Little Fubao could only respond with a silly laugh.
Continue to stare at the food in front of you with bright eyes.
Anyway, she had already made a fool of herself in front of Brother Duole, and Brother Duole wouldn't hate her because of it, so what's the harm in making him smile.
"Before we start dinner, let's play a little game first. The name of this game is very simple, it's called: Who has the fiery eyes?"
"The winning family will get a chance to talk to their family. I think they will be out for a week. Our babies also miss their parents and grandparents very much. This is a good opportunity to talk to them. Please
Come on please."
After hearing the reward, several other children became more interested.
Only Xiao Fubao and Sang Mizhou remained unchanged.
Perhaps in their hearts, there is no one left who they can miss.
Even if there is, it is somewhere that cannot be reached with a phone call.
"Our game is also very simple. After a while, several groups of performers wearing exactly the same costumes will appear. You have to judge which one of them is the real performer of the character through their singing voice, movement or demeanor."
"Of course, you won't be able to guess the performer so easily. It will definitely cause some disturbance to you. Let's have a drink together first and invite our performer to appear while we eat."
With the sound of gongs and drums, the waiters came out with wine and orange juice, and filled the empty glasses in front of everyone.
Sang Mizhou picked up the wine glass and shook it, then helped Xiao Fubao take the glass filled with orange juice and handed it over.
I didn’t forget to whisper a reminder: “Be careful when handling it, don’t get it on your clothes.”
Little Fubao responded obediently, stretched out his hands and carefully took the cup.
Seeing several parents getting up, Xiao Fubao thought she was going to stand up too, so she followed them and stood on the ground holding a cup.
As a result, it instantly became much shorter than the table, with only the top of its black head exposed, and no one could even see it.
When the director saw this, he laughed twice and said, "Just sit on the chairs, little darlings."
【Hahahaha! The little baby is so cute! The person is not even taller than the table!】
[Nonsense! Our little baby is obviously two centimeters taller than the table, okay! Isn’t two centimeters taller than the table? Hahahaha!]
[Hahahaha! You are doing too much harm. It doesn’t matter, little baby, drink more milk and you will grow taller sooner or later! 】
Sang Mizhou reluctantly put down the wine glass in his hand, took the glass from her hand, took her back by her collar and lifted her back to the chair and sat down before giving her the glass again.
"Okay, everyone has worked hard this week, cheers!"
"cheers!"
Sang Wanzhou only took a sip before putting the glass down and sitting back down.
Everyone finished their toast.
The lights on the stage suddenly turned on, and four performers wearing identical clothes walked out from the backstage together.
Everyone's attention was immediately drawn away from the food.
The four people stood on the stage uniformly dressed as Sun Wukong and performed the same classic part of the monkey show one by one.
Looking at the crowd, some clapped their hands and applauded, and some really couldn't help but laugh out loud.
It wasn't until the last performance was completed that the director stood up and asked: "Okay, all four of our performers have finished their performances. Which performer on the stage is the real Monkey King?"