her makeup was exquisite and perfect, and her slightly moist hair exuded bursts of light fragrance as she walked.

But there was a big bulge on the originally fair forehead, with bruises and bruises mixed with blood, which was a bit scary.

Bai Dan stepped forward, looked at her injured area, and comforted her: "Are you okay? If you are injured, don't go into the kitchen. Go and rest."

"How can I be so squeamish?" Ellie seemed to be seriously ill. There was no color on her lips. Her eyes fell on Leng Qingqing, and she didn't look away again.

The atmosphere in the kitchen became tense in an instant.

The guests clearly sensed that there was something going on between the two.

"Hey, Ellie, when did you come here? Is your injury okay?"

After a few seconds, Leng Qingqing stopped and turned her head in confusion. As soon as she saw Ellie, she hurriedly dropped the iron pot in her hand, wiped her hands, and walked over to observe the bag on her forehead.

She stretched out her fingers, gently brushed away Ellie's broken hair, and said in a worried tone: "It's all bruised like this, and I won't bandage it. I'll go ask the show team for some medicinal wine-"

With that said, he turned to the director and said, "Director, do you have some medicinal wine? I'll give Ellie some medicine."

Even though Ellie refused in every possible way, she was still dragged to the stool by Leng Qingqing.

She deliberately left it unbandaged just to hang out in front of the deserted people.

At the same time, he showed his pity in front of the audience and tortured his fans.

But Leng Qingqing was like a roundworm in her stomach, not only knowing what she was thinking, but also trying to make her restless.

"You are too careless." Leng Qingqing and Ellie sat on two stools opposite each other, exhaled gently, and gently wiped Ellie's wound with a cotton swab filled with iodine: "After applying the medicine, listen to Bai Bai Sister Dan, go out and sit down, I’m here.”

Ellie's face was almost distorted.

If this bitch hadn't tripped her on purpose, how could she have been hurt like this? !

Now she actually has the nerve to say such words. Ellie looked at the face of the woman so close and vomited blood in her heart. Seeing her pretending to be innocent, she wanted to tear her into pieces with her hands.

"You know how to cook, I really can't tell." Ellie's smile was half-hearted, her expression completely jumping back and forth between control and loss of control.

"There are many things that you can't see." Leng Qingqing said with a smile, "I will give you a surprise every day from now on."

Ellie: “…………”

In the live broadcast room, netizens were all talking about anything, and the barrage presented a hodgepodge.

"You don't know if you don't compare. Leng Qingqing is really a killer in the same frame."

"How come her face is smaller than Ellie's??? Is she still human!"

"It's such a big bag. It's too big. Ellie was too careless."

"I always feel that something is not quite right between the two of them..."

"Sister, it must be very painful to have such a big bag."

"Why did Ellie get hurt when she was with Leng Qingqing? I'm afraid only Leng Qingqing knows what happened at the scene."

At the same time, a large number of comments about Leng Qingqing’s cooking skills floated across the public screen.

"Um, I'm not telling you, isn't this kind of pretty female star always absolved of sexual pleasure?"

"I don't believe her when she says she has castrated pigs. It's just a script, haha."

"There are variety shows that don't have scripts, just check them out."

"Leng Qingqing's cleanup is really good. Are you changing the public relations team? Remember to give them a salary increase."

"Won't we find out soon whether she can cook?"

"If Leng Qingqing is really as good at cooking as she says, I will live broadcast the 720-degree Thomas Air Spin and take screenshots to prove it!"