In the photo, there was the back of a contestant. The child was tending to the wounds on his hands. Then, on the mountain, the female guest was holding the child and picking honeysuckle. They looked very harmonious together.
As soon as he finished looking at the photos and was about to ask what was going on, Old Wang impatiently sent him a lot of text.
"Hahaha, did you see the photos I took? Don't you think it's very harmonious?
This child is truly remarkable, understanding how to take care of others at such a young age, completely unlike what you described.
Our filming went smoothly all morning, and we're now on our way back to the hotel.
How are things on your end? Did Song Yicheng, who claims to be able to score a perfect score on the college entrance exam, give you any surprises?"
Old Mo couldn't stand his smugness, so he deliberately skirted the main point and said, "This child has given me quite a few surprises. A nine-year-old who is proficient in all the arts—chess, chess, calligraphy, and painting. I just heard him play 'Canon,' and it was an auditory feast, worthy of being called legendary.
It's a pity you weren't there to witness it.
However, your photos are quite good, with beautiful scenery. I'm just not sure what special skills a child around three years old might have, other than being obedient and sensible.
After all, this program of ours is about competing whose brain is stronger, not about who has the most obedient and sensible contestants."
When Old Mo saw Old Wang's reply, his face immediately fell. "Hmph, what's so great about being proficient in chess, chess, calligraphy, and painting? My contestant knows more than him. I'll dazzle your eyes at the competition." He didn't reveal Tong Tong's true abilities, believing that only by doing so could he thoroughly humiliate Old Mo at the program.
Old Mo didn't believe it at all and disdainfully replied, "Is that so? Then I'll wait and see."
"By the way, you all must not have had lunch yet. Let me show you our lunch. This was all personally cooked by that child's father. Doesn't it look delicious and appealing?
Let me tell you, the vegetables among these dishes are the most delicious. I've never eaten such delicious vegetables in my life. It's a shame you can't taste them, or you'd fall in love with them." Director Wang couldn't resist showing off his lunch.
Old Mo, who was already somewhat hungry, felt his stomach rumble as soon as he saw the dishes in the pictures.
These rustic dishes looked very appetizing. However, this Old Wang was too unethical, deliberately sending such tempting pictures to torment him when he knew he hadn't had lunch yet.
"Director, who are you chatting with? You seem so engrossed," Yun Duo'er asked curiously.
"Another executive director. He's responsible for filming the youngest contestant in the program group, and he's bragging to me about how amazing his contestant is, but after talking for so long, he hasn't revealed anything concrete.
I think he's just blowing smoke. How intelligent can a child around three years old be? He's probably just there to make up the numbers, or perhaps to add some buzz to the show.
I'm afraid he'll be eliminated in the very first round of the competition. He'll probably be crying and looking for his mommy on the spot," he said.
Hearing that it was a child around three years old, Yun Duo'er, for some reason, suddenly thought of Tong Tong. Tong Tong was also less than four years old.
However, she just casually thought of Tong Tong and didn't believe this contestant could be her son.
Tong Tong had been by her side for a full three years, and she had never seen him display any exceptional abilities, nor had the nanny mentioned anything.
Therefore, in her eyes and understanding, Tong Tong had always been an ordinary child, and the world of child prodigies had no connection to him.
However, she was quite curious about what this child looked like, to be selected for "The Brain" at such a young age.
"Director, can you show me what the contestant looks like?"
Old Mo casually clicked on a photo of Tong Tong being held by Xia Qianqian, with Tong Tong reaching out to pick honeysuckle.
"Here, it's this child. But only a photo was taken, so I don't know what he looks like."
Yun Duo'er took the phone and looked at it. She felt that the child looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't recall who it was.
This was because Tong Tong had gained quite a bit of weight during his months with Liu Yifeng, and he had also grown taller and changed his hairstyle.
He looked completely transformed. Coupled with the fact that there was no clear front-facing shot, Yun Duo'er had not thought of her son at all.
However, looking at their harmonious photos, she felt a pang of unease, as if something of hers had been taken away.
"But I have to say, judging by these photos, the quality of the videos Old Wang shot is much better than ours. This is everyday life, this is down-to-earth.
They've already finished work and are heading back to the hotel for a good sleep.
Look at what we filmed all morning. Our values have been shattered," Old Mo said, feeling a bit resentful.
However, thinking that Old Wang's contestant might be eliminated first, he felt much more balanced.
"Duo'er, why are you staring blankly at the photos? Is something wrong?" Seeing Yun Duo'er staring at the photos for a long time without speaking, as if in a trance, he couldn't help but ask.
Yun Duo'er snapped back to reality. She repeatedly shook her head and said, "No problem, it's just that this child looks quite likable."
As she spoke, she casually pressed the right arrow key again and saw a table full of delicious food.
"This director is having quite a rich lunch. Can they eat all of this?"
"This was made by the contestant's parents. Old Wang is showing off to me right now!
Hmph, it's just a meal, look how pleased he is.
When Song Mama finishes cooking, I'll take a picture and show it to him too," Old Mo snorted.
Hearing that it was made by a contestant's parent, Yun Duo'er couldn't help but look forward to the meal prepared by Song Mama.
Song Mama seemed like a virtuous and good wife and mother. It was likely that the food she cooked would be quite good.
Immediately, she returned the phone to the director.
They waited in the living room for about an hour before Song Mama finished cooking.
"Everyone, lunch is ready. Come and eat quickly!" Song Mama placed the last soup on the table and then called everyone.
Yun Duo'er was so hungry her back was touching her stomach. She immediately got up and walked towards the living room, but as soon as she saw the food on the table, her appetite vanished.
The dishes on the table were all very pale in color, like plain boiled meat, and the braised fish was also white.
The other dishes looked like a messy stew, all watery. Only the crucian carp and tofu soup looked acceptable, at least not like dark cuisine.
The rest looked unappetizing.
The director and the others were petrified when they saw the dishes.
At first, when they heard Mrs. Song say that her cooking wasn't good and not to mind it, they thought she was just being polite. They never expected it to be the absolute truth.
"Why are you all standing? Hurry up and sit down to eat. It's already one o'clock, you must be starving!" Song Mama called her son from his room and saw them still standing. Thinking they were too shy to sit, she urged them.
Yun Duo'er and the director exchanged glances, their eyes filled with reluctance.
At this moment, they were all extremely envious of Director Wang's lunch; that was food fit for humans.
To put it bluntly, it was like feeding pigs.
Indeed, there would be no harm without comparison!
Old Mo was even more embarrassed. He had just told Yun Duo'er that he would take a picture of Song Mama's cooking to outshine Old Wang's.
But the tables turned so quickly, it was so awkward he could have dug out a three-room apartment with his toenails.
The food looked unappetizing, let alone eating it.
But since they were so enthusiastically invited, refusing to eat would seem very impolite.
Finally, under Song Mama's warm hospitality, they all took their seats.
Only the cameraman secretly rejoiced, having narrowly escaped.
If he had to fill his stomach with such a lunch, he would rather starve.