At night, Little Qiu Ming was sleeping peacefully in Peng Peng's boring story.
In the lively live broadcast room, the fans also greeted each other goodnight and left the live broadcast room one by one.
The assistant director showed Wang Zhengyu the day's data.
The data in the live broadcast room had always been amazing. It was an unprecedented peak.
"It seems that using the live broadcast method this time is really a wise choice.”
the assistant director said.
"It's all thanks to Ming Ming."
Wang Zhengyu was very clear about Ming Ming's role in this.
"But we haven't found Mingming's parents yet. What if Mingming leaves one day?”
the assistant director said worriedly.
This was also Wang Zhengyu's worry.
If Yi couldn't find Ming Ming's parents, then she couldn't sign Ming Ming.
Ming Ming's popularity could be said to be bursting at the moment, and it was difficult for him not to be noticed.
If other companies were interested, they would probably look for Mingming's parents first and then sign the contract. This was what Wang Zhengyu was worried about.
"Old Wang, let's have a drink."
Huang Lei couldn't sleep and always liked to have a drink or two at night. This was what Wang Zhengyu liked.
"Let's drink, let's drink."
Wang Zhengyu threw his worries to the back of his mind and prepared to get drunk.
As the sun rose, a new day had arrived.
Ming Ming woke up early.
The photographer had already started a new day of filming. When he saw Ming Ming come out, he even went into the room to take a picture of Peng Peng's sleeping position.
Peng Peng covered himself with the blanket and snored, drooling.
...
"Good morning Mushroom House."
"Peng Peng, you've brought us joy so early in the morning. You're really a little clown.”
"I feel that Peng Peng has become an indispensable living treasure of the mushroom house.”
"Baby Ming, you're up so early. You're really a hardworking child.”
"I'm curious. What is Baby Ming going to do so early?”
"Photographer, hurry up and take pictures of Baby Ming. I don't want to look at the lazy pig Pengpeng.”
The bullet comments had already flooded the screen. Wang Zhengyu was still in bed. The assistant director quickly switched the camera and focused on Little Qiu Ming.
No one had woken up in the mushroom house yet, and there was only little Qiu Ming in the entire courtyard.
The sensible little Qiu Ming brushed his teeth with a small teacup and washed his face. Everything was in order, just like a little adult.
However, under the camera, her small figure had the beauty of a small bridge and flowing water.
"Baby Ming, why are you up so early?”
The photographer had been following Little Qiu Ming for two days, and he liked Little Qiu Ming more and more.
However, as a photographer, he could not say too much.
Little Qiu Ming was alone at the moment, so he couldn't help but ask.
"You can't sleep in. Those who sleep in aren't good children.”
Little Qiu Ming didn't know where he heard it, but he said to the camera seriously.
When the assistant director heard this, he even changed the camera.
Under the camera was Peng Peng, who was snoring and drooling, as well as Huang Lei and He Jiong, who were fast asleep.
Qiu Ming had said that those who slept in were not good children, and the assistant director was really cooperative. He was simply trying to attract hatred.
"Director, that's enough."
The assistant beside him could not help but roll his eyes.
After washing up, Little Qiu Ming walked into the kitchen.
The netizens were curious. Was Little Qiu Ming looking for food?
There were all kinds of tools in the kitchen, but most of them were placed high up, so little Qiu Ming couldn't reach them at all.
There was only a small stove with a small pot on it. It was used by Huang Leiping to cook things. There was also a small stool beside it.
Qiu Ming didn't sit on the bench. He stood beside the small stove. The small stove reached his chest, as if it was tailor-made.
Little Qiu Ming looked at the small stove and scratched his head. He looked left and right, then began to find some firewood. He took the small pot away and put the firewood inside.
"Baby Ming, are you going to make breakfast?”
The cameraman helped the netizens ask their questions.
"Uncle Huang is too tired, so I want to cook some rice paste for you.”
Little Qiu Ming answered and then continued to work.
...
"I'm touched. Baby Ming is amazing."
"I'm so touched that such a small baby phone knows how to be considerate.”
"Sigh, as expected, outstanding children belong to other people's families.”
"If my son was so sensible, I would be so happy.”
"This is happiness. If I can eat a bite of the rice paste that Baby Ming personally cooked, my life will be worth it.”
Little Qiu Ming's words moved the audience.
Even the cameraman felt his heart ache.
She thought about how her son was a few years older than little Qiu Ming, but he only knew how to play games all day. How could he know how to be considerate of his parents?
This comparison was simply infuriating.
However, the photographer still followed his own principles and did not lend a helping hand. He just continued to shoot. After all, he did not have the right to do so.
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