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Recording begins for Chapter 439

As the morning sunlight faded and slowly became dazzling, the sounds of spatulas clattering and dishes being cleared came from the kitchen.

The kitchen door was gently opened. Today, Vivian Chow was without makeup. Her flowing hair was tied into a ponytail with a hair tie. She wore a light yellow T-shirt, ivory capri pants, pink flip-flops, and a light blue apron.

She carried the steaming clay pot, a gentle smile on her lips, and carefully placed it on the dining table.

Next, she moved back and forth between the kitchen and the dining table. Before long, a plate of appetizing scallion pancakes, six hard-boiled eggs, two small cold dishes, a plate of braised beef, and bowls, chopsticks, and soup spoons were placed on the table.

Zhou Huimin hummed a little tune as she scooped four bowls of congee with preserved egg and lean pork from the clay pot, arranged them in their places, pretended to wipe her hands on her apron, and then walked into the bedroom with a smile.

"Daqi, wake up." She called softly and gently patted He Daqi's shoulder as he slept.

He Daqi seemed to be sleeping too soundly, or perhaps Zhou Huimin's voice was too soft, because he was not responding at all and was still fast asleep with his eyes closed.

"Daqi, wake up! I've made breakfast. Get up, wash up, and eat."

Vivian Chow gently pinched Ho Tai-kai's nose, looking at him with affection. Ho Tai-kai, as if struggling to breathe, finally opened his eyes.

"Stop messing around, let me sleep a little longer," He Daqi said lazily in a muffled voice.

"Wake up! Have you forgotten what we're supposed to do today? Get up, wash up, and eat. I'll go wake Huanhuan and Lele up." Zhou Huimin gave He Daqi a charming glare and gently nudged him to wake him up more.

"Hmm~" He Daqi stretched and sat up drowsily, still looking sleepy, but he was obviously awake.

Seeing him like this, Zhou Huimin happily rubbed He Daqi's face with both hands, and then kissed him on the forehead, as if rewarding He Daqi for getting up obediently.

"Crack!"

With Lu Yang's "Cut!", the cameraman put down his camera, He Daqi's sleepy look disappeared, and Zhou Huimin held a small mirror, looking at herself from left to right, trying to find anything unnatural on her face.

Both husband and wife are veteran actors; they portray a virtuous and gentle wife and a careless and lazy husband with ease.

And that proved to be true. He Daqi, Zhou Huimin, and Lu Yang all checked the playback from each camera angle and found no problems. The performance just now was a success.

"Okay, while the lighting is good, quickly film another segment," Lu Yang said after checking the playback one last time.

Vivian Chow once again adopted her image as a virtuous wife and loving mother, humming a little tune as she slowly walked upstairs to the second floor, followed by a cameraman.

Stopping at the door of the two children's room, the photographer pressed his ear against the door to listen for any sounds. He didn't know if he heard anything, but he tiptoed and opened the door a crack. The photographer quickly followed, pointing the lens at the crack. He could vaguely see the two little ones lying peacefully asleep in bed.

With a happy smile, Vivian Chow quietly pushed open the door and entered the room. Standing in front of the bed, the two sleeping little ones looked like quiet angels, making one reluctant to disturb them.

These two little rascals are really asleep. What we're filming now is their natural reactions. I gave them a lot of instructions last night so they would be comfortable and natural in front of the camera. So now Zhou Huimin has no worries. When she saw the cameraman adjusting his position, she immediately bent down and shook the two children.

"Happy and cheerful, wake up! Mom has made breakfast."

"Yes, Mom." X2
The two little ones had just woken up and started whining and acting cute. They didn't want to stay in bed, so they quickly got up and sat down, waiting for Vivian Chow to put their shoes on.

The two little rascals inherited Vivian Chow's baby fat. Their chubby little faces looked a bit dazed, all pink and rosy, making you want to hug and kiss them. Their cartoon pajamas were askew, and their tender white little feet dangled back and forth. Vivian Chow chuckled and patted them gently, telling the two little rascals to stop being naughty.

There was no need to change clothes; just put on your shoes and go downstairs in your pajamas. After walking more than halfway down the stairs, He Daqi, who had been waiting for a long time, came out of the bedroom at just the right moment and was spotted by the two children.

"Dad!" X2
The two little ones hurriedly ran up the remaining half of the stairs, and with their short legs, they rushed over and hugged He Daqi's pants.

"Do you remember what we were going to do today?"

"I remember!" X2
"Then tell me what we're going to do."

"I'm going to record a show with other kids." X2
The two children spoke in unison, clearly indicating that Zhou Huimin had given them excellent instructions last night.

"Good boy/girl." He Daqi smiled and patted the heads of the two little ones. Seeing that Lu Yang had silently directed the camera to be set up, he smiled and led the two children to sit down at the dining table.

Vivian Chow, with a sweet smile, sat down opposite Ho Tai-kai.

Next was mealtime. He Daqi had prepared all the dishes, but after he finished cooking, he went back to his bedroom to lie down and had Zhou Huimin bring them out. He Daqi's cooking skills are quite good now, and after filming for more than 20 minutes, the porridge was at the perfect temperature, so they could sit down and start eating right away.

The family of four enjoyed their breakfast very happily.

The couple chatted idly, while their two children vied to speak to them affectionately, creating a warm and sweet atmosphere.

Lu Yang doesn't need to call "cut" anymore; there are already quite a few usable shots. Next, after we finish our meal normally, we'll shoot a scene of He Daqi pulling his suitcase and leading the two children out, with Zhou Huimin coming out to see them off with deep emotion. That would be the end of today's shoot.

After Lu Yang led the photographer for a while and finished shooting the farewell scene, the two little ones who happily followed He Daqi back to the villa saw He Daqi and Zhou Huimin lounging on the sofa for a long time without moving. Only then did they realize they had been tricked.

It turns out that today was just filming a performance, not actually going out to play with the children.

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It was already late when we got off the plane last night. He Daqi didn't let the two little ones play around too much. After they got to the hotel and washed up, he read them a fairy tale for a while, and the two little ones fell asleep sweetly.

The film crew got up very early in the morning, and the cameraman also started working early. In front of the camera, He Daqi let his son go wash up first, while he sat on the chair and skillfully braided his daughter's hair. After he finished braiding, his son had just finished washing up, and He Daqi then led his daughter to wash her face and brush her teeth.

Last night, because we got off the plane at 10 p.m., the guests of "Where Are We Going, Dad?" didn't chat much in order to allow the children to get some sleep. We originally planned to chat for a while at the restaurant during breakfast this morning, but the production team started arranging today's schedule right away.

"After we finish eating, we'll take a bus to the mountain village. Once we get there, the children will play rock-paper-scissors. Of course, only one child from He Daqi's family can participate. Based on the rankings of the rock-paper-scissors, different rooms will be assigned. Once a room is assigned, the children will stay in that room for the rest of the days. Some rooms are good, some are bad; it all depends on the children's luck."

Without a host, director Lu Yang served as the guest commentator for the mission.

Because Lu Yang had already gotten to know the children when they gathered earlier, the kids were no longer shy and were all very lively. As soon as Lu Yang finished speaking, a child raised his hand to ask, and it was Wu Mengda's son, Lunlun.

"Brother Lu Yang, are we arranged into rooms according to the rankings from highest to lowest in the rock-paper-scissors game?"

"Yes, Lunlun is very smart."

"Can we choose our own rooms?" Zhang Yimou's son, Dingding, asked, raising his hand.

"No, we can only go by ranking." Seeing the children so eager to speak, He Daqi's two daughters couldn't wait to join in, especially He Daqi's precious daughter. Perhaps thinking that speaking up would make her stand out, she quickly thought of a question and raised her hand.

Unfortunately, the little girl forgot that He Daqi was holding her and holding a bowl of porridge, preparing to blow on it to cool it down before feeding her. Suddenly, she raised her hand and punched the bottom of the bowl, smearing the entire bowl of porridge onto He Daqi's face. It took him a while to realize what had happened.

Now, all the children burst into laughter at He Daqi's disheveled appearance. Only one child didn't laugh: the little girl who had punched the bowl away. She was now extremely aggrieved, covering her little fist and pouting, tears streaming down her face.

He Daqi was also lucky; he couldn't wipe his face covered in rice porridge right now, he had to make his precious daughter happy first.

"Lele, what's wrong? Does your hand hurt?"

"Mmm!" My precious daughter nodded, covering her little hands with a pitiful expression.

He Daqi hurriedly wiped his face with a tissue, ignoring the stickiness on his head, and quickly held his precious daughter's little hand and blew on it.

After his beloved daughter's aggrieved expression subsided, He Daqi pretended to give her a few words of advice: "Lele, don't be so careless and rush around in the future. Look, in your haste you forgot that Daddy was holding the bowl..."

"You're mean to me!"

Oh no, the little golden tears I just held back are now falling freely.

If this scene hadn't been missing from the script, Lu Yang would have almost thought it was a pre-arranged performance for entertainment purposes.

He quickly went behind the camera to check the angle and found that the photographer was very savvy and was filming He Daqi. Lu Yang immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the camera hadn't missed the shot.

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The little girl is angry.

He has quite a temper.

When Mingming came, Vivian Chow repeatedly told the two little ones to listen to their father in front of the camera, but now that her precious daughter is angry, she has forgotten all of her instructions.

On the bus, the guests from "Where Are We Going, Dad?" were chatting happily.

Only He Daqi and his two children, sitting in the last row, seemed out of place.

The little girl proudly crossed her arms, tilted her head back, and turned away from He Daqi. No matter how He Daqi tried to coax her, it was no use. The little girl would either hum or roll her eyes, always feeling extremely wronged.

He Daqi was also a bit helpless. He looked at his precious son with a dog-like expression. His precious son was very mature. He spread his little hands, shook his head and sighed, like a little adult.

Seeing this scene, the editors who were on set with the film crew almost burst out laughing. Because they might have to take care of the children, all the editors on set were women. He Daqi's two kids were already adorable, and now one was sulking, and the other was acting like a little adult. It was hilarious to watch.

"Don't be angry, little Lele. Uncle Daqi didn't mean it."

Zhang Yimou was sitting in front of He Daqi. At this moment, Zhang Yimou's son, Dingding, kindly turned around, climbed onto the seat, and said a word of comfort.

He Daqi couldn't even look at him. What did he mean by saying that Uncle Daqi didn't do it on purpose?

After Dingding spoke first, the other children followed suit and comforted Lele.

Perhaps the children's comforting words had an effect, or perhaps He Daqi's little darling was too proud to admit it. Hearing her friends all speaking up, the precious daughter finally muttered in a huff, "I'm never going to be the best with Daddy again."

He Daqi simply sighed and laughed speechlessly.

At this moment, his beloved son gently nudged He Daqi, snuggled up to him mischievously, and whispered, "Dad, don't worry, I'm here for you! You're still the best friend in the world!"

Looking at his beloved son's confident expression, He Daqi glanced at the camera above his head without making a sound, and suddenly felt that it was a sin of him to bring his child to film "Where Are We Going, Dad?".

I was worried that there wouldn't be any good content, but now I don't have to worry anymore. My two little darlings are creating so much content that I don't even need to think about assigning tasks. Just the footage of them leaving home, eating at the hotel, and on the bus is enough to make an episode.

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The filming location was indeed quite remote; the bus ride took almost an hour.

Luckily, everyone knew that He Daqi's bodyguards were in charge of logistics. Otherwise, after getting out of the car and seeing that this small mountain village only had forty or fifty households, they probably wouldn't have dared to stay overnight to film.

"Lele, are you going to play rock-paper-scissors later, or are you going to let your brother play?"

The little girl has calmed down a bit now. She had been complaining to He Daqi because she had embarrassed herself in front of her friends. Now that He Daqi was asking her, she probably didn't want to embarrass herself in front of her friends again, so she whimpered and whispered, "Let brother go."

He Daqi breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, if my daughter were very competitive and determined to win, and she lost too many rounds of rock-paper-scissors, it would be difficult to appease her today.

"Huanhuan, keep it up!"

He Daqi's son has always been quite easy to take care of, so he didn't need to pretend. He clenched his fist to encourage his son, and then gestured for him to come in front of the camera and play rock-paper-scissors with the other children.

"Ugh!"

The son sighed again, looked at He Daqi with a look that said, "You're such a worry," and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Huanhuan's adorable appearance amused the female editors on set, who stood behind the camera, smiling and waving to greet and cheer her on.

It's a pity. My precious son is of good quality, but his luck is so-so. In the best-of-three rock-paper-scissors game, he loses to whoever he's facing. He played twelve times and didn't win a single time. In the end, he was so lost that he was a little confused.

This made Wang Feng's little apple timidly grab his arm and shake it a couple of times, then cautiously say, "Brother Huanhuan, I'll use scissors next time."

These words immediately amused the entire film crew.

He Daqi once again realized that he might have been a little too thoughtful in his consideration of the "Where Are We Going, Dad?" variety show.

(End of this chapter)