Outside of the program, at the Gu residence, Gu Yuning was shouting curses anxiously, completely unlike his usual obedient and meek self.

Gu Yuning: “What’s going on? Didn’t I say that every move Gu Qichi makes must be reported to me? Where did this variety show come from today? Why didn’t I know about it?”

The person on the other end apologized cautiously: “Brother Ning, this is our negligence, but this variety show was indeed only given to Gu Qichi two days ago. Time was too tight, we didn’t notice it at all.”

Gu Yuning: “Easy for you to say. I spent so much money buying hot searches, why aren’t they going up?!”

The person on the other end was trembling like a sieve, but cursing in his heart. Gu Yuning was sometimes crazy, insisting on going against that washed-up celebrity Gu Qichi, refusing to let go of even the slightest movement.

Unfortunately, Gu Yuning was the young master of the Gu family. Someone like him absolutely couldn’t be offended, so he could only force a smile.

Haicheng.

After completing a series of tasks, Gu Qichi and Ji Zhaozhao finally obtained a small house for temporary rest through their efforts.

The program crew gave a new task: 【Please ask all dads and their babies to make the local delicacy – Crab Soup Dumplings. Today’s lunch depends on yourselves!】

The small house was well-equipped, with bright windows and clean tables, complete with stove and cooking range. Gu Qichi even earned quite a few fresh ingredients through tasks.

It’s a pity…

Even a clever housewife cannot cook a meal without rice.

The great beauty frowned at the ingredients, not knowing where to start.

Actually, from the fact that he starved himself into acute gastroenteritis by not eating for four or five days, one could imagine that Gu Qichi couldn’t cook, not at all.

Let alone such difficult crab soup dumplings.

Shifting his gaze down to the tied-up crabs, Gu Qichi rarely felt a headache.

Ji Zhaozhao wasn’t afraid of getting dirty either, sitting directly on the ground in her pink princess dress, leaning very close, her bun-like face full of curiosity.

“Qichi, what is this thing?”

Children hadn’t seen live crabs and were naturally playful. Sneaking a glance at Gu Qichi and finding he wasn’t looking at her, the little radish head silently moved a few steps closer to the crab, her tender fingertip wanting to poke it.

“Zhaozhao!”

The little radish head guiltily retracted her hand, looking at the sky and looking at the ground, just daring not to look at Gu Qichi.

Gu Qichi sighed and picked up the little radish head, “Zhaozhao, this is a crab. Its pincers are very sharp, it will hurt if you get pinched.”

Hearing this, Zhaozhao looked up, her mouth forming an O shape, “Qichi is so amazing!”

Gu Qichi poked her cheek. It felt soft and chubby, his fingertip sinking into a deep pit but quickly rebounding.

“Does Zhaozhao want to eat crab soup dumplings?”

The little radish head blinked her big eyes, her gaze full of confusion: “Qichi, what is a crab… crab bun-bun.”

Gu Qichi sighed and pointed at the crab on the ground: “It means making the crab into a bun.”

The little radish head shook her head rapidly: “Zhaozhao doesn’t want to eat ugly bugs. Qichi.”

Seeing signs of Gu Qichi wavering, the staff member helplessly stepped forward to remind: “Teacher Gu, if you don’t do the task, there will be punishment.”

Gu Qichi pondered for a moment, his gaze sweeping over Ji Zhaozhao, and asked straightforwardly: “Does the punishment involve Zhaozhao?”

Seeing the staff member shake his head awkwardly, Gu Qichi stood up neatly, took out the dried noodles in the kitchen, and started boiling water in the pot.

But the little radish head, hearing that Gu Qichi would be punished, pouted unhappily:

Zhaozhao doesn’t want to eat buns, Zhaozhao wants to stay with Qichi. But Qichi can’t make buns, what to do, Zhaozhao doesn’t want Qichi to be punished.

The little radish head tilted her head, her chubby little hand forming a fist to support her chin, her eyes suddenly lighting up.

So Ji Zhaozhao waved her hand, acting like a domineering CEO: “Qichi don’t be afraid, leave it to Zhaozhao.”

[Pineapple Jackfruit: How can Zhaozhao be so cute ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I want a daughter too!]

[gqc when will get out of entertainment industry: No way, no way, don’t go on parent-child variety shows if you can’t cook, are you going to let the child suffer with you?]

[Are you okay: Are you okay?]

[Ordinary Love Genius: Has anyone noticed, Zhaozhao is very like a little domineering CEO.]

[Han Song legs 1.8 meters long: Please please, the domineering CEO is our Han Song!]

The little radish head flapped her two short legs and, led by the staff, was the first to knock on the door of Grandma Han next door.

Then she looked back timidly and said to the staff member following behind: “Uncle, can you not film Zhaozhao?”

The cameraman was a bit troubled and glanced hesitantly at the director not far away.

Director Liu picked up the walkie-talkie: “Agree to her first, then film secretly.”

The camera nodded up and down, signifying agreement. Ji Zhaozhao ran joyfully to Grandma Han and hugged her thigh.

Tilting up her chubby little face, Ji Zhaozhao pulled out several large red banknotes from her princess dress and started acting cute: “Hello Grandma, can Zhaozhao buy crab buns from Grandma~”

She was oblivious, not knowing her every move had already been captured by the camera.

But Grandma Han didn’t understand what she wanted. Seeing so much money all of a sudden, she was truly stunned. “Good baby, put the money away quickly. Tell Grandma what you want.”

Mom had taught her since she was little not to take other people’s things casually. The red paper was also given to her by Uncle. Uncle said big kids all like this, use it to exchange for whatever you want.

So the little radish head nodded resolutely, forcefully stuffed the money into Grandma’s hand, and then spread her hands to gesture.

“Qichi said, it means wrapping the ugly bug with pincers into a bun, that’s a crab bun. Can Grandma give me one? If there’s no crab bun, Qichi will be punished.”

“Zhaozhao doesn’t want Qichi to be punished.”

At this point, Grandma Han was full of confusion, trying hard to understand Ji Zhaozhao’s words. Suddenly, a lightbulb went off.

“Does Zhaozhao want crab soup dumplings?”

Has pincers, and is a bun. Besides crab soup dumplings, Grandma Han couldn’t think of anything else.

Ji Zhaozhao tilted her head, trying hard to recall what Gu Qichi said. It seemed Qichi Papa did say crab soup dumplings at the time!

The little radish head clapped her hands happily, “Grandma is awesome! That’s what Zhaozhao wants!”

When Ji Zhaozhao led Grandma Han home, Gu Qichi had just burned the second pot and was very embarrassed.

His hair had grown a bit long, so he casually borrowed a black hair tie from a staff member to tie it up, leaving a small bun at the nape of his neck.

The kitchen was hot, coupled with the steam from the boiling water. Gu Qichi leaned over the stove, the corners of his eyes slightly red, his peach blossom eyes shimmering with water, trying hard to fish out the broken noodles.

These noodles might be the worst-looking noodles Gu Qichi had ever seen. Mushy and cooked into a lump, varying in thickness, very hard to swallow. Green vegetable leaves were chopped and thrown into the pot, quickly mixing with the dough lumps into a green mess, completely ruining one’s appetite.

Gu Qichi: …

He clearly made it according to memory. Logically speaking, it shouldn’t look like this at all…

The staff member panned the camera up and down, giving a close-up of the noodles he made, and thoughtfully added a commentary:

“Teacher Gu, how about taking a break? The punishment isn’t very severe, burning down a resident’s house isn’t good.”

The barrage in the live broadcast room became lively again:

[Save me save me: Qibao, mom underestimated you, how did you survive the past 22 years]

[My wife is the most beautiful: In these thirty seconds of the live broadcast, are you swooning over Gu Qichi’s breathtaking beauty, or vomiting wildly over this bowl of noodles…]

[A Samoyed: Just saying, is this really food made by a human? Just saying, not cooking is also an option…]

[Earnest advice xmp: Very looking forward to Zhaozhao’s expression seeing this scene when she comes back later. The little princess probably didn’t come for a variety show, she came to survive a tribulation [facepalm crying]]

[Reborn domineering Chen Xu falls in love with me: Heartache for my Zhaozhao baby]

Little friend Ji Zhaozhao successfully completed the task and abducted Grandma Han back. Seeing the noodles Gu Qichi was holding and about to pour out, she gave a very supportive “Wow!”

“Is this the noodles Qichi made?” The little radish head ran over and praised it like a treasure: “It’s green! Qichi is so amazing!”

Gu Qichi: …

This exaggerated praise, better without it.

[Fruit TV my lifelong enemy: Seen it, Zhaozhao is a fan of Gu Qichi’s face, the kind with no reason (not really)]

[Pineapple jackfruit: Turns out someone can really praise this bowl of pig swill, I was too ignorant]

[gqc get out of entertainment industry: Can Gu Qichi get lost? If the kid eats it and gets sick, will he take responsibility? What kind of stuff is he making]

[Sun Wukong hit a dog: Summary: Gu Qichi isn’t anxious, Zhaozhao isn’t anxious, director team isn’t anxious, netizens aren’t anxious, the dog is anxious]

…

Fortunately, with Grandma Han presiding, this meal ended successfully.

After a day of eating, drinking, and playing, the night gradually deepened. The sea breeze smoothed away all the heat, feeling exceptionally cool on the body.

Wen Xi had something to do today and couldn’t come to pick him up. Zhaozhao was also handed over to the program team by him.

The sea and sky were the same color. At a glance, there was no end. Black and blue blended together, and the lighthouse in the middle of the sea could still be seen emitting a faint light.

It was guiding the wanderer home.

The waves surged, the washed-white waves covering the ankles. The young man walked barefoot on the beach, light and shadow flickering. Half of his face was hidden in darkness, half exposed to the light.

Like a ghost wandering the line between heaven and hell, captivating the soul.

“Gu Qichi.”

A man’s low and husky voice came from the distance. The young man turned his head abruptly, his whole face completely exposed to the light.

His hair was soft, plated with a layer of golden glow. The confusion and surprise in his peach blossom eyes seemed about to overflow. He was holding a huge coconut in his hands, and his lips were covered with a layer of transparent water stains.

Gu Qichi tilted his face up, his neck forming a beautiful arc in the light. He smiled very lightly, the starlight in his eyes dazzling, and spoke casually.

“Bo Yu.”

He tilted his head, his teasing tone undisguised: “You’re here again. What are you here for this time? Or are you here to catch me?”

President Bo’s eyes were obscure and unclear, his gaze burning, as if he could swallow the young man in front of him alive.

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. Bo Yu leaned closer and closer, finally stopping in front of the young man and extending his hand towards him.

“I came to take you home.”

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Author’s Note:

Bo Yu: Pure young man comes to take wife home (Male peacock spreading tail jpg)