Live Stream: Overly Pampered Education Creates Three Superstars in One Family

Chen Chu had anticipated that the director would cause trouble.

From the moment the director stood in the courtyard, he knew what mischief this old rascal was up to.

He didn't rush to solve the problem, but instead glanced at Chen Ziran discreetly.

The young man was standing in the courtyard, looking at the large group of film crew members waiting for their meal, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

The director, holding an empty bowl, said with a hint of glee, as if he were enjoying the drama: "Xiao Chen, what are you guys planning to do? So many people are waiting for your meal."

The comments section was already buzzing with arguments.

[This director is really wicked, isn't he deliberately messing with Ziran and the others? So many people are waiting for them to support them? It's embarrassing for them to just freeload like that.]

Two people work while a dozen or so wait to eat; anyone who didn't know better would think they were there to take advantage of the temple.

[Sigh, it's actually normal. They're doing charity work to earn a living, so they're supposed to work extra. Chen Chu and Zi Ran are just taking a shortcut; the director just wants to make the show more entertaining.]

[Yes, charity work definitely requires more work to earn food. The director certainly doesn't want them to have it so easy. Let's see how Ziran handles it; I trust him!]

Chen Chu squatted in the corner of the yard, pretending to sort out bamboo baskets.

He noticed the change in Chen Ziran's expression.

From confusion to contemplation, and from contemplation to a feeling of having figured something out.

He didn't interrupt or give any hints; he just waited quietly.

Then he stood up, patted Chen Ziran on the shoulder, and looked at him with an extremely trusting gaze.

"Ziran, I believe in you. You definitely have a way, right? You won't run away from it. You're a smart person."

Chen Ziran looked up at his father's eyes, which were filled with "I believe in you," remained silent for a moment, and then nodded.

"Dad, I've got it. Let's go help out in the kitchen. The more we do, the more we deserve to eat this meal. The more we work, the more we earn."

Chen Chu's eyes lit up. He squatted down in front of Chen Ziran and put his hands on his shoulders.

"Good lad! Your values ​​are so upright! No wonder you're my son!"

Chen Ziran straightened up a bit after being praised, his face serious, but he could barely suppress the smile on his lips.

"Of course! Dad, I hate people who don't work for a living. We should eat as much as we work, and we shouldn't take advantage of others."

The style of the comments section began to change.

【No, Ziran, do you have to be so serious? He could have just completed the task without breaking the rules, but he insisted on making it harder himself. I'm so upset.】

This child has truly been well-educated by Chen Chu. He may not have the best grades, but he is definitely a good person.

Chen Chu and Chen Ziran found the old master and explained their purpose.

After listening, the old master nodded slightly, without saying anything more, and simply pointed in the direction of the kitchen.

"The vegetables are all on the cutting board, the rice is in the jar, and you can add the seasonings as you see fit."

Chen Chu put on an apron and stood in front of the stove.

Chen Ziran moved a small stool to the sink, stepped on it, and began washing vegetables.

The water gurgled as it washed over the mud on the bamboo shoots. He carefully rubbed off the stubborn dirt with his fingers, and then neatly arranged the washed bamboo shoots in the bamboo basket.

Chen Chu watched him intently washing vegetables with his head down for a while before turning back and gripping the kitchen knife.

He turned his back to Chen Ziran and took a deep breath.

Son, you've done your best.

Now, let your dad cover for you.

True education is not about praising children a few times and then leaving them to bear all the pressure.

Instead, it's about paying close attention to the child's progress as they strive forward.

When he's tired, lend him a hand; when he goes astray, gently pull him back; when he does something well, sincerely tell him that he did a great job.

Praise is meant to encourage children to try, to build their confidence, and to keep them calm when faced with problems.

Instead of leaving the child alone in the face of problems and making him bear them on his own.

He couldn't do that.

He took a deep breath and silently recited in his mind, "System, exchange for Grandmaster-level cooking skills."

[Exchange successful. 300,000 system points deducted. Remaining system points: 730,000.]

A flood of complex information rushed into his mind. He closed his eyes to process it for a moment, then opened them, his hand holding the knife landing steadily on the cutting board.

Tofu pudding with dipping sauce, vegetarian meat, and stir-fried bamboo shoots.

There are only three dishes, but each one he makes has a unique quality that sets it apart from ordinary home-cooked meals.

The tofu pudding is delicate and smooth, and the dipping sauce contains chopped green onions, minced garlic, chili oil, and a touch of Sichuan peppercorn powder, creating a complex yet subtle aroma.

Vegetarian meat is made from soy products, but the cut patterns and the degree to which it curls after being cooked are almost indistinguishable from the real thing.

Stir-fried bamboo shoots are the best way to show skill. Too much heat and they'll be tough, too little and they'll be raw. With a flick of his wrist, he flipped the bamboo shoot slices a couple of times in the oil and they were off the heat, their color clear and bright, with just the right amount of golden brown at the edges.

When the dishes were served, the courtyard was quiet for a moment.

The fragrance was like an invisible hand, gently enveloping everyone's noses.

The director was sitting on a small stool with his legs crossed, arms folded, looking confident and like he was watching a good show.

But when the plate of stir-fried bamboo shoots passed in front of him, he put his legs down.

He picked up a piece of stir-fried bamboo shoot with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and his expression changed.

He picked up another piece of vegetarian meat with his chopsticks, chewed it, and his expression changed again.

He scooped another spoonful of tofu pudding with dipping sauce and mixed it into his rice. Then he didn't say anything more and buried his head in eating three large bowls of rice.

The entire crew was engrossed in eating.

The photographer squatted in the corner with a bowl in his hand, the sound engineer leaned against the wall with a bowl in his hand, and the props team leader directly scooped half of the food into his own bowl.

A pilgrim wearing a gray shirt couldn't help but come over for a look, and then quietly went to get a bowl of rice.

The disgruntled gazes disappeared, replaced by a tacit understanding.

This craftsmanship.

It's truly speechless.

The director put down his third empty bowl, leaned back in his chair, let out a burp, and remained silent for a while before finally managing to utter a sentence: "...Chen Chu is a man who, when he does make a move, is truly astonishing."

The rest of the crew also praised Chen Chu for completing the mission well.

The show's entertainment value was also improved.

Even many worshippers nodded in agreement with Chen Chu's skill.

Chen Chu did not stay at the table to accept the praise.

He carried a bowl of rice to the steps at the kitchen entrance and sat down. Chen Ziran was squatting there, holding a bowl in his hands, burying his head in his rice.

The bamboo shoots were stir-fried until very tender, and he ate them quickly, his cheeks bulging out like a little squirrel hoarding food.

He was exhausted after digging bamboo shoots all morning and washing so many vegetables.

Chen Chu sat down next to him, didn't speak immediately, watched him quietly for a while, and then patted him on the shoulder.

Chen Ziran looked up from his rice bowl, a grain of rice still clinging to the corner of his mouth: "Dad, what's up? The food you made today was delicious!"

He took another bite of rice, chewed it twice, and said, "Aren't you going to eat? Is there too much work for you to handle? I'll go do some work to cover for a while, you eat first."

Chen Chu shook his head: "Ziran, your performance today exceeded your father's expectations. You were really great."

Chen Ziran: ? ? ?

Is it great?

Wasn't today's task only partially completed?