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Jiang Ranran was taken aback for a moment, a little in disbelief.

In the face of absolute foodies, pua has no effect at all.

Ren Qianqian has always known that Wu Jiahao is very difficult to deal with, and at this time there is no other way but a headache.

The director came over and stretched out his hand to Wu Jiahao: "Give these snacks to uncle. After recording the show, uncle will give you back three times, wouldn't it be good? Just treat it as your deposit in the bank."

"Really?" Wu Jiahao's heart fluttered instantly.

The director nodded.

Perhaps it was because the director had a round body and looked very friendly with a beard, so Wu Jiahao believed his words.

"You can't lie to me, or I'll eat up all your snacks!" Wu Jiahao said fiercely.

The director laughed.

Wu Jiahao successfully handed in the snacks.

Jiang Ranran returned to his seat only to find that Lin Muran was surrounded by a few staff who were at a loss.

Jiang Ranran walked over quickly: "What's the matter?"

"Mu Ran doesn't want to hand in the toy."

Lin Muran hugged the rabbit doll, reluctant to let go: "My mother bought this for me, I really want to..."

He glanced at Jiang Ranran timidly, and stopped talking.

Jiang Ranran never put toys on Lin Muran, could it be that he brought them in his schoolbag?
She took a closer look, and instantly the blood flowed backwards.

She didn't buy it for Lin Muran, but Wen Song left it before.

Jiang Ranran's voice was a little dry, and her heart was extremely sensitive. No one would like what her husband's ex-wife left behind, especially her.

"Muran..." Jiang Ranran gritted her teeth, restraining her urge to throw the rabbit doll out: "Muran, you can't keep toys when recording a show, have you forgotten?"

"I know...but..." Lin Muran's voice choked up.

The more Lin Muran cried, the more upset Jiang Ranran became. She took out a handkerchief and roughly wiped Lin Muran's face: "A good boy will always listen to his mother. Isn't Muran a good boy?"

Tears rolled down Lin Muran's eyes, he shook his head: "I don't want to be a good boy anymore, I want my mother..."

He hasn't seen his mother for a long time. He misses his mother so much that he can't sleep without the company of the doll.

Jiang Ranran's expression was extremely ugly.

The scene was a little silent and awkward, and the staff hissed: "Teacher Jiang?"

Jiang Ranran recovered and forced a smile: "I'm sorry, Mu Ran may have lost his temper because he didn't sleep well last night, so I took him around."

The director nodded in agreement.

Jiang Ranran took Lin Muran's hand and left. At Jiang Ranran's request, the camera kept a distance of two meters from her and could only capture the backs of the two of them.

Jiang Ranran tried to suppress her anger: "Muran, haven't I told you many times? You only have one mother."

Lin Muran hung his head and said nothing.

"Muran... your mother didn't want you for a long time. Where did she care about you when she was happy and happy abroad? Only I worked hard every day to cook for you and teach you to do your homework. You really can't tell who is the real one. How are you doing?"

Jiang Ranran spread out her palm, with a superficial scar on it: "Muran, do you still remember this scar? Mom burned her hand while cooking breakfast for you, and it's still not healed yet."

"Mom treats you so well, why do you have the heart to fight against me everywhere in the show? Isn't it good to listen to my mother? It's really sad for you to be like a mother..."

Lin Muran looked at her hand, a little shaken.

"Mom knows that this doll is very important to you. Let's get it back after the show is finished, okay? If you don't listen to your mother, no one will like you. If no one likes Mu Ran, you will always be alone, eating alone People play..."

Ten minutes later, Jiang Ranran came back with Lin Muran. Lin Muran was very depressed, hugging the rabbit doll, and didn't hand it over for a long time.

Jiang Ranran couldn't help lowering her head to urge him: "Muran, didn't we discuss it just now?"

Lin Muran's eyes turned red, and he handed it tremblingly.

Jiang Mingzhu rubbed his head and coaxed him: "Mu Ran, don't be so unhappy, okay? I'll get the doll back when we finish recording and go home. Let sister Jiayu play with you, okay?"

Xu Jiayu hesitated for a moment before reaching out his hand: "Mu Ran, let's go play with An An."

Lin Muran turned his head and said in a low voice, "No."

Jiang Ranran smiled awkwardly: "Muran is not in a good mood right now, I'm sorry."

Jiang Mingzhu nodded to express her understanding: "Children like dolls, and so does our Jiayu. Every day, we sleep with three dolls in our arms. Please comfort him."

The voice of the tour guide sounded again: "The next step is to choose a house that we are familiar with. It is still an old rule. We need to complete the game before we can get the priority to choose a house!"

Several staff brought up tools and quickly arranged the venue.

"We need to play two rounds of small games, and pick houses in order according to the ranking! The first round of the game is the 'passing game'..." The tour guide pointed straight at the tree in front of him: "Do you see the tree in front of you? The hanging colored balls are our important props in this competition."

"Next, I will explain to you the rules of the 'passing ball' game in detail. The guests need to start from the starting point with the little guest on their backs to pick the colored balls from the opposite tree, and then return to the starting point to place the colored balls in the bucket. Game time The duration is 5 minutes, and the final ranking is determined according to the number of colored balls in the buckets of the guests."

"Have you heard the rules of the game?"

The guests nodded.

Jiang Ni squatted down, explained the rules of the game to Xiao Qian'an, and then rubbed his head: "Don't be too nervous, happiness comes first, and competition comes second."

Xiao Qi'an stretched out his little fist: "Mom, we will definitely do well!"

Jiang Ni smiled, and pressed his own hand against his small fist, encouraging him, "Come on!"

Song Siang hesitated: "Mom, am I too heavy..."

His age is the oldest among all the young guests.

Qin Hong bent down and motioned for him to lie on her back, then Qin Hong took a few steps forward and put him down again, only then did she realize that her son was thin even among her peers.

She said distressedly: "Why are you so thin? Isn't there an aunt at home who cooks?"

"I don't like eating what she cooks."

"Then who do you like to do it? Mom invited her home."

Song Si'ang hesitated to speak: "...it's nothing, you should keep busy with your work, I'm fine."

Qin Hong didn't know why.

Ren Qianqian looked at Wu Jiahao's sturdy body, frowning: "How is this compared to... Jiahao, you have to eat less when you go back."

When Wu Jiahao heard that he was eating less, he became furious: "No!"

The other guests were waiting at the starting point with their children on their backs, but Jiang Ranran was suffering from a headache here.

Because Lin Muran didn't cooperate at all!
Today's income climbs the list very quickly, thank you for reading (bow)