Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Pan Shiyu: "Pfff—"

He did not know whether to laugh or cry as he looked at the delicate-looking girl opposite him. Her eyes were clear and pure. He found it funny. "What a coincidence. I'm also your fan."

"Huh?"

"My wife follows the tidbits of Concubine Yan's biography every day. She likes you very much. If she knew that you were the mystery guest, she would probably be overjoyed. Sigh, you're 19 years old this year, right? You're really amazing. What are your plans next? Can you take me into consideration?"

Pan Shiyu teased with a smile.

Song Yaoyao did not expect her popularity to be so widespread that even the best actor knew about her.

She scratched her head. Her face was not red and she was not panting. However, she pretended to be shy and said, "It's my honor that Mr. and Mrs. Pan like me. Then, let's make a deal. I'll consider you when I'm preparing for my new drama. Mr. Pan, don't lie to me!"

Pan Shiyu: "Ahem... Okay."

He was just saying it casually, but Song Yaoyao didn't take it casually. She took it seriously.

When it came to Song Yaoyao, even if it was fake, she wanted to make it real.

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If Pan Shiyu joined her crew, she would ask Pan Shiyu to make super delicious cakes for her.

Ah...

Just thinking about it was wonderful.

So, she had to quickly prepare for a new drama!

"Alright, we've talked so much. Let's get back to the main topic. Comrade Yaoyao, what are your specialties?"

Here came the real questions...

Song Yaoyao's smile froze, no longer as bright as before.

She blinked and said guiltily, "What specialties... do you need?"

The program team didn't tell her this in advance.

All she knew was that most of the guests who came to participate would cook their own dishes.

But when it came to cooking, she failed to learn it even after almost burning the kitchen to the ground. It wasn't her fault!

Pan Shiyu: "Any specialty is fine. It doesn't matter. Speak up."

He had a gentle appearance, like an amiable teacher. At this moment, he looked at Song Yaoyao encouragingly.

Song Yaoyao nodded, gaining some courage.

She carefully asked, "Then... can eating be considered a specialty?"

Pan Shiyu: "Huh?"

"How about chopping wood? I have a lot of strength too."

"Ch-chopping wood?"

"No?" Song Yaoyao's eyes were wet. She put her palms together and looked at Pan Shiyu pitifully. "I can learn too."

So please, make her a cake to eat.

Pan Shiyu was accidentally attracted by Song Yaoyao's cuteness.

The little girl in front of him had smooth skin, natural pink cheeks, red lips, white teeth, and a pair of pitch-black eyes that reminded Pan Shiyu of the glass marbles he had treasured in his childhood.

"Alright..."

He coughed twice, and even his voice softened.

"You passed."

"Yay!"

Hearing this, Song Yaoyao, who had been pitiful just a moment ago, instantly beamed with a bright smile.

Pan Shiyu felt as though he had been deceived.

Song Yaoyao: "Then, Mr. Pan, can I still eat your desserts?"

She pressed her palms together. "Please, please, I'm here for your culinary skills."

Pan Shiyu facepalmed. Such a cute girl who acted coquettishly, whose heart wouldn't be softened by her?

If he had a child, that child would be about the same age as Song Yaoyao.

He and his wife had gone through more than 20 years of hardship.

"Alright."

The program team: "When did Mr. Pan become so agreeable?"

Didn't he always torture the guests for fun? Moreover, the way he looked at Song Yaoyao just now was as if he was looking at his own daughter.

It was extremely doting.

He was simply not like the Pan Shiyu they knew. As a veteran artist in the entertainment industry and a person who had won the Best Actor award, there were many juniors in the entertainment industry who had received his guidance.