In the entertainment industry, you are scumbag and I am cheap

If Cheng Xiangdong's cooking skills were good before giving birth, then his cooking skills after giving birth, in Cao Xu's words, will be heaven.

When Guaizi was in France, as long as he was at home, the nanny didn’t need to cook, and he definitely wanted to cook delicious food for his son in different ways, and then he found that his son was not picky eater and could eat anything. This discovery made him very happy. Even more intensified feeding.

Therefore, although Good Boy is about the same height as children of the same age, his weight is obviously much higher than that of children of the same age.

Cheng Xiangdong is very proud of this point, as a little boy, a healthy body will only be healthy if he eats well, and his son recovered from a headache and fever after sleeping, and he doesn't need injections or medicines at all.

Holding a baby in one hand, followed by Han Jiamu, who was carrying ingredients in both hands, a word suddenly flashed through Cheng Xiang's mind - take care of the family.

He avoided the cameraman and rolled his eyes indecently, feeling very depressed.

But no matter how depressed he was, he still had to eat. When he was cleaning the ingredients, he directed Han Jiamu to go to the stove at the door to light a fire, and let the two children play on the side, quickly chop vegetables and wash the rice.

The first dish came out of the pan, and it was full of color and fragrance. Not to mention the cameraman following the film, the staff standing not far away smelled the smell along with the wind.

This is much better than the burnt smell just now, and it can be called an attractive aroma!

The first time Han Jiamu smelled the fragrance, he wiped the dining table clean consciously, and then ran to him with an empty plate.

Cheng Xiangdong turned the pot twice, and saw him looking at him eagerly, then silently turned to look at his son who ran over to guard him one step earlier.

Even if it's a kiss, the two of you don't need to express and move with the same expression!

"Hey, then some food should be ready. Take them to wash their hands and serve the food. I'll be ready in no time." Cheng Xiangdong served the food and pushed the plate to him, "Come on, don't get in the way."

Looking at the steaming beef fried with celery, Han Jiamu nodded, strode into the yurt to put down the dishes, and then took the two children to the side to wash their hands.

After Cheng Xiangdong was busy with all the dishes, he saw a large group and two small eyes looking at the food on the table, but no one wanted to move the chopsticks first.

He put the egg and persimmon soup in his hand in the middle, sat down, "Let's eat."

The cameraman stood two meters away, and a circle of people surrounded them to take pictures. Cheng Xiangdong and Han Jiamu had long been used to this kind of life of being watched, and the boy was a little nervous, but with Daddy by his side, he was still relaxed at first. He was not very open, and then he ate meat in his mouth, and immediately revived with full blood, regardless of whether he was photographed or not, Daddy's cooking was the best, and he had no time to think about anything else.

But Jasmine couldn't do it. She was usually hugged and fed by her grandma and grandpa when she ate at home, and a five-year-old child couldn't use chopsticks well.

Grabbing a small spoon to scoop vegetables in the dish, but didn't scoop up a few.

Although Han Jiamu didn't have any rules when eating, he couldn't stand this kind of impolite behavior. He glanced at the boy who was eating with a bowl, and then at the circle of rice grains beside Jasmine's bowl, and wanted to say a few words.

Cheng Xiangdong noticed that he paused, quickly put some vegetables for Jasmine into a bowl, and said softly: "Jasmine is so good, she won't eat her face when she eats by herself, which uncle will help you if you want to eat."

Jasmine blushed a little, probably because she was rarely praised for eating, so she hurriedly stuffed the bowl into her mouth.

Cheng Xiangdong was afraid that she would choke, so he said to eat slowly, and at the same time gave her another Coke chicken wing, "Eat this with your hands, eat like a younger brother, and uncle will wipe your hands later."

Jasmine nodded, grabbed the chicken wing with her upper hand, and bit into it.

Her mother was standing not far away, almost crying when she saw her daughter being able to eat by herself.

Han Jiamu swallowed the words, got up and brought two small empty bowls, filled a bowl of soup for each of the two little guys to dry.

The four people here had a comfortable lunch, but the four couples of father and son on the other side were in great pain.

But maybe it was because they were hungry, the children didn’t think there was anything wrong with the dish with too much salt, the green vegetables were fried black, and the rice was a little bit raw. They were very satisfied while eating and nodding, and praised: "Dad's cooking is delicious!"

The father was fine, and he felt complacent after being praised by his son. After the two temporary fathers were praised, they secretly looked at the mother of the child not far away, feeling a little sorry for him.

Fortunately, it was only necessary to record a small part of eating lunch. After the children ate two bites, the messy meals on their table were taken away and replaced with box lunches prepared by the program group.

Although the taste of the boxed lunch is average, there is no harm without comparison. It is really much more delicious than the one made by yourself.

Cheng Xiangdong's four dishes and one soup were all eaten up, the good boy's belly was round, and Jasmine also ate the most meal since she was born. Her mother couldn't help but took a mobile phone to record it and sent it to her in-laws at home. Make them happy too.

Looking at the two children who were obviously overfed, Cheng Xiangdong raised an eyebrow at Han Jiamu, "Wash the dishes, take the children for a walk to digest food, choose one."

"Washing the dishes." If there was only Guaizi, he would be happy to take it for a walk, but Jasmine was added... He sighed, "Don't take it too far."

Cheng Xiangdong nodded, and led the two little guys to the nearby pasture.

Apparently he wasn't the only one who came out for a stroll after dinner. The six children wanted to run around when they got together, and ran away right after eating.

Cheng Xiangdong and Chen Zhiqiang hurriedly stopped them. Fortunately, the children were still obedient and there were assistants watching, so the two adults had time to talk.

"When I was at home, I didn't even go into the kitchen, let alone cook, and I didn't wash the dishes. I'm afraid pigs wouldn't eat the food. My son actually said that Dad's cooking is delicious. I'm ashamed. "

"Brother Chen seldom stays with Pengpeng, right? Children of this age worship their own fathers." Seeing his son's happy smile, Cheng Xiangdong's eyes became more gentle unconsciously, "I think no matter how busy you are, you have to take time off. Accompany the child, otherwise there will be trouble."

Chen Zhiqiang didn't think what he said made sense before. He usually lived at home when he was not busy, and he and his son often played together, but suddenly took the child away from home. Not to mention his son was not used to it, he himself felt awkward .Last night when he was about to go to bed, Pengpeng cried for a long time. He insisted on looking for his mother. In the end, he had no choice but to video his wife at home and ask her to comfort his son.

After wiping his face, he sighed, looked at Cheng Xiangdong enviously and said, "Your family is the youngest and the most obedient."

Cheng Xiangdong agreed with his words in his heart, but he said modestly: "He has a big temper, and he will become violent when he gets familiar with him."

After playing outside for about half an hour, Cheng Xiangdong knew that there might be other tasks to come in the afternoon, so he and Chen Zhiqiang called the children back and went back to sleep.

It was nothing at first, but after Han Jiamu took Jasmine back to their tent, the little girl was quite cooperative at first and asked him to help him take off his clothes and shoes, but she stopped doing it as soon as she lay on the bed, clutching the quilt and pitifully looking for her mother .

Han Jiamu could only give a few words of consolation first, and then got up and left the bed after the director signaled that it was okay.

"Brother Han, why don't I drive you back to rest?" Anyway, the shooting location is not far from the place where I lived last night, and it only took more than half an hour to go back and forth.

Han Jiamu waved his hand, and Jasmine's mother apologized to him repeatedly, her face flushed.

"It's okay, go and sleep with her for a while, and I'll come back when I wake up soon." After speaking, he greeted the on-site director, and went straight out of the yurt to Cheng Xiangdong's not far away.

Cheng Xiangdong just took off Guaizi's coat, Guaizi was a little excited, stood on the bunk and grabbed him bouncingly and said several tones in French to show that he liked playing with the children very much.

It's rare for his son to be so lively, and when he was out of character, he didn't want to restrain him, so he just stood by the bed and helped him jump, and when he was tired from jumping and sat down, he continued to wipe his face with a wet towel Wiping his hands, he laughed at him while wiping: "My boy, look at you, you are so dirty, you are about to become a little nigga."

"What's a little nigger, Daddy?"

"The little nigger is..." Before he finished speaking, he heard the sound of the door being pulled open, turned his face to look, and asked in surprise, "You're not taking your lunch break?"

Liu Sensen came with Han Jiamu, heard his question and hurried forward, and whispered, "Brother Cheng, Jasmine is crying for her mother, it's inconvenient for Brother Han to be there, if you go back to the hotel, you'll have to worry about it, he said come here Let's just make do with it..." Under Cheng Xiangdong's gaze, Liu Sensen finished his sentence with difficulty.

As soon as the boy saw Han Jiamu coming in, he wanted to jump down from the bunk, but Han Jiamu stepped over to catch him.

Then turned their heads, one big and one small stared at Cheng Xiangdong face to face, expressing a lot of meaning without speaking.

Han Jiamu: I want to sleep here, it's too noisy over there.

Good Boy: Daddy, Mummy has come to sleep with us, please leave him now.

The cameramen who followed the camera looked at each other, maybe they stared at the machine for too long, why the more they looked at it, the more they felt that Han Jiamu and Cheng Xiangdong's son looked a bit alike!

Some children don’t look like any of their parents just by showing you, but when they stand face to face together, they will look more and more like their parents. It’s impossible to tell whether the upper half of the face looks like Dad or the lower half The face looks like a mother.

Now they feel this way when they see Han Jiamu and Guaizi.

But if Cheng Xiangdong and Guaizi are put together, the similarity is even higher, so they just wondered for a while and didn't think there was anything wrong, and soon the matter was forgotten.

A lot of cameras were already installed in the room, so the cameraman who followed him left after not staying for long.

Cheng Xiangdong glanced expressionlessly at the man who had already taken off his clothes and shoes and went to bed. He gritted his teeth and couldn't help it. Anyway, the microphone on his body has been taken off at this moment, and the camera in the room has been turned off, so he said I am not afraid of being known for anything.

"Can you see clearly what this place is? You will be misunderstood and gossiped if you run over here."

Han Jiamu frowned and raised his eyelids to look at him, beckoning him to keep his voice down, the boy had already fallen asleep on his arm.

Cheng Xiangdong took a deep breath, he really didn't know how to communicate with this person.

He remembered that Han Jiamu didn't like their relationship to be known in the past, why didn't he care about it after seeing him for five years?

Han Jiamu didn't think much about it at all, he just came here because he thought he wanted to come and see their father and son, and he decided that since Jasmine was accompanied by her mother, he just had to go there every day before the video was recorded, and he would stay with Cheng Xiangdong for the rest of the time Let's be together.

Always alone, he will feel empty and lonely.