My younger brothers are so fierce!!! I'm clearly the eldest brother!

After Cheng Yunqin left, the group continued eating.

"Brother, have some soup."

"Big brother, have some ribs."

"it is good."

At the dinner table, Jiang Zhuo kept putting food on Jiang Guanqing's plate. Seeing this, Zhou Linxi immediately followed suit and started putting food on Jiang Guanqing's plate as well. When the food was far away, she stood up and carefully placed it into Jiang Guanqing's bowl from a distance, saying, "Big brother, eat."

"Okay, thank you, Xixi. Xixi will eat too."

When Zhou Mu saw this, his father felt a pang of sorrow. Why didn't he receive the same treatment?

Seeing this scene, Nam Yoon-ah gripped the chopsticks so tightly that her hands turned white. These things should have been hers. She should have been the chosen one, and everyone should have loved her and revolved around her.

Gong Bolin looked at Nan Yun'er, his brows furrowed, and his sharp gaze shot over her.

Noticing Gong Bolin's gaze, Nan Yun'er realized she had lost her composure and quickly lowered her eyes to hide the hatred in them.

Han Ke noticed Gong Bolin's gaze and shivered.

It probably wasn't her; she didn't do anything.

Nam Yoon-ah bit her lower lip lightly. The recording of the show would last a long time, and he would have plenty of opportunities to make his move. Jiang Zhuo, Jiang Guanqing, no matter what, she would have to drag one of them down with her.

The dining table fell unusually quiet for a moment, the atmosphere strangely eerie.

Zhou Mu glanced at his daughter, Zhou Linxi, who was gnawing on a rib with her cheeks puffed out, completely unaware that something was wrong. When she saw her father looking at her, her greasy little mouth opened and closed, "Daddy, this rib is delicious."

Zhou Mu smiled helplessly and put another piece on Zhou Linxi's plate. "Eat more if you like it."

Then she looked at the others and said, "Sister Cheng's old duck soup is very delicious, everyone should try it."

Gao Shizhong was frantically wiping away sweat in the corner. This show was really difficult to record, and the atmosphere was so strange.

After everyone finished eating, Gao Shizhong reminded them, "Today's dinner was prepared by the production team, but the guests need to wash their own dishes and chopsticks."

Everyone stared at the bowls and chopsticks on the table and fell silent for a moment.

"...Um, is there a dishwasher in the kitchen?" Lin Jingxiao slumped in his chair, looking at Gao Shizhong with longing eyes.

Gao Shizhong smiled and said, "Of course... there aren't any more."

Lin Jingxiao's lips twitched. "No, no, Director, your smug look is a bit annoying."

Gao Shizhong's bared teeth instantly disappeared, and he gritted his teeth as he spoke, "Not only is there no dishwasher, but the initial funds for you nine guests are only one thousand yuan. The production team will write down tasks on the whiteboard in the living room every day, and you can earn living funds by accepting tasks."

Also, from now on, you will be responsible for your own meals. Friendly reminder: guest guests will randomly appear at Baiyun Courtyard, so please prepare good food and drinks to welcome them.

Lin Jingxiao's face was blank as he turned to Lin Jingheng. "Brother, did you hear that?"

Lin Jingheng paused for a moment, then shook his head.

Gao Shizhong was speechless. "Pretending to be deaf won't work."

"Alright, alright."

Lin Jingxiao waved casually, faced the camera, and put his hands together. "We've prepared a feast to welcome you, so shouldn't you bring something in return? It doesn't have to be much, just bring some groceries. Consider it a small favor to us. A dishwasher would be even better."

Lin Jingxiao leaned closer to the camera and whispered, "Buy more things. After the show is over, I'll secretly transfer the money to you, just as a gift for me. Please."

Peach Sparkling Water: Hahahaha Lin Jingxiao, have some shame!

Did Jing Xiao get beaten up today? "Quietly Transferring Money"—is this something you can just say? Hahahaha, as expected of you!

My hairline: Hahahaha, the guest star was already being fleeced before even appearing!

Internet Fun Guy: Lin Jingxiao – A Very New Online Beggar

A combination of two scenes: the one in front is clearly a blatant beggar.

……

Lin Jingxiao's outrageous move had the viewers in the live stream in stitches.

Jiang Guanqing pursed his lips, trying to suppress the smile on his face, but in the end he couldn't hold it in, and a smile spread from his eyes.

Lin Jingheng glanced up casually, paused for a moment, and then immediately lowered his eyes after regaining his senses.

"Eh~~~" Lin Jingxiao leaned back in his chair, looking up at the sky above, where a few stars dotted the sky.

"I'll do the dishes," Jiang Guanqing offered. Although he wasn't very good at cooking, he could still do the dishes.

As he spoke, Jiang Guanqing stood up and prepared to clear the dishes.

Jiang Zhuo and Gong Bolin frowned simultaneously.

"Big brother, you rest, I'll take care of it."

"Guanqing, I'll do it."

The bowl and chopsticks in his hands were snatched away. Jiang Guanqing was stunned for a moment, then smiled at the two of them and said, "I can do it."

Jiang Zhuo shook his head repeatedly. What? No way! If he dared to sit there and make his older brother wash the dishes, Jiang Yan would come here tonight, not even tomorrow.

Lin Jingxiao's attention was drawn to Jiang Guanqing's hands. Her fingers were long and slender like jade, her ten fingers were even and well-proportioned, and her nails were neatly trimmed and rounded, with a faint pink hue, like the finest mutton fat jade.

Lin Jingxiao stared in disbelief, thinking to himself, "Such hands are good for serving tea and writing, but they shouldn't be used to wash dishes in water with detergent. That would be such a waste and an atrocity."

No, I can't use these hands to wash dishes.

"Brother Guanqing, let's do it."

Lin Jingheng glanced at Lin Jingheng and nodded.

Seeing everyone vying to wash the dishes, Zhou Mu smiled and said, "Let's all work together, more hands make light work."

"OK."

Seeing that everyone agreed, Han Ke and Nan Yun'er had no choice but to stand up and start packing together.

Han Ke frowned, showing her disdain, but her hands moved quickly.

When her fingers touched the bowl and chopsticks, they inevitably came into contact with the greasy parts, and Nam Yoon-ah wanted to smash the bowl in disgust.

"Dad, I can do it too."

Zhou Linxi raised her little hand, stood up straight, and helped stack the bowls and chopsticks.

Zhou Mu wanted to pat his daughter's head, but his hands were greasy, so he gave up and praised her instead, "Xi Xi is so great."

Zhou Mu and Gong Bolin and the others carried the stacked bowls and chopsticks to the kitchen.

Zhou Linxi neatly stacked the bowls in front of her, picked up a large casserole dish, and headed towards the kitchen.

Zhou Mu glanced up casually and saw Zhou Linxi carrying a clay pot bigger than her head into the house. He was so frightened he almost jumped out of his skin. "Grandma! Put it down!"

Zhou Linxi was startled by Zhou Mu's shout, and the clay pot she was holding, which was not very steady, wobbled, causing the remaining soup inside to spill out and unfortunately splash directly onto Nan Yun'er, who was passing by.

"what!"

The oily soup spilled onto Nam Yoon-ah's white dress. The white dress was already thin in the summer, and the soup soaked through the dress and seeped into her thighs.

Nam Yoon-ah screamed and jumped up, a hint of hatred flashing in her eyes. She pretended to be startled and waved her hand, then, as if she hadn't noticed, flung it directly at Zhou Linxi.

Caught off guard, Zhou Linxi lost her grip on the clay pot, which flew out and crashed to the ground with a loud bang, shattering into countless sharp shards. She herself was falling towards those sharp fragments.

"Xi Xi!" Zhou Mu's pupils dilated in shock.