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The director of show was watching the recordings of the various dads and their children on the split screen and noticed that the Zhan family’s segment had made everyone laugh.
Their family’s style was different from others.
The more unusual the style, the more it stood out, but he was actually more concerned about how Zhan Qingyue would handle things.
If he chose to use punishment to educate his child, it would obviously be unbroadcastable, and such good material would go to waste.
Although they had politely reminded parents before recording that physical punishment was not allowed on the show, this couldn’t keep up with how quickly kids might act up.
However, Zhan Qingyue was known for his quality education approach, so physical punishment was definitely not going to happen.
He didn’t reveal Mi Dou’s actions on the spot, and even praised him a bit.
Mi Dou, who thought he had outsmarted everyone, was so happy that his tail seemed to shoot up into the sky.
Feeling proud, Mi Dou even found cleaning up his own area enjoyable.
He threw the food that had fallen on the table into the trash can, wiped the area with a small towel, and put his own bowl in the kitchen.
The next task was to feed Miao Miao.
Every day, the kitchen prepared meat and vegetables for Miao Miao.
Mi Dou was responsible for putting these meats and vegetables into Miao Miao’s food bowl, then adding five scoops of dog food with a special spoon, making up Miao Miao’s meal.
When Miao Miao saw its little master entering the kitchen, it happily followed, knowing breakfast was coming.
Its tail wagged like a small motor, and it looked eagerly at Mi Dou, with its nose full of the smell of beef and chicken.
However, when Mi Dou was about to carry Miao Miao’s bowl of meat and vegetables out, it was stopped by its big master.
“Mi Dou, did your teacher ever tell you to eat more vegetables?” Zhan Qingyue asked him.
“……” Mi Dou didn’t like vegetables.
His teacher often emphasized the need to eat more vegetables.
Mi Dou didn’t understand why his dad was asking this, but after a moment’s hesitation, he nodded, “Yes, they did.”
“Miao Miao has been picky lately and doesn’t like vegetables. How about we add some bitter melon juice to its food?”
Miao Miao, who understood the words “bitter melon,” immediately froze its tail.
Since Miao Miao hadn’t been punished in a long time, Mi Dou didn’t know that Miao Miao hated bitter melon juice so much.
He nodded and said, “Okay.”
So, the father and son used a juicer to squeeze out a bitter melon, then mixed the green bitter melon juice with the beef, chicken breast, and the vegetable scraps.
Mi Dou was choked by the bitter melon’s smell and frowned, saying, “It smells awful.”
It smelled awful, indeed.
If it weren’t for the fear of making this little rascal sick, Zhan Qingyue would have insisted on feeding him bitter melon juice.
This little thing, full of tricks, deserved a bit of bitterness to counterbalance.
Mi Dou carried the mixed meat to Miao Miao’s food bowl. Just as he was about to add it to the bowl, Zhan Qingyue put his own bowl on the ground: “Feed it with this.”
“But this is my bowl,” Mi Dou complained, “and it’s too small, it can’t hold it all!”
“If it doesn’t fit in one go, fit it in two. You and Miao Miao are good friends, can’t you share a bowl?”
“……” Mi Dou was convinced by this logic and said, “Okay.”
So, Miao Miao had to eat its painful breakfast from its little master’s bowl.
Under Zhan Qingyue’s watchful eye, it dared not refuse.
Once it had finished, it hurriedly went to drink water, feeling even plain water tasted sweet.
Miao Miao’s almost-zero IQ brain understood the lesson from the big master: if it dared to eat from the little master’s bowl again, it would have to eat bitter melon mixed with rice.
Miao Miao felt wronged but couldn’t say anything.
After disciplining the dog, Zhan Qingyue had someone buy a new bowl for Mi Dou, and then took Mi Dou to his game room.
Of course, the son needed to be tidied up as well, but the timing wasn’t right yet.
As a child from a wealthy family, the game room was enviably large.
It had a mini castle with a slide and a dog hole, as well as a small tent where he could sleep or store his toys.
In addition, there were various toys, DIY craft tools, and children’s musical instruments, all in a dazzling array.
There was even a smart game zone. Mi Dou had shown impressive gaming skills from a young age.
He breezed through simple puzzle games, like a simplified version of Super Mario, and complained that the games were too easy and insulted his intelligence.
— The term “insulted intelligence” was something he learned from his mom’s TV dramas.
So, Zhan Qingyue decided to give him a more challenging version of Super Mario to really test Mi Dou’s intelligence.
“Dad, I want to challenge you,” Mi Dou said confidently, standing in front of the game screen.
Zhan Qingyue raised an eyebrow, “Challenge me to what?”
“This!” Mi Dou pointed to a game, “Let’s see who finishes it first.”
Zhan Qingyue smiled, “Sure.”
“If you lose,” Mi Dou began negotiating, “I’ll not do any chores for a week!”
This little guy sure knows how to make a big demand!
Zhan Qingyue asked, “And if you lose, what happens?”
“I won’t lose!” Mi Dou puffed out his chest proudly.
“……” Mi Dou’s confidence was impressive, though he wore it openly and couldn’t hide it like an adult could.
“I mean, if you do lose,” Zhan Qingyue said, pinching Mi Dou’s cheek, “No chores and no pay for a week. How about that?”
“……” That was a bit harsh.
But Mi Dou was confident and agreed without hesitation.
The game Mi Dou chose featured a girl named Lily who was captured by bad guys.
The goal was to help Lily escape by overcoming various obstacles using intelligence and manual skills.
Since it was a puzzle game designed for kids like Mi Dou, Zhan Qingyue could easily see how to pass the challenges.
As they played in a two-player mode, Mi Dou quickly became absorbed in the game while Zhan Qingyue enjoyed watching him with amusement.
Even though Mi Dou was just a kid, he was exceptionally talented at games.
His speed in overcoming challenges impressed Zhan Qingyue, especially when he had to build bridges to cross rivers.
The game required precise placement of wooden planks, but Mi Dou did it quickly and accurately.
“……” Originally, Zhan Qingyue was determined to let Mi Dou experience a week without pay to teach him a lesson about respecting his dad.
However, seeing how skilled Mi Dou was, he decided to change his mind.
He couldn’t always be tough on him.
So, Zhan Qingyue let Mi Dou win.
Mi Dou celebrated his victory with great enthusiasm, thrilled at the prospect of not having to do chores for the week.
In his excitement, he taunted, “Dad, you’re so bad at this!”
Zhan Qingyue: “???”
I’m being kind and accommodating, and you actually say I’m bad at this!
If it were Ning Qiuxiu, she would definitely be made to sit at the game console and find out what being bad really means.
But this is his son. Feeling disdained by his son, Zhan Qingyue sat down in a chair, pulled Mi Dou onto his lap, and asked, “Do you know what ‘bad’ means?”
Seeing his dad suddenly become serious, Mi Dou weakly replied, “It means playing games poorly.”
“Do you say the same thing about kids who play games poorly at kindergarten?”
Mi Dou was silent.
Zhan Qingyue understood and patiently explained to Mi Dou, “Saying someone is ‘bad’ is like me saying you, Mi Dou, wet the bed again yesterday.”
Mi Dou immediately became anxious: “I didn’t wet the bed!!!”
“Yes, you didn’t wet the bed, but if I said you did, would you be happy?”
Mi Dou shook his head and, understanding Zhan Qingyue’s point, admitted, “I’m sorry, Daddy. I won’t say others are ‘bad’ again.”
Good child, Zhan Qingyue thought with satisfaction as he ruffled Mi Dou’s hair and set him down, “Go play now.”
Mi Dou played games for a while, but the consequence of not having breakfast soon appeared—he was hungry.
He rubbed his little stomach and told Zhan Qingyue, “Daddy, I’m hungry.”
“Daddy isn’t hungry yet. Didn’t you eat more than usual this morning? Are you trying to trick Daddy into giving you snacks?” Zhan Qingyue teased.
“No! Mi Dou is growing, so he gets hungry faster,” Mi Dou argued confidently.
Look at this kid, he’s so good at making excuses.
Zhan Qingyue said, “Growing, huh? Then you need to eat more to grow faster. Fortunately, there’s some cooked noodles in the kitchen. I’ll get you a bowl.”
Mi Dou, who was really craving snacks: “???”
The noodles were prepared as per Zhan Qingyue’s instructions.
He anticipated that Mi Dou would be hungry around this time, so he served him a bowl and put it on the table, tying a small apron around him and watching him eat.
At first, Mi Dou was hungry and ate, but after a while, when his stomach wasn’t empty anymore, he started to lose interest.
He began playing with the noodles, thinking of ways to trick his dad into leaving so he could give the noodles to Miao Miao.
“Take your time eating. I’m going out to make a phone call.” Zhan Qingyue left without giving a specific excuse.
Mi Dou was thrilled, placed his bowl on the ground, and called for Miao Miao to come over and eat.
But Miao Miao took one look at him and the familiar bowl and ran away.
Mi Dou was left confused: “……”
Just then, Zhan Qingyue returned and Mi Dou quickly put his bowl back on the table, sitting down to act as if nothing had happened.
“There’s still so much left?” Zhan Qingyue asked as he saw the remaining noodles in Mi Dou’s bowl.
“I’m full,” Mi Dou replied, using the words he’d heard from his mom or the nanny, “Mi Dou wants to save room for lunch!”
“Okay,” surprisingly, Zhan Qingyue didn’t insist on him finishing it.
Instead, he said, “We’ll have your favorite sweet rice for lunch, so save some room.”
Mi Dou was delighted at the mention of sweet rice, which he loved.
Sweet rice was similar to Eight Treasure Rice but with more varied ingredients.
Zhan Qingyue didn’t like it and found it too sweet, but Mi Dou adored it.
At lunchtime, Mi Dou eagerly sat at the table with his spoon, waiting for the meal.
However, Zhan Qingyue only gave him a few small spoonfuls, which Mi Dou quickly finished.
He pushed the empty bowl towards Zhan Qingyue and said, “Daddy, I want more.”
“That’s all there is. Based on how much you ate this morning, this is how much I made for lunch.”
“But I ate a full bowl this morning,” Mi Dou argued, pointing at the bowl’s rim, though his tone was a bit unsure.
He felt his dad might know something.
As expected, Zhan Qingyue showed him a video from the director and asked, “So, can you explain this?”
Mi Dou was speechless: “……”
Seeing Mi Dou’s reaction, Zhan Qingyue smiled and said, “Since you don’t like eating, here’s a rule: Whatever you eat in the morning will determine the amount of lunch and dinner you get. No snacks before or after meals until you can eat your required portions at each meal. Got it?”
Mi Dou understood, but he didn’t like it. He tearfully complained, “Daddy, you’re torturing me, boo hoo.”
“If eating is torture, then making you sleep alone at night would be a real punishment. Want to try that?”
Mi Dou was left speechless: “……”
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