The national men's team debuted!

Konstantin, who was picked up by the sky, suddenly felt that his whole baby was not good.

"Uncle, what did you call me just now?"

Qiao Huan looked at him very seriously, "Ding Ding, don't you like it?"

"Forehead……"

Constantine struggled and said, "My name is Constantine! It's not that... rustic name!"

I heard that this uncle was engaged in folk art before, didn't he learn English?

"Oh," Qiao Huan thought for a while, "Have you not gone to school yet?"

"What?" Konstantin rarely felt that he couldn't keep up with the other party's train of thought, so he pouted, "Of course I'm going to school!"

"Then you are such a bear, haven't you been punished for copying your name?" Qiao Huan asked strangely, "If you have copied your name, you should like the name Ding Ding quite a lot, and you should even wish to change your name to a single character Ding."

Constantine: ...

What kind of brain circuit is this uncle.

Then, he said stubbornly, "I went to a private school, so I wouldn't use that kind of corporal punishment in a public school!"

Qiao Huan didn't think it was strange that an eight-year-old child could say such a thing, and asked directly, "So, you can't even write Chinese?"

"I can!"

What a joke, he is called a child genius everywhere, and no one has ever questioned his ability!

Seeing the surprise, Qiao Huan immediately squatted down, put Constantine on the ground, and took out the red paint beside him:

"You write your name and I'll take a look."

Constantine watched the uncle take the plasma he had carefully prepared with an indifferent face, and his face turned red with anger.

"This is the plasma I made, aren't you afraid?"

Qiao slowly frowned: "I'm really a little scared..."

The smug look returned to Constantine's little face.

Qiao Huan twisted it with his hands, "You used a small proportion of corn syrup, so it doesn't look very sticky, and you also used chocolate syrup and food coloring for coloring? Although the color is right, it smells too good. "

"So I'm a little scared, mainly because I'm afraid of attracting bugs and it's not easy to wash. You know, washing clothes is very troublesome."

Constantine's thoughts suddenly cracked.

The only worry turned out to be...not easy to wash?

Then, he felt some awe for a long time.

It has only been ten seconds since this uncle entered the door, not only was he not frightened by his blood plasma, but he even analyzed the ingredients in an instant!

He clearly used this trick to scare away the two aunts before!

Seeing that he was not moving, Qiao Huan simply handed the plasma to him.

"Write down your name, and I'll see how you write it."

In fact, Qiao Huan wanted to see the other party's background.

There are two private schools nearby, one teaching Chinese and the other not teaching Chinese, and the fees are quite different.He wanted to evaluate how much Fan Hui still had in savings based on Constantine's writing skills.

Constantine froze as a whole, and turned to the director Xiaofeng behind him for help.

Didn't they say that the surrogate parents are very gentle, why do they have to take an exam when they come up?

Xiaofeng was delighted to see Xiaobawang slumped.

This kid who has always looked down on their program group actually watched him!

This is the first time Constantine has asked them for help!

Xiaofeng cleared his throat and poked Qiao Huan: "Mr. Qiao, isn't this appropriate?"

"Ah?" Qiao slowly responded, "Indeed."

Just as Constantine breathed a sigh of relief, he saw that the man exuding a terrifying aura took out a marker pen from which pocket.

"Use this to write."

Seeing the confused faces of the two, Qiao Xu explained: "In our traditional culture, it is indeed a bit unlucky to write names in red - this is not a superstition, but because in ancient times, death row prisoners were written with red pens. So taboo, I didn't think carefully, sorry."

This was given to him by his uncles and aunts from the Folklore Association.

Constantine and Xiaofeng: ...

Don't forget to spread traditional culture during the exam, you are worthy of it!

Helpless, Constantine had to write his name crookedly on the paper.

In order to prove that he was not bad at writing, he stubbornly wrote his English name on the back in fluent English cursive.

After finishing writing, Constantine looked at Qiao Huan very embarrassedly, "How is it?"

Looking at the Chinese strokes and writing style, Qiao Huan understood that the child did not often write Chinese, so he nodded, "It is already very good for an eight-year-old child."

"I asked in English..."

"Calligraphy is a broad and profound art, and the more you write, the better it will be."

The encouraged Constantine had black lines all over his face.

Are you really that bad?

"Mr. Qiao," Xiaofeng persuaded, "We practice encouraging education!"

This kid already holds grudges, don't make any other troubles!

Qiao Huan felt a little strange: "Isn't he an IQ of 140? He should be able to tell the difference between flattery and truth, right?"

When he was an intern in the Criminal Investigation Detachment, he also took on some cases of gifted juvenile offenders, not to mention that he had been with someone like Baijike who was full of computer data for so long, and he felt that this kind of communication could not be more normal.

Xiaofeng nodded awkwardly: "Okay..."

Come on, good luck.

"The next step is to make him lunch, and then make him take a nap." Xiaofeng knew that their probation script was probably going to fail, so he acted as a cold and heartless cue process machine, "We will watch the monitor in the next room Yes, call me again if necessary."

"Oh……"

Cook?

Qiao Huan's expression fluctuated.

"When will the other surrogate parent come?" Qiao Huan asked.

Xiaofeng checked the news, "It will probably be in the afternoon, and the airport is a bit congested right now."

"..."

It means that he has to wait with this child to have a real parent——Ye, take over.

After Xiaofeng left, Constantine looked at Qiao Huan with a smile all over his face, "Uncle, what shall we eat?"

In all fairness, this kid is pretty good-looking, with curly hair of mixed race, big eyes and high nose bridge, and glowing white skin.

But no matter how Qiao Huan looked at it, he felt that the smile was not quite right.

Qiao Huan: "Are you hungry?"

Constantine was stunned.

The previous surrogate parents were always doing what the program team asked them to do, so why would this one ask himself?

He answered truthfully, "I'm generally hungry."

"That's just right..." Qiao Huan wanted to hold Constantine's hand like other parents, but the eight-year-old was too short, and he was too lazy to bend down, so his palms circled in the air, and finally pinched the other's both sides accurately. Gen Dumao, "Take me for a stroll at your house?"

Constantine, who was strangled by the hair of fate: "...Okay."

……

"This is my bedroom."

"This is my mother's bedroom."

"This is the study..."

Constantine introduced all the way, and he felt more and more like a child labor tour guide.

Qiao Xu, the tourist, just pinched his hair and didn't say a word.

In fact, Qiao Huan not only roughly figured out the location of the camera during the walk, but also made a judgment on Fan Hui's financial conditions.

This house is not expensive in the entire coastal community, and the interior decoration uses the minimalist style to the extreme.

That said, it didn't cost much.

Qiao Huan even noticed that there were abrupt blank spaces on the ground and walls in some places of the house

——Obviously, the handicrafts and paintings that were placed there were recently removed.

Is this going to sell the property and run away?

So why put your kids on this show?

"This is the kitchen... Uncle?"

Seeing that the new surrogate parents ignored him at all, Constantine finally couldn't bear it anymore and sat down on the ground.

"I'm hungry!"

Qiao Huan used years of interrogation experience to see through the opponent's poor acting skills in a second, "No, you are not hungry."

Constantine: "I'm really hungry!"

"Okay then, I'll cook." Qiao Huan took out a mop and bucket from the side again, "You clean up your plasma, and you should be hungry when you're done."

Seeing this, Constantine held Qiao Huan's arm coquettishly: "But I want to cook with uncle."

"But uncle doesn't want to cook with you." Qiao slowly pinched the other's little hand away, "Think about it, is it uncomfortable when you are stared at by me while writing? Because it is uncomfortable to be stared at by others doing things you are not good at. You are not good at writing, and I am not good at cooking."

Constantine: "Huh?"

Xiaofeng in the next room was also confused.

No one in this world likes bears, let alone enlighten bears. He knows that the guests who come to this show are just to show his patience and virtuous personality.

He originally thought that this was the purpose of the four of Qiao Xu appearing on the show.

But Qiao Xu just admitted so openly that he can't cook?

Konstantin was obviously overwhelmed by Qiao Huan's logic. He left the guests for the first time since the show started, and picked up a small mop and bucket to clean up.

Qiao Huan breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he looked to the refrigerator.

The ingredients in it are only a few kinds of vegetables and crayfish.

Xiaofeng just told him that Constantine is not used to Chinese food, and the only food he can accept is crayfish, which is half Chinese.

And crayfish happens to be a specialty of City B. City B even wanted to promote itself as the hometown of crayfish, but because of the construction of the Platinum Coast, it was opposed by a group of wealthy owners. Let it go.

Over there, Constantine cleaned up his own pranks, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

In the past, it was all cleaned by the cleaning staff. Later, it was fine if mother no longer hired the cleaning lady. Anyway, there were new guests to do the cleaning.

When do you use his hands?

So, he covered himself in plasma, trying to surprise Qiao Huan from behind.

However, he just turned his head——

Qiao Huan picked up a kitchen knife, turned it confidently in his hand, and chopped it on the chopping board with a "bang".

On the chopping board, the back shells of the crayfish cracked instantly, and one of them even flew out of a graceful arc in the air and landed in front of Constantine.

hum.

Constantine was dumbfounded.

Xiaofeng was also frightened.

I just heard Qiao Huan say that he doesn't know how to cook, so I thought he was trying to create an upright person.

Didn't expect that to be the case.

But Mr. Salted Fish doesn't know how to cook, so he seems a bit...cute?

Xiaofeng discussed with the editor behind, and must cut all this scene into the finished film.

"Pick it up for me," Qiao Huan said to Constantine, "Thank you."

His tone was normal, and he didn't comment on the sticky corn syrup that covered him.

But to Constantine, there was impatience and a vague threat in that voice.

He threw the crayfish back in an instant, thinking that it was his fate to die again.

After that, it was cleaned very carefully.

Here, Qiao Huan was still killing the crayfish.

Although he is not very good at cooking, he has eaten crayfish many times, and he feels that the only disadvantage of this thing is that it is too troublesome to eat.

At that time, the two of them will eat for another hour, which will affect the efficiency of investigation.

He wondered if he could peel off all the shrimps and make a pirate shrimp rice bowl, which would be convenient to eat.

He is good with a knife, but this shelling...

Forget it.

The program team confiscated the guests' mobile phones, and Qiao Huan didn't even have the chance to check them online.

But there was a recipe next to it, and Qiao Huan casually flipped through it a few times. He didn't care at first, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the door to a new world had been opened.

——Being vegetarian is very healthy!

Joe gave up on making crayfish for a second.

Then, while choosing vegetables, he thought, is he being lazy?

Before they revealed their identities to Ye Yi, outsiders thought he was a fish, but in fact he knew that he worked very hard. In order to gain the trust of the boss of the smuggling organization, he could stay up all night and memorize the rules of the underworld. Not too tired.

That's more complicated than a recipe.

But recently, especially when they were writing songs together, he and Ye Yiwei ate and slept together for a long time, and he gradually felt that there were some things that he no longer wanted to do personally.

What's more, Ye Yiwei has his advantages. His sensitivity to art and his willingness to take care of others are exactly the parts that Qiao Xu himself is not very good at.

Seeing the green vegetables in his hands getting more and more water, Qiao Huan also hoped that Ye Yiwei would be in place soon.

Even though he didn't want to, he had to admit in his heart: he had changed.

Qiao Tang had previously told him to focus on the task and ignore everything else.

So now he wants to cooperate with Ye Yiwei, is it because he wants to complete the task quickly, or because he thinks that "cooperation" itself is quite interesting?

But reality didn't give him the chance to finish thinking about this question.

- Pfft!

A sound of falling water came from behind.

Qiao Huan looked back vigilantly, only to see a splash of water appearing on the small swimming pool in the backyard.

"Konstantin fell into the swimming pool by himself!" Xiaofeng yelled from the next door, "This kid has started messing around again!"

Qiao Huan reacted, and immediately took off his shoes, ready to rescue.

How did this child's tendency to self-destruct come about? This is no ordinary "bear".

It's too late to say--

A black figure jumped in from the fence and plunged vertically into the water!

Xiaofeng, who came in a hurry, was stunned for a moment.

Is this the gorgeous debut of another guest?

What kind of god is Xiu Si, so unconventional?

Qiao Huan felt a burst of relief.

It must be Ye Yiwei, that person has always had a special obsession with rescuing people from the water——

!!!

what? !

On the surface of the water, Konstantin's head floated out first, struggling and shouting, "I can swim, you don't need to save me..."

Then, the head of another adult male also floated out.

But it wasn't the curly hair that Qiao Xu had been thinking about, but the black-skinned short hair!

Zhuo Yang clamped Constantine's body, stood up from the swimming pool with one hand, looked at Qiao Xu and smiled.

"Another guest is here, I didn't expect it to be me! Mr. Ye and I have changed teams!"

Facing the sudden appearance of Zhuo Yang, Qiao Huan naturally had thousands of doubts in his heart.

But behind them, the rice-steaming pot was emitting steam, and the cooking pot that Qiao Huan had turned off in advance also made an unpleasant sound of water.

Qiao Xu, he wants to know one thing now.

Will they still have this meal?