Xiao Fubao can only respond with a smile.

Continue to stare at the food in front of you with bright eyes.

Anyway, she has already made a foreign appearance in front of Brother Duole, and Brother Duole won't hate her because of it anyway, so what's the harm in making him laugh.

"Before we start dinner, let's play a little game, the name of this game is very simple: Who's the Eye."

"The winning family will get a chance to talk to their families, and we will miss our parents and grandparents for a week, so this is a good opportunity to talk to them, so please do a lot of good work."

Hearing the reward, several other children were obviously much more interested.

Only Xiao Fubao and Sang Wanzhou have not changed much.

Maybe in their hearts, there is no one who can make them miss anymore.

Even if there were, it was a place where a phone call could not be made.

"Our game is also very simple. In a few moments there will be a group of performers in the same costumes, and you will have to judge by their voices, movements, or demeanors that they are singing to see which of them is the real performer."

"Of course, that performer won't be so easy for you to guess, and it will definitely give you some interruptions, so let's have a toast first, and while we eat, we invite our performers to appear."

With the sound of gongs and drums, the waiters came out with wine and orange juice, filling the empty glasses in front of everyone.

Sang Wanzhou picked up the wine glass and shook it, and also helped Xiao Fubao take the cup full of orange juice and handed it over.

I didn't forget to whisper a reminder: "Be careful, don't get on your clothes."

Xiao Fubao obediently answered, stretched out his hands and carefully took the cup.

Seeing that several parents got up, Xiao Fubao also thought that she was going to stand up too, so she followed them and stood on the ground with the cup.

As a result, it was instantly much shorter than the table, revealing only a black head, and even people couldn't see it.

Seeing this, the director laughed twice and said, "It's good for the little babies to sit on the chairs."

[Hahahaha! The little baby is so cute! People aren't as tall as tables! 】

[Nonsense! Our little baby is obviously two centimeters taller than the table, okay! Isn't two centimeters tall? Hahahaha! 】

[Hahahaha! It's too much of a loss for you, it's okay, baby, drink more milk, and you'll grow taller sooner or later! 】

Sang Wanzhou reluctantly put down the wine glass in his hand, took the glass from her hand, and took her back to the chair with her back collar before taking the cup to her again.

"Okay, everyone's worked hard this week, cheers!"

"Cheers!"

Sang Wanzhou only took a sip and put down the wine glass and sat back in his seat.

Everyone finished their toasts.

The lights on the stage came on instantly, and four performers dressed in identical clothes walked out of the backstage together.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to the food at once.

The four people on the stage stood on the stage in the costume of Monkey King, and performed the same classic monkey show one by one.

Looking at the crowd, some of them clapped their hands, and some of them really made people laugh out loud.

It wasn't until the last performance was over that the director stood up and asked, "Okay, all four of our performers have finished performing, may I ask, which performer on stage is the real Monkey King?"