After Participating in Intern Parents Variety Show with Movie Empress Mother - Chapter 47.1

The child murmured.

Rong Yue entered the entertainment industry to play tickets. Before joining the group, she quickly lost weight, and usually she opened her stomach to eat.

During this period of time, she didn’t receive the drama, and she ate at home to get a slightly fat body. She originally wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to record variety shows to lose weight, but she didn’t expect that her appetite had grown, and she felt uncomfortable when she was hungry, but now she is so hungry. Sticking to the back, speaking becomes slack.

“Don’t look at them.” Rong Yue said, “Our lunch box is coming soon!”

The brothers and sisters were so hungry that they were exhausted. Finally, they finally waited for the delivery boy to deliver the lunch.

The two of them walked to the dining table with their lunch boxes.

Zhang Rumeng moved to Mo Sui’s side to make room for them.

Rong Yue opened the lid of the lunch box.

A box lunch of twelve yuan is only two meat and one vegetarian.

Rong Bai went to get four bowls and divided the rice and vegetables into four equal portions.

In the end, both siblings were silent.

Not to mention the belly pads, not even filling the gaps between the teeth is not enough.

Rong Bai didn’t use chopsticks, he used a spoon to scoop out a cauliflower.

Originally I wanted to serve it with rice, but the rice was only one bite. I just stuffed it into my mouth and swallowed it inadvertently, making me feel lonely after eating.

Rong Yue picked up the chopsticks, lightly picked up a small grain of rice, and put it into his mouth carefully.

She took a bite, her teeth almost missed the grain of rice, but she still pretended to be nothing and glanced at Mo Sui.

Mo Sui looked at this inexplicable person, and suddenly felt that his food tasted more delicious.

“Xiao Yue, the more you eat like this, the more hungry you will become.” After a long time, Rong Bai couldn’t help reminding her.

Rong Yue said angrily, “You feel bad for me, why didn’t you give me one more pill just now?”

Rong Bai choked on her words.

An An heard the words and took a small grain of rice with the children’s chopsticks: “I’ll give you one.”

Rong Yue’s mouth twitched, her face darkened.

Seeing that she didn’t speak, An An put her small grain of rice back into the bowl and took a big mouthful with a spoon, her mouth full.

“Is it delicious?” Zhang Rumeng asked.

“It’s delicious!” An An patted her belly, “It’s so full.”

After Rong Yue finished eating, she stood up to wash the dishes.

Every step, she walked slowly.

You have to walk slowly, otherwise the few grains of rice in your stomach will soon be digested.

…

On the first day of the program group, An An was not hungry.

Forty yuan is not too much, but not too much. Gu Yicheng arranged two meals, each of which was different and rich in nutrition.

It’s just that early tomorrow morning, Zhang Rumeng’s husband will join the show crew, and it will be inappropriate for the two to live together again.

After all, there are three people in their family, three people have three mouths, just one An’an has to eat and drink enough, and every meal can’t make it.

After dinner, Mo Sui took An An to the kitchen to make steamed buns.

It’s just that when she bought flour, she didn’t think too much, and now standing in front of the Nakajima stage, she was in trouble.

There was no mobile phone around, and Mo Sui couldn’t even look up the recipe. Mo Sui didn’t know how to make steamed buns.

The little biscuit was very enthusiastic and went to pull his mother over: “An An, my mother can make steamed buns!”

Du Qianyi didn’t want to help.

She heard people say that Mo Sui’s reputation has completely collapsed, and he has lost countless fans. Even the movie “Twin Cities” is likely to be implicated by Mo Sui, resulting in it being unable to be released as scheduled.

In that case, why should she give Mo Sui this face?

Du Qianyi said to her daughter, “It’s getting late, our family is going to sleep.”

[One thing to say, Du Qianyi is really unkind. 】

[It’s all from the same show group, what’s the matter? 】

[Mo Sui didn’t let the little biscuit mother make all the steamed buns, he just taught her how to make it, and he didn’t want to say that? 】

[I have seen the tidbits of “Twin Cities”, Du Qianyi is not such a face in it. At that time, she took her daughter to greet Mo Sui, smiling like a flower, very flattering! 】

[Although I am a little disappointed with Mo Sui, I suddenly want her to turn over and slap the faces of those who worship high and tread low! 】

Du Qianyi took the biscuits back to the room.

Mo Sui and An An were at a loss when it came to flour.

This is Xiao Tuanzi’s breakfast tomorrow. If she can’t finish it, she won’t know what to let her eat tomorrow.

Just when the mother and daughter didn’t know what to do, Gu Yicheng came downstairs.

It’s already early November and the temperature is getting cooler.

Gu Yicheng had just taken a shower, and his hair was still wet. He wiped his hair with a towel at will, and walked over: “No wonder I didn’t see you in the room, so it’s here.”

“Dad, we don’t know how to make steamed buns.” An An raised her face, “Can you?”

“Isn’t it about making steamed buns? How did it become steamed buns?” Gu Yicheng asked.

Mo Sui: “Where’s the stuffing for buns?”

Gu Yucheng: …

Indeed not.

He rolled up the sleeves of his dark gray sweater: “I’ll try it.”

“Would you?” Mo Sui asked in surprise.

“I made hand-rolled noodles for An An,” he said.

“Wow! Dad is amazing!” An An said happily.

Next, the little dumpling stood on tiptoe and stood beside Dad watching him knead the flour.

She was eager to try, and asked Dad to give herself a small piece of dough like the last time he made hand-rolled noodles.

“It won’t be wasted!” An An said loudly.

Gu Yicheng smiled and brought her a piece of dough.

The father and daughter began to knead the dough seriously, like the chefs of the back kitchen, kneading hot.

“Dad, is it useful to squeeze like this? Will it really turn into a steamed bun?” An An asked.

“It should be.” Gu Yicheng lowered his eyes and said to An An with a smile, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a hand take the towel from his shoulders.

Mo Sui stood on tiptoe and wiped his hair casually.

Gu Yicheng was stunned for a moment, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

“The towel is in the way. Take it away when it’s dry,” Mo Sui said.

The smile in Gu Yicheng’s eyes deepened, and he whispered a word to An An’s ear.

“What did he say?” Mo Sui raised an eyebrow.

The little dumpling was like a repeater, repeating his father’s words: “My father said that my mother loved him, and I was afraid that he would catch a cold! Also, my father said that my mother was so gentle!”

Gu Yicheng turned his head to look at her, with a sly smile on his face.

Mo Sui:  …

She squinted, stood on tiptoe, wrapped a towel in both hands, wrapped his head, and wiped it dry.

Her operation was fast and intense, and the audience watching the live broadcast room was dumbfounded.

An An blinked, also stupid.

Mom is amazing, like a magic trick, drying Dad’s short, hedgehog-like hair!

“Are you gentle now?” she asked.

[President Gu: Not gentle, not gentle anymore. 】

【Is it acting? Why does it look like it’s flirting! 】

[Oops, I hit it again. 】

It was getting late, and the guests had already returned to their rooms to rest.

In the kitchen, the warm yellow light is still on, and the family of three is busy.

After an unknown amount of time, Gu Yicheng put a basket of steamed buns into the steamer.

Mo Sui took the small dumplings to take a bath, and when she brought the child back to the crib, she came back and asked, “How is it?”

Gu Yicheng smiled awkwardly: “My face didn’t look good, it’s a bit hard.”

[Laughing to death, two hours of work in vain? 】

[Let me see how bad it is! 】

[Wait a minute, why are you back in the room! Is today’s live broadcast coming to an end? 】

…

Even though the An An family’s live broadcast room has the most gangsters and the most banned administrators, the popularity remains undiminished.

An An was sleepy, lying on her comfortable children’s bed, rubbing her eyes: “Dad, will An An fall?”

“No, this bed has guardrails and is very safe.” Gu Yicheng stood beside her bed and read a story to the child in a warm voice.

The little dumpling stretched and quietly fell asleep.

[Let me see where their cots are. 】

[Plastic couples sleep in separate beds again. 】

Gu Yicheng helped An An tuck the quilt, and said good night to the sleeping little boy.

When he turned around, he glanced at Mo Sui.

Mo Sui was already sitting in the bed and resting, her long hair was gently loose. She looked down at the magazine, her hair covering her eyebrows.

Gu Yicheng was suddenly a little nervous.

An An agrees that he sleeps in a big bed, so there shouldn’t be any trouble today, right?

He took off his sweater and gave her another guilty glance.

This glance happened to meet the eyes of Mo Sui, whose expression was equally unnatural.

She held the magazine and looked at him quietly, and found that her eyes were caught, and the corners of her mouth froze.

“are you hungry?”

“hungry.”

The heat in the live broadcast room is getting higher and higher.

Although there were only the last three minutes left, everyone was reluctant to leave.

“Wait a minute.” Mo Sui said.

【hungry? hungry? 】

[Hurry up, what are you doing! 】

[I’m a fan of the actress, I haven’t dared to speak for her for a long time, and now I’m going out of my way… Sister, let me eat sugar. 】

[Kiss when you’re hungry, you won’t be hungry after a kiss! 】

[What does the queen ask President Gu to wait for? Hurry up, it’s almost nine o’clock! 】

Half a minute later, the audience had their answer.

On the screen, the couple are sitting in bed together.

Gu Yicheng held a steamed bun as hard as a pot lid in his hand, and took a bite.

This side really didn’t turn out well, and when I took a bite, it was so hard that a bed of **** fell off.

Mo Sui sat on the side and shook the quilt, shaking off the steamed buns on it.

Gu Yicheng quickly probed his head and looked in An’an’s direction.

Fortunately, he slept peacefully. He usually taught his children not to eat in bed.

Be a good example.

At nine o’clock, the live broadcast room closed on time.

[Ah, ah, I haven’t read it yet. 】

【After eating the steamed buns? Can plastic couples still separate beds? 】

[I look forward to the program tomorrow morning. 】

[Tomorrow, Zhang Rumeng’s husband will arrive. By then, the An’an family will only be able to spend twenty dollars for a day, which is very challenging]

That night, Mo Sui’s Weibo started to slowly gain followers.

And the couple’s cp powder knock sugar account has been restored and updated again.

There are a small number of loyal fans who believe that the so-called giving birth to a child to the big boss should be just a rumor.