The two little ones first cleaned up the living room in a flurry.

The little zombie pushed the two little cars to the corner, letting them stand in for them as punishment.

The little Yingyu used its beautiful bird wings to roll over the vacuum cleaner, sucking up the pure white floor like crazy.

Before long, the living room was brand new.

[Precious baby is capable yo]

[Report him, report him!!]

[If you keep beeping, I’ll knock out your teeth. Moderators, get to work, kick him out quickly]

A hater, from who knows where, kept spamming the word “report” in the comments section, and the moderators didn’t know if they were asleep, but they didn’t move at all.

Everyone had no choice but to ignore him.

What they wanted to focus on most right now was how the two little guys would coax their master.

The little Yingyu flew to the kitchen, flicking its tail, and the cabinet door opened. Inside was a whole bag of flour. It hooked the little zombie over, directing him to find a basin to pour the flour into.

The little zombie huffed and puffed, using a small bowl to scoop several bowls of flour and pour them in, then added some water to the basin.

[Are they going to make pasta?]

[Can they cook? [/suspicious face]]

[Never mind, let’s watch first!]

“Whoosh whoosh whoosh—”

While discussing, the fans set off fireworks in the live stream, one firework effect after another, looking as festive as the New Year.

[Aunties are cheering you on first~]

The little zombie squatted on the countertop, stirring the flour with his two little hands, using all his strength.

The little Yingyu couldn’t help, so he could only circle around, occasionally flicking his tail to help cheer him on.

“Hehe!”

The little zombie’s hands were covered in sticky and gooey white flour paste. He smeared it on his face, and his eyebrows turned white.

The little Yingyu glanced at him, then flapped his bird wings, “tu tu tu,” spitting out bubbles, looking like he was laughing at him.

The two little ones struggled to knead the flour into a ball, then collapsed on the countertop, panting.

[I guess they might be steaming buns?]

[How can you eat just buns? Maybe they’ll have to stir-fry two dishes later.]

[Stir-frying dishes are too tricky. Can Big Banana hold a spatula?]

While the comments were guessing with relish, they saw the little Yingyu fly to the refrigerator, using his bird wings to open the refrigerator door, rolling over a bottle of iced cola, and returning to the countertop.

The little zombie huffed and puffed again, finding a cup to pour the cola into.

He was really too small, and these jobs took a lot of physical strength. He accidentally knocked off his little hat when he wiped his sweat with his little hand.

His bald little head was exposed, looking more like a bun than the dough.

Before long, the two of them drove the little cars over.

[?]

The netizens couldn’t understand their operation at all. The comments gradually decreased, and everyone patiently watched the actions of the two little ones.

[Is it because they’re not tall enough, so they plan to stand on the little cars to stir-fry dishes?]

The little zombie hugged the dough and jumped off the countertop, putting the dough on the car seat, and tentatively took a bite.

Little zombie: Why does it taste wrong?

The little Yingyu rolled the cola cup, putting it on another little car. They found the control handle, controlling the little cars to deliver goods to their beloved master.

The little cars were exquisitely designed and highly playable.

In addition to being able to sit on them and drive yourself, you can also let others operate the handle to drive for you.

Sui Han was leaning on the head of the bed, diligently taking notes. Suddenly, the door opened, and then two little cars drove in mightily.

The little zombie’s little hand was holding the door frame, pouting his little face as he peeked in, and the little Yingyu was even more frightened, hiding directly behind him.

What the heck?

Sui Han saw the little cars driving to the front of the bed and curiously came over to look at the things on them.

He recognized the cola, which was given by the boss when he ordered Supreme Emperor Mixed Noodles. What was the other white and fat thing?

Sui Han turned over and got out of bed, reaching out to take that lump in his hand to look at. Obviously, there were two rows of shallow tooth marks on it, looking like it had been eaten.

He lowered his head and sniffed it. It was just a lump of stirred dough.

Can dough be eaten?

Seeing that his master’s expression had eased a bit, the little zombie took a tentative step, sneaking in step by step.

The little Yingyu rolled up the phone with his tail, and while following in, he blew a bubble at his master.

Sui Han’s light eyes glanced over, and a few words seemed to be faintly appearing in the bubble—

　　Please eat buns, don’t be angry O(∩_∩)O

[Okay, I overestimated them]

[So that’s how buns are made. Using pots and stuff is really lame 23333]

[I’m going to throw away my steamer, useless thing [/laughing to death]]

Sui Han threw the dough aside, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, reached out and grabbed the little zombie’s collar, directly lifting him up.

The little zombie’s round face was covered with a lot of flour, and there were two clumps of it on his eyebrows. The boy shook his head, carrying him directly to the bathroom to rinse him off.

Passing by the living room, seeing that the floor and furniture were clean and fresh, and the garbage had been cleaned up, he happily raised the corners of his mouth.

[Tch, there are many little ones who can clean up the house, what’s so great about it]

[My golden retriever can even buy groceries, the little zombie is just a waste, meh]

The netizens were happy that the little one could coax Sui Sui, and the bottom-feeding comments in the comments section popped up again.

Someone glanced at the hater’s account and was immediately speechless.

The one who was shouting “report him, report him” just now simply changed his account nickname to these four words.

The bottom-feeding comments were what the other person was spamming.

That person kept spamming, one after another, and threw up a link.

[Travel the world with the little one?]

[Ah ah ah ah, is this the new season of the vlog competition? It seems that the platform has this kind of competition every summer!]

[Then participate, Sui Han’s little one is super awesome [/sideways glance]]

Sui Han cleaned the little zombie, and as soon as he came out, he saw this.

He clicked on the link, and before he could read it carefully, the little zombie leaned over to join in the fun.

His wet little hand clicked on the center of the screen, and the website instantly popped up a prompt box—

　　Congratulations to streamer Sui Han for successfully signing up. Please be sure to prepare your vlog well!

“…”

[Ah ha ha ha, he signed up, he signed up, streamer Sui Han, don’t quit easily [/sideways glance]]

The hater was jumping up and down in the comments section, spamming seven or eight in a row.

Sui Han always felt that the other person’s words had a hidden meaning.

He put the little one in the little car and sat down to look at the competition requirements.

The hovering flower bud was oozing dark red light around it, and the roots were shaking from time to time, as if something was being conceived.

And although the netizens in the live stream could see the little zombie and the little Yingyu, they couldn’t see that little flower bud.

The competition requirements are as follows:

　　Travel with a furry friend. Video requirements include, but are not limited to, grooming, feeding, interacting, and accompanying the furry friend to pet competitions, etc.

　Entry conditions:

　　Meet the above elements and obtain the top ten rankings in the pet competition to have a chance to win.

　　The winning rewards are generous, and there are unexpected little surprises.

　　Streamers, good luck!

[Holy crap, Sui Sui signed up, ah ah ah ah ah ah]

[Are you going to travel with the little one?]

[I can do vlogs, I really want to have a camera, even a passerby is fine]

[Pet competitions are so exciting. The platform has videos of past competitions. Ah ah ah ah, so many furry friends, I want to pet them bald!]

Furry friend?

Sui Han’s ominous premonition increased a bit. That hater was so encouraging him to participate in the vlog competition, there must be a problem.

The boy patiently looked at the requirements again and finally found the reason.

　　The first video element: grooming!

Sui Han looked back at the little zombie with the bald head, and then looked at the little Yingyu who didn’t have a single hair.

It’s over.

[The author has something to say:]

Who said we don’t have furry friends to send into battle?