"If Si Si heard you say that, wouldn't she cry with anger?"
Hearing Fang Miaomiao's schadenfreude, Cui Mantong's mature face finally showed the pout of a young woman: "He wouldn't. Just like his dad, always so serious. Nothing can change their expression, like an old man."
"Oh," Fang Miaomiao drew out her voice, "So his personality takes after his father."
"Indeed." Cui Mantong looked over and saw Fang Miaomiao looking at her with a mischievous smile.
This made her blush: "Miaomiao, why are you looking at me like that?"
"Heh heh..." Fang Miaomiao chuckled mischievously, "Sister Mantong must be very happy."
"How did you see that?"
"Your eyes, the tone of your voice."
A person can pretend to be anything, but their temperament and gaze are hard to fake. The happiness and girlishness that flashed in Cui Mantong's eyes when she mentioned Si Si and her husband were undeniable.
[Hearing Fang Miaomiao say this, I feel relieved for Sister Mantong.]
[Exactly, exactly. For a while, some bad media outlets took things out of context and said our Sister Mantong was divorced. It made me so angry I couldn't eat. Their family is clearly so happy.]
[I remember that incident too. Now it seems our Sister Mantong is clearly very happy. Those rumor-mongers are truly detestable.]
[Ahhh, I can't take it anymore. Sister Mantong with her girlish demeanor is uniquely charming. I love it so much.]
[Indeed, shouldn't everyone thank Fang Miaomiao? I think Fang Miaomiao intentionally threw this out there. Otherwise, the 'Tong Hua' fans would still be worried about Sister Mantong's marriage.]
[No! Let's leave Sister Mantong to herself. We don't want to get involved.]
"Although my husband is serious and speaks little, he is very good to me." Cui Mantong's eyes were filled with happiness.
"I can see that. Very happy." Fang Miaomiao tapped Cui Mantong's arm with her finger, "Here, happy Miss Cui, your little gentleman has arrived."
Cui Mantong turned her head and saw Cui Yongsi walking towards them from the intersection, carrying a large water bottle.
The large water bottle was pink and decorated with little stars.
Well, how to put it? It was ugly-cute, and after looking at it for a while, it became quite charming.
"Mom, you need to drink water."
Cui Mantong took the large water bottle from Cui Yongsi with a wry smile, "Why are you here? Is the mission complete?"
"Yes, I've remembered it all." Cui Yongsi nodded obediently, then walked up to Wen Yanan, "Can I sit here?"
"Of course."
The two children chatted with each other intermittently.
"Why do I feel a bit sleepy?" Fang Miaomiao leaned on the railing, her eyelids almost closing.
Seeing this, Cui Mantong smiled helplessly, then shook her head to signal the two little ones to keep their voices down.
Time ticked by.
The sound of cicadas buzzed in their ears.
"Your mom seems to really like sleeping," Cui Yongsi said softly to Wen Yanan, resting his chin on his hands and tilting his head slightly.
"She woke up today..." Wen Yanan showed a rare hint of struggle on his face, "Quite early."
"Ah? Nine o'clock is early?" Cui Yongsi scratched his head and suddenly realized, "So moms are all the same. When my mom is at home, if Dad doesn't come back at noon to wake her, she'll sleep until I get home in the afternoon."
"She... sleeps that much?"
The two children seemed to be deep in thought, then a look of realization dawned on their faces. Their murmuring caused the audience in the livestream to burst into laughter.
[I can't anymore. My mom asked me why I was laughing like an idiot. I handed her my phone, and she laughed just like me.]
[Help me, these two kids discussing seriously looks like they've encountered a monumental problem.]
[So all mothers in the world like to sleep in. I showed this to my mom, and she rolled her eyes and kicked me out of the house.]
[This is a travel show. Is it really okay for Fang Miaomiao to keep sleeping? With the sun so bright, do the production crew have to wait for her to wake up before starting the show? Rich celebrities are truly different.]
[The production crew is biased. I don't want to say this anymore. Look at Shen Jiani's group, they were struggling so hard fishing. And they're here sleeping soundly. This production crew is too obvious in favoring people.]
[It can't be helped. Who told her she has a wealthy sugar daddy? If you're willing, you can also let your sister find a wealthy sugar daddy.]
[The person above, my 40-meter long sword almost couldn't be put away.]
Chen Tianming watched the trending searches about to spike and drank water nervously; "Did you send someone to ask? Is Fang Miaomiao still sleeping?"
She'd been sleeping with her head down for over an hour, not even moving. Wouldn't her arm be numb?
"Director, she's sleeping soundly."
Although it was only June, the midday sun could be hot after a long exposure. The VJ following Shen Jiani's group was working under the big sun, while Fang Miaomiao's side had the equipment set up and went to find shade.
The key point was that the livestream data for Fang Miaomiao and Cui Mantong's side was significantly higher than that of Shen Jiani and Wang Qing. The trending topics even doubled, although a large part of this was led by Cui Mantong's fans.
But the data was real and couldn't lie.
Chen Tianming took a deep breath, picked up the walkie-talkie, and ordered the staff to wake Fang Miaomiao.
"Ah, time to work." Fang Miaomiao stretched, her eyelids still drooping.
"You're drooling."
A light sentence made the groggy Fang Miaomiao instantly sober up. She instinctively lowered her head and wiped her mouth.
Dry?
Huh?
Fang Miaomiao looked up and saw the cameraman trying to hold back a smile. Her old face flushed, "Brother cameraman, can this be edited out?"
The cameraman shook his head.
Cui Mantong chuckled, "Miaomiao, you're too cute. This is a livestream, how can it be edited out?"
"Ahem." Fang Miaomiao touched her nose, pretending to glare fiercely at the culprit, "You're carrying the supplies later. No refusal."
After saying that, Fang Miaomiao pulled Cui Mantong and ran towards the small path behind the mountain.
"An'an, your mom is really cute."
Wen Yanan suppressed the involuntary upturn of his lips and followed with his short legs.
According to the director, the production staff had placed the ingredients in different locations in the back mountain. The key was whether they could find them.
The four of them wandered in the forest for more than half an hour before finding a bamboo basket. The problem was that the basket only contained garlic.
"The production team is too mean," Cui Mantong wiped the sweat from her forehead, "They hid this thing too well."
Fang Miaomiao's gaze lingered on a certain spot, "Mantong, you guys wait here. I'll be back soon."
Although tired, Cui Mantong was not at ease leaving Fang Miaomiao alone, "How can that be? If you go, we go together."
Fang Miaomiao chuckled wryly, but still agreed to the adult's request, with the two children following behind her.