As the second episode of “The Baby is Superman” went live, more and more netizens found out that today’s recording was at the film city. Many viewers and fans were eager to go there, as seen in the super topics of the show and the guests.

[Bad news, the film base requires reservations, at least three days in advance]

[No wonder it’s mostly middle-aged and elderly people led by tour guides, regular folks can’t get in at all]

Wen Cishu’s ancient costume look, with the hashtag #AncientNobleYoungMaster#, shot up the trending list in just two hours. Uninformed netizens mistakenly thought he was the male lead in a new S+ project launched by some platform.

[This tall and slender figure, this flawless face from every angle, these classic phoenix eyes, oh my, is this an original face? If so, I’m investing right here!]

[With him looking like this, who would play the female lead? Isn’t he just a living male enchantress?]

[Think differently, you could find a male actor to pair with him! Tsk, this slender waist, you guys really don’t know how to appreciate!]

[BL adaptation? Now I’m even more interested, hehe]

Fans of the variety show explained in the comments, and netizens realized he was just a regular guest on the show, expressing their regret.

A well-known marketing account added fuel to the trending topic: [Just heard that a top magazine wanted to invite a father-son duo from a certain show to shoot a cover, offering an unprecedentedly high fee. But they were politely declined~~ The magazine editor said they would contact someone in the industry instead (I wish them luck)]

[Ahhh, it must be the beautiful man and Ming Zai! Which editor? Keep it up!]

[Why didn’t they shoot it, I’m so mad!]

[Probably really not planning to enter the industry, just taking the kid to have fun on the show]

[Ming Zai wanted to go viral, isn’t this it? Please just take one photo, even one is fine]

As the popularity soared, the program’s official Weibo was very proactive, releasing wave after wave of high-definition photos of the guests before noon. Clearly inspired by the previous episode, they organized real-time editing.

Under the official Weibo, the comments were full of praise for the staff’s efficiency and timely response.

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At the program site.

Wen Cishu encountered a small problem.

A mother came into the teahouse with her baby to have tea. Since others were busy, Wen Cishu helped serve the tea, and as he bent down, his long black hair flowed down like water from one side. The little baby, just a few months old, reached out and grabbed the strands.

The round-headed little baby opened his mouth, babbling excitedly, almost bouncing in his mother’s arms. The mother was startled and quickly stood up with the child: “Baby, don’t pull. I’m so sorry!”

The little baby thought his mother was encouraging him and wiggled his feet even more excitedly.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Wen Cishu didn’t feel much pain, and looking at the soft little baby, he couldn’t help but praise, “This child is really lively.” Just like his Little Monkey at home.

He didn’t pull back, afraid of tugging the child’s hand.

At this moment, Bo Yiming rushed over, anxiously holding the hair.

“Little baby, don’t grab my little dad’s hair.”

The mother reached out, ready to untangle the hair.

Bo Yiming saw her gesture and hurriedly stopped her: “Let me do it!”

Everyone was startled.

Bo Yiming gently pinched the baby’s tiny wrist, pushed forward, and pressed the soft back of the hand, naturally loosening the tightly clenched little fingers.

“All done~”

Bo Yiming smiled and looked up at his little dad, as if asking: Am I amazing or what~

Wen Cishu wrapped an arm around Little Monkey’s shoulder, smiling as he pulled him into his embrace: “You’re such a smart Ming Ming baby.”

The mother clearly didn’t expect this, looking at the still giggling cute little baby. As a new mom, she was usually troubled by the baby grabbing things, often just pulling or waiting for the child to let go.

She quickly asked, “Little friend, how did you do that? Can you teach me?”

Bo Yiming raised his hand to demonstrate: “Just push the back of the hand, gently. The little fist won’t be able to clench tightly, and it will loosen.”

He noticed the baby’s big eyes still fixed on his little dad’s hair and quickly pushed his little dad towards the counter, sweetly saying, “Sister, I’ll pour you some tea.”

The mother tried it with the baby’s hand and found it really worked.

“Little friend, how did you know?”

Bo Yiming pointed to his little dad: “When I was little, I also loved grabbing my little dad’s hair, and my big dad would press me like this, so I remembered. It doesn’t hurt at all, you can ask the little baby.”

He propped his hands on his knees, blinking at the baby, “Baby, did brother hurt you?”

“Hehehe~~” The little baby, with a wide-open mouth, couldn’t understand, just giggling foolishly.

The mother nodded knowingly: “Thank you, now I know too.”

[I think I know how to do it too! Where’s a little baby, let me try it out!]

[Ming Zai’s big dad actually knows this? Is he a parenting expert?]

[Probably doesn’t want his wife to get hurt. Clearly, the wife is the biological one, the son was an accident]

[Ming Zai on fire: Who’s an accident? Explain yourself!]

After two hours of busy work, it was finally time to eat.

Bo Yiming took the [Lunch Break, Temporarily Closed] sign his little dad just wrote and stuck it outside the door.

A group of people came in from outside the teahouse, carrying exquisite lacquered food boxes, placing them in order on the long table in the hall.

The guests gathered around, and when the lids of the food boxes were opened, there were exquisite and delicious dishes.

Chu Han asked, “Is today’s lunch provided by the program group so special?”

The staff nodded: “It’s specially prepared.”

He wore white gloves, placing eight portions of soup separately, “Everyone worked hard this morning, eat while it’s hot.”

Zhou Xu sat down with Xiao Qi, inviting everyone: “Then let’s not be polite, sit down, sit down.”

Wen Cishu was on the side, wiping ink stains from his fingers with a wet wipe, looking at the dishes taken out from the food boxes, a hint of doubt flashed in his phoenix eyes.

Zhu Wei saw him distracted and kindly pulled him to sit down: “Ming Zai’s dad, are you tired from standing too long this morning?”

Zhou Xu poured a glass of water and pushed it in front of Wen Cishu.

Wen Cishu thanked him, explaining: “No, it’s just that the food smells really good. Maybe I’m really hungry.”

He took the chopsticks and rice Chu Han handed over.

The bowl of crystal-clear, plump rice and the aroma were surprisingly familiar.

“Let me try the dishes.”

Zhou Xu picked up a piece of white-cut chicken from the plate, without dipping sauce, tasting the chicken first, and was pleasantly surprised: “Wow, it’s actually Zhanjiang chicken.”

Zhu Wei laughed: “Mr. Zhou can even taste where the chicken is from? Looks like I wasn’t wrong calling you a chef god.”

Chu Han took a sip of soup: “This soup is also particularly fresh, feels like not much seasoning was added, probably simmered for most of the day.”

[Zhou Xu is amazing, no wonder he doesn’t want to mix in the entertainment industry, probably wants to mix in the chef circle]

[No, why is there a full table of dishes today? Is it New Year? (I want to eat too, ah woo ah woo!]

Wen Cishu picked up a small spoon to drink the soup, looking at the full table of dishes, without guessing, he knew who arranged the lunch.

Bo Yiming, picking up a piece of four-joy gluten, eating with joy: “Little dad! This gluten is just like the one we make at home. I thought only our family made it this way.”

Xingxing leaned over to look at the strange dish: “What’s this? Is it good?”

Bo Yiming took Xingxing’s chopsticks, picked up a piece of gluten, soaked it in the rich soup next to it for a few seconds, then brought it to his mouth.

The cold gluten, with one bite, the sauce overflowed.

Xingxing was amazed: “Mom, why haven’t I eaten this before?”

Chu Han picked up a piece: “Mom used to eat it when filming in Hu City. If you like it, mom will study how to make it.”

Wen Cishu knew this sauce was specially made by the family chef, thinking he could have the chef prepare some to send to Xingxing’s house later.

Rongrong eagerly waved her little hand: “Ming Gege~~ I want some too~”

Zhu Wei said: “Mom will get it for you, brother is too far.”

“And Xiao Qi~”

The round, chubby little cutie, with a pouting little mouth, was about to turn into a sharp beak in urgency.

Zhou Xu gave him one: “I’ve never seen you so eager to eat dad’s cooking.”

Xiao Qi let out a satisfied giggle.

Wen Cishu guessed that this lunch was arranged at least yesterday, otherwise, it would be impossible to prepare so many ingredients on short notice. Maybe even earlier, considering the coordination with the program group.

He unconsciously turned the ring on his left hand, thinking to himself:

If Bo Tingyuan is meticulous, he can really be considered attentive to every detail.

[Is there another meaning to Ming Zai’s words? Mommy’s expression seems quite intriguing, is there something fishy?]

[Could it be that someone is afraid his wife isn’t eating well, so he blatantly sends a love lunch through the program group?]

[No need to guess, the wife unconsciously touches the ring, it must be.]

[Who said the wife is the biological one earlier? Absolutely insightful]

Everyone chatted while eating, and Bo Yiming talked about his little dad learning to cook at home: “My little dad thought we’d have to cook again for this show, so he specially learned.”

Zhou Xu laughed and asked: “Is Ming Zai’s dad planning to compete with me for the title of chef god?”

Wen Cishu snapped back to reality, raising his face: “Mainly because I can’t let you guys cook every time, I have to help out too.”

Zhu Wei, serving her daughter, said to him: “No need to learn temporarily, cooking is quite difficult.”

Wen Cishu nodded, feeling increasingly guilty.

—There’s no way he could learn it.

[mommy, are you really that serious? Actually learning to cook at home, shocking]

[When the beautiful man isn’t talking, he looks like a cold academic overachiever! Don’t be fooled by the top-tier looks! Definitely a good student during school days]

Xiao Qi sat on his dad’s lap, his little hand occasionally reaching under his dad’s arm to pinch the little uncle’s sleeve next to him.

He joined the conversation, saying in a cute voice: “Ming Gege, dad practices singing at home, in the shower… um!”

Before he could finish, his little face was covered by a big hand.

Zhou Xu lowered his head: “Xiao Qi, you shouldn’t tell Ming Gege about this, right?”

Xiao Qi tried hard to pry his dad’s fingers, protesting with muffled sounds.

“Wow! Uncle Zhou, are you trying to go viral?!” 

Bo Yiming’s voice unexpectedly rose, as if injected with a burst of energy, excitedly saying.

“Uncle Zhou, can you sing for us later?”

Zhou Xu waved his hand: “Xiao Qi heard wrong, how could I practice singing in the shower, it’s not true.”

Wen Cishu tugged on Xiao Qi’s short, cute little fingers, smiling: “Xiao Qi’s little ears are new, how could he hear wrong?”

“Exactly~~”

Xiao Qi, getting support, happily wiggled his little feet, almost wanting to jump into the little uncle’s arms.

[Oh~ the beautiful man is siding with Ming Zai, so loving]

[Looks like Zhou Xu was really influenced by Ming Zai’s great guidance in the last episode.]

[Zhou Xu’s fans are ecstatic. Love Ming Zai! Mwah mwah mwah]

Everyone chatted and laughed, finishing a delicious lunch.

Zhou Xu, sharp-eyed, jokingly said: “Ming Zai’s dad has a much better appetite today, I see you tried every dish.”

Rongrong bravely chimed in: “Xiao Qi’s dad, I saw uncle tried every dish twice~”

She gestured with her little hand.

Zhu Wei was surprised: “Rongrong is observing so closely today? Well done.”

Rongrong joyfully leaned towards her mom.

The usually silent Xingxing also spoke: “Uncle ate more rice today than before.”

Wen Cishu’s raised eyes showed a puzzled question mark.

He couldn’t help but hold his forehead with a smile: “Why are you all so focused on uncle? Weren’t you all eating seriously? That’s not good.”

Chu Han backed her son: “They all ate very well, I can vouch for Xingxing.”

Zhu Wei joined in the teasing: “Our Rongrong ate very well too.”

Wen Cishu poked Little Monkey: “Yiming, aren’t you going to speak up for dad?”

“Oh—” Bo Yiming belatedly exclaimed, “I know why little dad ate more!”

Several people at the table asked in unison: “Why?”

Bo Yiming was about to speak when Wen Cishu already picked up a napkin, pressing it against his palm and covering his lips.

“Come, dad will wipe your mouth.”

“Eh?!” The guests were all curious, “What’s going on?”

Wen Cishu winked at his son.

Bo Yiming, quick-witted, raised his voice: “Finished eating? Rest a bit, we still have to open the shop later!”

[mommy, are you wiping his mouth? You’re blatantly covering it! Ugh!]

[Once again predicted Ming Zai’s prediction, a double success, hilarious]

[Ming Zai’s big dad, you have the guts to send food to your wife, why don’t you have the guts to show your face!]