Entertainment: God-level nanny

Seven-day transit hotel, room 106.

In a room of only 20 square meters, He Miao sat on the bed, pouting with a small mouth that could fit a small oil pot.

"He Miao, if you pout your little mouth again, it will reach the sky."

Su Yiming took out personal toiletries and said, "Quick, wash your hands and face first. Dad will take you down there for a while."

The Seven Days Transit Hotel is located inside Shanghai Hongqiao Airport, which means that you must check in in advance and pass the security check before you can come in.

Moreover, the interior design of the entire Hongqiao Airport is also very user-friendly. In addition to various big-brand clothing, luggage, and cosmetics stores, there are also libraries, coffee shops, hot pot restaurants, and local restaurants...

You can also rest down there, such as lounge chairs, sofas, massage chairs...

Even the floor is clean and smooth, so you can lie down and sleep wherever you want without being chased away by security or police.

Su Yiming also wanted to take Hemiao to experience the 'nightlife' inside Hongqiao Airport.

"I'm not going."

He Miao turned her little head to the side, her white and tender cheeks bulging.

The little girl has never stayed in a hotel like this, so it's normal to have a tantrum.

"Okay, if you don't go, then I have to go by myself."

Looking at He Miao's angry expression, Su Yiming rolled his eyes and pretended to sigh:

"Hey, it seems that the hot pot, chicken legs, and starch sausages below can only be enjoyed by myself, and I don't know if I can eat them.

After eating for a while, you can also go to the cafe to drink coffee, go to the library to read a book, go to the small concert hall to listen to music, etc. It’s beautiful just thinking about it! "

Hot pot, chicken legs, listening to music?

Listening to his father's words, He Miao's big eyes became brighter and brighter, and in the end he couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food and fun.

Any anger and reserve were all thrown aside at this moment.

Is it important to be angry in front of good food and fun?

It's not important at all, okay?

"Dad, I'm going to wash up now."

He Miao jumped off the bed, grabbed the toiletries on the small table and rushed towards the bathroom.

"I can't cure you anymore?"

Looking at the hurried He Miao, Su Yiming couldn't help but laugh.

While the little girl was washing up, he took out his mobile phone and browsed Weibo while charging.

As soon as I opened the Weibo app, a series of private messages and Aite messages popped up.

Su Yiming did not do anything as usual, and glanced directly at the hot search list:

top1: Penguin Video Year of the Dragon Online Lantern Festival Party;

top2: Su Yiming's new song "Chi Ling", life is like a play, and play is like life;

top3: Su He brought "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" to the Penguin Chinese website and dominated the list...

As for the hot searches below, there are actually several related to Su Yiming.

In the top ten of the entire hot search list, except for the first and tenth items, the remaining 8 items are occupied by him.

Various related comments were like a rainstorm, raining down on the entire Weibo comment area.

No wonder there are so many Weibo private messages and Aite.

With this level of popularity, I'm afraid that in the decades before Kechu Long Xia, there wouldn't have been anyone so popular!

And what Su Yiming is more concerned about is the information related to "The Condor Shooting".

It is now 7 o'clock in the evening. In other words, only 10 hours have passed since 9 o'clock in the morning?

In such a short period of time, relevant information has entered the hot search, which is really unbelievable!

"Dad, I'm done cleaning up."

While Su Yiming was still checking related comments, He Miao's voice sounded next to him.

The little girl had already come out of the bathroom, and there were even crystal drops of water hanging on her face.

"Can't you wipe your face properly?"

Su Yiming put away her phone, helplessly picked up a tissue from the side and wiped her face, and said: "Put on your hat and mask, let's go down."

Now, Su Yiming has learned the lesson that He Miao will reveal his identity.

Every time he goes out, besides himself, He Miao's disguise is also in place.

"Okay!"

He Miao nodded excitedly, grabbed the black fisherman hat and mask, and rushed to the door impatiently.

……

Although it was after 7 o'clock in the evening, there were still huge crowds of people picking up and dropping off at Hongqiao Airport.

In addition to the black-haired and yellow-skinned Longxia people, there are also many white-skinned and yellow-haired foreigners pushing suitcases back and forth.

It's just that compared to the security checkpoint and airport pick-up gate, there are fewer people inside.

Su Yiming, who was wearing sportswear, a fisherman's hat and sunglasses, borrowed a shopping cart from the hotel, put the seedlings in it, and started pushing the shopping cart around the airport.

Not to mention, big-name clothes, bags, libraries, restaurants... everything is available here.

He Miao sat in the shopping cart, staring with a pair of big watery eyes, looking at this and that, and screaming from time to time, instructing her father to help her buy this and that.

Now, the little girl still looks angry, hugging the snacks and eating them with such joy!

In less than half an hour, the entire shopping cart was filled.

What snacks, dolls, toys...

Of course, the space occupied by He Miao's small body cannot be counted.

"Dad, I'm a little hungry."

He Miao turned to look at her father, her little mouth still nibbling...boiled corn.

Su Yiming's mouth twitched and he said helplessly: "What do you want to eat?"

Along the way, He Miao's little mouth never stopped and kept eating.

Are you still hungry now?

"Hehe, dad, when we came here just now, I saw a hot pot restaurant."

He Miao recalled for a moment and said, "There were so many people inside. Their hot pot must be delicious."

Speaking of this, He Miao looked at her father with pleading eyes and said, "Let's just go and eat this, Dad? Okay?"

"Okay, little ancestor, I listen to you."

Su Yiming recalled that it seemed to be a Chaoshan beef hotpot.

Speaking of which, he has never eaten anything since he was so old.

So he quickly turned the shopping cart around and walked in the direction he came from.

After stopping and walking along the way, we finally arrived at the place after about 10 minutes.

"Excuse me, are there private rooms?"

As soon as he entered the door, Su Yiming asked the waiter.

"Yes, sir."

The waiter nodded and said: "If you two, come to 101. Please follow me here."

Su Yiming didn't speak, just pushed the cart forward.

The interior decoration of this Chaoshan hotpot restaurant is very unique. The overall structure adopts a color puzzle structure pattern. The pieces that are put together are all landmark buildings in Shanghai, which is very interesting.

"Sir, you can scan the QR code on your mobile phone to order, or you can place an order through the menu."

With that said, the waiter handed over a thin piece of menu paper.

"Thank you, I'll place the order directly on my phone."

Su Yiming nodded towards the waiter, scanned the code on his phone, and started ordering.

"Dad, I want to eat meat, I want to eat meat."

He Miao sat on the chair, clamoring for meat.

"Good good."

Su Yiming nodded repeatedly and ordered three plates of meat, as well as some vegetables and meatballs.

"Sir, you ordered hanging dragon, snowflake meat, tender meat..."

The waiter was confirming the menu with Su Yiming.

At this time, there was indeed a noise outside the private room:

"Hey, isn't that who it is?"

"It seems so. Has he come to Shanghai too?"

"Why not? There was him at the Penguin Video Lantern Festival Party that day..."

Bursts of noisy discussion came from the corridor.

You can also see a lot of diners rushing through the aisles.