Chapter 149: I'm Not a Three-Year-Old Child Anymore

As Ni Qiqin finished explaining the rules of the mini-game, the four fathers, including Yu Zhile, went behind the large banyan tree to put on identical internet-famous bear mascot costumes.

In addition, six staff members assigned specifically to cause trouble also put on the same mascot costumes and blended into the group.

Finally, they scrambled their order and stood in a line, waiting for the little darlings to come up and claim them. The child who identified their father the fastest would represent their family in winning the priority choice of accommodation.

During this time, the fathers were not allowed to speak and could only use gestures to help their babies guess who they were, while the staff members mixed in would mimic them to cause interference.

Qin Haiyu patiently began explaining the game rules to her little girl: "Baby, do you know where Daddy went?"

The baby shook her head.

Qin Haiyu squatted down beside her and said, "Daddy is inside those bears. Do you know which bear is Daddy?"

The baby replied in an adorable, milky little voice, "I dunno."

This mispronounced, milky little voice made everyone stare at her, completely charmed by the little cutie.

Qin Haiyu said, "Later, when Daddy lets you come over, will you go over and bring Daddy back, okay?"

"Okay!"

The baby nodded her head obediently.

Ni Qiqin could hardly handle Qin Haiyu's daughter. It was already enough that the little one was cute, but even her mispronounced, milky voice was this adorable, making people simply want to kiss, hug, and lift her up high.

Seeing that the mothers had all explained the game rules to their respective children, Ni Qiqin finally announced, "The game begins!"

Yang Bing started the timer, and the ten real and fake fathers wearing mascot costumes began trying every possible way to make the children recognize them.

Yu Zhile squatted down instantly, clapped his hands twice, and opened his arms wide.

At this moment, whether the baby truly understood the game rules or because this habitual action made her realize this bear was her father, she took small steps, directly ignored all the other bears, ran over happily, and threw herself right into her father's embrace.

Seeing this scene, Qin Haiyu smiled!

As expected, when it came to games that required no intelligence, their family's baby had never feared anyone!

Yu Zhile laughed heartily and said, "Sorry, we're first place!"

He took off the mascot head, kissed the baby on the cheek, and praised, "Baby is amazing! You recognized Daddy so fast!"

The baby pointed at the other nine flustered people nearby and asked curiously, "Daddy, bears! So many bears!"

Yu Zhile gloated as he watched the other two little boys and one little girl all fail to recognize their fathers in the first round, and then he kissed the baby again as a sign of encouragement!

Look at that, none of those three were three-year-olds, yet they couldn't even recognize their own fathers!

My baby isn't even two years old yet, and the moment I squatted down and clapped, she recognized me instantly!

This is the gap right here!

He chuckled inwardly while noticing that the other three fathers were utterly exhausted. Why were their own kids so slow? Yu Zhile's daughter was the youngest in the cast, reportedly not even two years old yet, and she found her father in just a few seconds! Meanwhile, their own kids were standing there like wooden blocks!

This scene amused quite a few of the production crew's staff members. Yang Bing watched with great relish, suddenly feeling that this parenting-themed show might actually become a hit! This kind of parent-child interactive game looked immensely entertaining at first glance!

Director Zhang, who was in charge of recording and production, now shared this exact feeling. He suddenly discovered that a show with this theme might have quite a bit more viewing appeal than he had originally imagined.

It was unlike his initial impression that a slice-of-life variety show of this sort would be dull and boring.

Before long, through sheer blind luck, Zhou Jian's son finally managed to find his father. He was the oldest child on the show, already five and a half years old, though he was small in stature and looked about the same as another four-year-old boy.

Zhou Jian took off his mascot head and said, "Heh, getting second place isn't bad either. Old Zhang, why don't you just surrender? If this goes on, I'm afraid your son is going to cry his eyes out!"

It would have been fine if he hadn't said it, but as soon as he did, Zhang Qingsong's son actually burst into tears!

This prompted Zhou Jian's wife to walk over unhappily, pinch his ear, and lecture him: "Look at what a good job you've done! You've got Doudou crying!"
Zhou Jian said awkwardly, "Wife, wife, we're recording a show here! Mind our image!"

Mrs. Zhou said indifferently, "Record away! This is just how your old lady looks!"

Qin Haiyu watched with an expression of pure admiration...

At this point, Zhang Qingsong had no choice but to break the game rules by walking over and picking up the son who had been made to cry by Old Zhou in order to comfort him. By doing so, he was essentially admitting defeat.

Therefore, in this parent-child mini-game upon entering the village, Yu Zhile's family won first place and earned the priority choice of housing.

Led by the village belle and host Ni Qiqin, they entered the village and prepared to choose their house.

Holding his daughter in his arms, Yu Zhile said, "Everyone, my wife is pregnant with our second child, so I won't be yielding to you all. We choose this courtyard house!"

This was the only house among the four with an inner courtyard and also the most aesthetically pleasing one. The worst house among them was a flat-roofed single-story dwelling that hadn't been renovated and looked very crude.

Consequently, Zhang Qingsong's son started crying again, making a fuss and demanding to live in the house chosen by Yu Zhile's family.

This left even Qin Haiyu feeling a little embarrassed. Suddenly, the baby piped up: "Daddy, why did the big brother go bald?"

"Bald?"

Zhang Qingsong touched his forehead. Although his hairline was a bit high, your big brother here wasn't bald!

Emmm...

It looked like what she meant to say was that my son was crying?

Zhang Qingsong said awkwardly, "A bet is a bet! No crying! Look at the little younger sister over there, she's not even two years old and hasn't cried once since coming here to record the show today! Look at you, you've already cried four or five times along this journey!"

"I want this place!"

Zhang Doudou wailed, sitting straight down on the ground and throwing a tantrum. Yu Zhile couldn't help but sigh inwardly; Old Zhang and his wife must have spoiled their son far too much in everyday life.

At a single glance, it was obvious there were massive flaws in their parenting!

They probably unconditionally compromised every time their son cried, which was why they had fostered this spoiled-brat habit in Zhang Doudou of bursting into tears at the drop of a hat to force his parents to satisfy his demands.

Yu Zhile walked over carrying the baby and said, "Doudou, crying can't solve problems! How about this, Uncle will give you a chance. You play rock-paper-scissors with Little Sister. If you win, you live here. If you lose, you are not allowed to cry anymore, deal?"

Zhang Qingsong frantically signaled with his eyes, which clearly meant: You can't do that! If this really happens and the show broadcasts this segment later, won't the viewers scold my son to death?

Yu Zhile signaled back with his eyes, meaning: Rest assured, how could I possibly give this house to you guys? This is just to trick your son so he stops crying on my family's turf!

Zhang Qingsong understood. He pulled his son up and said, "Why aren't you thanking Uncle quickly? Let's make it clear first! If you lose the rock-paper-scissors game to Little Sister, you are not allowed to cry anymore! Otherwise, Daddy won't buy you any more toys in the future!"

"Deal!"

Only then did Zhang Doudou stop throwing his tantrum.

Yu Zhile said, "Little Sister is a bit slow at rock-paper-scissors. To be fair, let's cover the children's eyes and make blind guesses. I'll count down from three to two to one, and we start!"

"Three... Two..."

Hearing two, Zhang Doudou slowly extended scissors. Yu Zhile dragged out the countdown leisurely, and seized the moment to guide the baby into forming her hand into a fist!

"One!"

The countdown ended, and the result of the rock-paper-scissors game was out!

Zhang Qingsong uncovered his son's eyes and said regretfully, "Look, you lost to Little Sister again! No crying this time, or else no toys for you!"

He hurriedly picked up his son to prevent this fellow from sitting down on the ground to throw another tantrum.

As they watched Old Zhang and his son leave, Yu Zhile carried his daughter back inside the house. Qin Haiyu muttered softly, "Hubby, you're so bad! You're actually bullying a little kid!"

Yu Zhile smiled and said, "He's not a three-year-old toddler anymore; bullying him a little doesn't count as going too far!"

If the production team didn't edit this line out, it would probably become one of his famous quotes when it aired later.

Once all four sets of fathers and mothers had tidied up their houses and made the beds with the brand-new bedding newly purchased and replaced by the production team, the production crew issued their very first task!