We hope to present our best and most authentic selves to the audience.
However, with Tong Tong being so smart and sensible, I believe she will be deeply loved by everyone." Director Wang was quite confident about this.
Liu Yifeng smiled and said, "Thank you for your recognition, Director Wang. Tong Tong is still young and may not understand some things. I hope you can point them out on the spot."
"Rest assured, I won't let Tong Tong make any mistakes. We'll be leaving now then."
"Goodbye, Tong Tong!" He waved goodbye to Tong Tong gently.
"Goodbye, Uncle Wang, Aunt Xia, and all uncles!" Tong Tong waved goodbye to everyone very politely.
Xia Qianqian also smiled gently, "Goodbye, Tong Tong. Be good and listen to your dad at home. Aunt Xia will bring you something delicious tomorrow!"
Upon hearing about delicious food, Tong Tong's eyes lit up instantly, "Okay, thank you, Aunt Xia!"
Seeing that the crew was leaving, Da Hei wagged his tail happily, as if seeing them off.
Only after their car drove away did he turn back to the living room. Liu Yifeng had prepared lunch for them and poured it into their respective bowls.
He used to feed them dog food, but he found that these two dogs seemed to prefer rice and dishes.
So, he simply fed them meals every time. Whatever he ate, they ate too.
Da Hei had been rather thin at his previous owner's home. Now he had visibly gained weight, and his fur was smooth and lustrous, indicating he was living a good life.
Da Bai, who was just a small puppy before, now weighed twenty-five to twenty-six jin. In just over two months, it had gained twenty-odd jin, puffing up like a balloon.
Seeing the two dogs eating happily, Liu Yifeng went to wash the dishes.
After cleaning the kitchen, he checked the time. It was only just past one o'clock, so he took Tong Tong for a nap.
There was no filming in the afternoon, so he could handle the registration of his company's trademark. Otherwise, he would have even less time when he accompanied Tong Tong to record programs in other places.
In addition, he needed to call Qiangzi to have him do some simple renovations for his company and change the logo at the entrance.
Not long after, he fell asleep with Tong Tong.
While their filming was going smoothly, things were not going well at all for Yun Duo'er.
They had been waiting in the living room for Song Yicheng to finish his French class, and it was already noon.
By this time, Yun Duo'er was ravenously hungry.
"Director, why don't we go out for a meal first?" she suggested.
But the director refused, "Not yet. We need to film some of Song Yicheng's daily life. He usually only studies. So, we can only film him eating.
What if they finish eating by the time we return?"
"But I'm a little hungry. Didn't Song's mother invite us to lunch?"
"Do you think you're the only one hungry? I'm hungry too, but we're working now, so we have to be diligent.
Later, during lunch, if Song's mother invites us to eat, we'll eat here. If not, we'll go out to eat after filming. Just bear with the hunger for now.
If you really can't stand it, drink some water." The director had no choice but to prioritize work.
He hadn't captured a single desired shot all morning. Now, he was pinning his hopes on the time Song Yicheng wasn't studying during lunch to get some satisfactory footage.
As they were talking, Song Yicheng's door opened. Song's mother looked at them apologetically, "I'm so sorry, I was busy keeping an eye on my son's French class and neglected you all.
You must all be hungry by now. I'll go make lunch, and you'll all eat here. Don't waste money going out, and it's not hygienic."
"Then we'll trouble you, Song's mother. Do you need any help?" Yun Duo'er asked politely.
"No, no, please just sit here. If you're bored, watch some TV. The meal will be ready soon. Just don't mind if it's not delicious," she said.
"We are already very grateful that you're letting us eat here, so how could we dislike your cooking!" Yun Duo'er, for the sake of her image, said whatever sounded most beautiful.
Song's mother looked at Yun Duo'er and sighed, "When I saw you on TV before, you always seemed so out of reach.
I never expected you to be so approachable in person. I really didn't like the wrong person.
Please sit down, I'll go get busy now."
"Song's mother, wait. Where's Yicheng? I don't see him coming out?" The director wanted to film Song Yicheng while she was cooking, but since he didn't appear, he couldn't help but ask.
So, Song's mother smiled and explained, "He just finished his French class, and I'm afraid he'll forget, so I asked him to write down the French he just learned in a notebook.
As the saying goes, a good memory is not as good as writing it down. Writing it down more is beneficial.
I'll see him come out after I finish eating, and you can film then.
However, it's best not to disturb him now, as I'm afraid it might affect his studies."
The director's mouth twitched, but he still nodded.
Watching the person busy in the kitchen, the director looked sympathetically at Song Yicheng's room.
Today had completely shattered his perception of geniuses. This wasn't a genius at all; it was clearly a machine, unable to control even its own time.
If he were Song Yicheng, he would have gone crazy long ago.
Yet, he was only a bit eccentric in personality and hadn't gone mad, which showed that the child had a very strong inner resilience.
"Director, this child Song Yicheng is too tired. Studying all day, he probably has no childhood.
If the audience sees how geniuses are formed, will they still want their children to be geniuses?" The photographer, talking about this, expressed complete pity and sympathy for Song Yicheng.
"If I were a parent, and this is how geniuses are made, then I would definitely hope my child is just an ordinary person and happy."
After speaking, he couldn't help but add, "I wonder how other directors' filming is going. Are all competition contestants like this, or is Song Yicheng just a special case?"
As he was speaking, his phone suddenly lit up with a string of WeChat messages.
He picked up his phone and saw it was a message from his arch-rival, Old Wang.
Although they worked at the same TV station, he was always overshadowed by him at work, so Old Wang often targeted him subtly.
This time, he was also responsible for filming daily videos of another group of competition contestants and special guests.
He heard that he had been assigned the youngest contestant in this competition.
For this, he had been pitied by many colleagues.
Who didn't know that children were the hardest to manage? No child would obediently follow instructions; they were noisy, restless, and prone to crying. Just thinking about it gave him a headache.
He had originally planned to tease him after finishing filming today.
Unexpectedly, he proactively sent him a WeChat message at noon, and he thought he was looking for him to vent.
But reality always went contrary to expectations. He saw that Old Wang had sent him several photos and a lot of outdoor shots in his WeChat messages.