Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

"One two one! One two one!"

From the small dirt road at the edge of the threshing ground came a series of youthful but orderly slogans.

Li Rui was holding a megaphone, about to speak, when he heard the noise and turned around.

All the fathers and staff present looked in the direction of the sound.

Two small figures were bending over, sticking their bottoms out, and inching their way this way.

DouDou walks in front and pulls, while DongDong pushes from behind.

Between the two men, on a tattered burlap sack, sat a large black iron pot, big enough to stew an entire pig.

The iron pot, along with the burlap sack, dragged across the muddy ground, making a dull rustling sound.

"Oh my god!" Qin Haoyang was the first to widen his eyes and quickly ran over with his long legs.

Li Rui hurriedly called out to the cameramen and crew members nearby, "Quick, quick, lend a hand!"

Several adults hurriedly lifted the cast iron pot off the sack and placed it steadily next to the makeshift stove in the center of the threshing ground.

The two little ones collapsed onto the ground.

DouDou's sportswear was already covered in mud, and her face was streaked with black and gray.

Dongdong wasn't much better off; a large patch of soot from the bottom of a pot smeared on her fair little face, making her look like a little kitten, and she was panting heavily.

"Well done, kid!" Qin Haoyang picked Dou Dou up from the ground, patted the dirt off him, and said, "You really got this pot back?"

DouDou was about to boast as usual, but when he caught a glimpse of DongDong, who was still panting heavily, he scratched his head and behaved himself for once.

"It was Yu Muchen's idea." Dou Dou pointed to the tattered sack on the ground. "He found the sack and said that if we put it underneath, it wouldn't be heavy when we dragged it."

Qin Haoyang paused for a moment, then turned to look at Dongdong, who was standing next to Yu Le.

How old is this little one? A little over three years old?

He couldn't help but give Dongdong a thumbs up: "This new brain works so well! It's much better than ours, which only knows brute force!"

Upon hearing the praise, Dongdong immediately straightened her back and proudly raised her chin: "My dad said that when you encounter difficulties, you have to use your brain!"

Yu Le stood to the side, casually took out a tissue from her pocket, and pinched Dongdong's chin to wipe the black ash off his face.

He didn't speak, but the smile in his eyes was impossible to hide.

Just then, a commotion came from the other side of the village entrance.

The trio who went to find ingredients are back.

Bao Bao and Rati walked ahead, the two little girls carrying a small bamboo basket together.

The basket was lined with dry grass, on which five or six farm eggs were carefully placed, and next to them were two handfuls of green vegetables with soil still on them and a few tomatoes.

"Dad! We found food!" Bao Bao proudly held up the basket to Chen Yixun.

Chen Yixun rubbed his hands together with delight and quickly took the bag, exclaiming, "Wow, this bag is amazing! The eggs are still warm!"

Ren Xianqi squatted down and tenderly wiped the sweat from Rati's forehead: "Are you tired? Did you fall?"

Rati obediently shook her head.

In contrast, Haoran, who was walking at the very back, seemed particularly out of place.

His hands were empty, and there wasn't a single wrinkle on his clothes.

He pinched his nose, his brows furrowed tightly, his face full of disgust.

Li Rui walked over with a megaphone, smiling, and asked, "Haoran, why didn't you go looking for ingredients with the girls?"

Haoran put his hand down and complained loudly, "That old lady's house stinks! It smells like chicken poop everywhere! I'm not going in to touch the eggs, it's filthy!"

These words instantly created an awkward atmosphere in the threshing ground.

Several local villagers who were standing on the periphery watching the commotion looked somewhat uncomfortable upon hearing this.

Shen Zekai's heart skipped a beat.

He knew that if he said this and it were broadcast, he would be bombarded with criticism from netizens.

He quickly strode over, pulled Haoran behind him, and gave a dry laugh to the camera and the people around him.

"Children say the darndest things, children say the darndest things," Shen Zekai tried to salvage the situation. "Haoran is taken too good to by his mother at home, he's a bit of a germaphobe. Please forgive him, please forgive him."

Seeing this, Li Rui could only quickly smooth things over and change the subject.

"Alright! Now we have all the pots and ingredients!" Li Rui raised the megaphone and shouted, "Dads! Now it's time to put your skills to the test!"

He pointed to the large black pot on the ground, then to the pile of dry firewood and the meager amount of vegetables beside it.

"Use the available resources to prepare a delicious dinner for your little one! Now, the timer starts!"

The horn blared and then fell silent.

The five fathers looked at each other, and for a moment no one uttered a sound.

It's not that I can't cook, but with this earthen stove and these ingredients, I really don't know where to start.

Yu Le was too lazy to take the lead.

Just as the atmosphere was about to cool down, Shen Zekai's eyes lit up.

This is a perfect opportunity to steal the spotlight!

If he can successfully portray himself as not only an international supermodel but also a perfect man who is equally adept in social situations and domestic in the eyes of the nation, he will definitely gain a huge following.

Shen Zekai straightened his collar and rolled up his sleeves, revealing an expensive watch.

He cleared his throat and stepped forward.

"Then I'll do it." Shen Zekai's tone was full of confidence. "When I was studying abroad, I couldn't get used to Western food, so I often cooked for myself. Today, I'll let everyone taste my cooking."

Qin Haoyang felt like he'd been granted a pardon and quickly clapped his hands: "Great! Brother Shen, we're counting on you tonight!"

Shen Zekai nodded, turned around and walked to the stove.

This makeshift stove was made by stacking several large stones, with a pit in the middle for stuffing firewood.

Shen Zekai glanced at the pile of firewood and hay of varying lengths beside him and frowned slightly.

He first grabbed a large handful of dry grass and stuffed it into the stove pit. Then he picked up a few thick pieces of wood and placed them on top of the grass, completely blocking the stove pit.

"Haoran, go get Dad a lighter," Shen Zekai instructed.