Domineering cute baby: president daddy, you devil!

The mother and the son reaped a lot.

The photographer with the camera wanted to take this scene, but he was afraid of song Qinbei's icy eyes, so he had to give up.

Without bringing the oven in advance, Tang Xin had to go to the stream and move a few round pebbles to build them up. He found some dry firewood and a lighter to light the dry firewood.

And Xiaobao found a sharp point of the small stone, clean, simple processing of the shrimp line, the small fish scales to scratch clean.

Qian'er looks at Xiaobao and tangxin. He wants to do something for them, but he helps them again and again. He is very upset.

"Qian'er, you can eat with us later." With a smile, Tang Xin puts the processed small fish, shrimp and crab into the bamboo tube and takes out a small bag with green onion, ginger, garlic, old soy sauce, oyster sauce, barbecue sauce, cumin sauce and black pepper sauce.

"Wow, Ma Ma, you have so many things! It's much better than someone who can only show off. " Xiaobao claps his hands excitedly.

"Mom's bag is like the pocket of Doraemon." Qian Er said.

Song Qinbei, who was ignored in the whole process: ah.

Covert observation program group: you have prepared quite a lot.

Isn't it a parent-child show of "where's daddy going"? How can it feel like it has become a gourmet show?

A little bit bigger on the fish string a sign, together with the bamboo tube, on the top of a good pile of pebbles.

The burning small fire zizizi burning, bamboo tube baking in the small fire under the sound of crackling.

And the fat fish on the grill with oil, a little bit of fish oil.

"Mom, it smells good."

Qian Er small nose sucked to inhale, one face satisfied a way.

"Wu Wu, Ma Ma's cooking skills have improved a lot. I'm really impressed." Xiao Bao felt his shriveled belly and confessed to Tang Xin like a caterpillar. "Wu Wu, Ma Ma Ma, Xiao Bao's stomach is so hungry. I really want to eat..."

Song Qinbei, sitting like a big man, looks at the scene and frowns.

There was a cry in his stomach.

But fortunately, no one found out.

Program group: "delicious... I really want to eat..."

Soon, Tang Xin and they had baked it.

The smell of meat wafted in the air, stimulating everyone's taste buds.

The fresh and plump fish is crisp and tender inside. It is full of meat oil. The prawns and prawns are roasted into bright yellow and red. The small crabs are even more yellow. You can see the orange paste inside when you open the shell.

"It smells good. It's much better than quick-frozen food." Xiao Bao blew the roasted fish and handed it to Tang Xin, "Ma Ma, eat first!"

"Good boy." Tang Xin took a bite of the fish, crisp outside and tender inside. She closed her eyes and enjoyed, "it's delicious, not bad."

Xiaobao and qian'er are holding a bunch of delicious food.

Tang Xin picked up a bunch of roasted carp, came to the program group, with a gentle smile, "brother camera, you try it."

The cameraman and the director of the crew were a little surprised

Although it is very fragrant and has the desire to let people eat, but

"Sorry, we've already had it."

They were afraid of cannibalism, so they had to wave their hands and refuse.

"I know what you are thinking about," Tang Xinyang said with a smile. "Don't worry, you can shoot whatever you want or don't want."