Kung Fu Baby with 17 Doting Brothers-Chapter 707: Eighth Senior Brother: Grow Bigger, Grow Bigger

Chapter 707: Chapter 707: Eighth Senior Brother: Grow Bigger, Grow Bigger

Near this street, two children were begging. One looked under ten years old and had lost an arm, and the other was over ten with a slightly lame leg and blind in one eye.

Both were dressed in rags, kneeling on the ground, looking young and pitiable, with no adults nearby. Passersby more or less gave them some spare change.

The sound of coins clinking against the metal bowl echoed heavily in the hearts of the two youths.

They kept thanking the passersby, but there was no joy in their eyes, only apathy.

In a nearby alley, someone smoked a cigarette, greedily watching them.

The camera crew’s lens only swept past the scene, and only a few viewers noticed and sent comments. But on stage, the guests were performing, and most of the attention was on the main lens. The sparse comments quickly got buried.

Two hours later, the performance ended.

The kids didn’t care about their image at all, sitting on the ground squeezed together like a pile of dumplings.

"So tired!"

Many kids sighed.

However, despite the sighs, no one complained about the show or gave up performing.

In the previous two stops totaling four episodes, indeed, some young guests couldn’t hold on. But those guests were only temporary, performing once or twice for exposure or just for the experience, and could leave without issue.

A constant stream of new guests replenished the team, and the regulars were used to it; nobody complained.

Amidst the chorus of "So tired," Tuanzi shouted loudly, "So hungry, Director Uncle, let’s eat!"

Ning Jixiu, sitting next to his junior sister, was nearly sent off by this outcry.

He looked peculiar, "You ate so much before the performance, and you’re hungry again so fast?"

His gaze gradually moved to Tuanzi’s belly.

Tuanzi immediately hugged her slightly round belly.

"Miaomiao performed martial arts, so it digests quickly."

She argued reasonably, "We have two hours to eat and rest before performing at the next place in the afternoon!"

The show’s response was good, and the director, beaming daily, naturally wasn’t stingy with some boxed lunches. He even generously provided funds so that parents could take their kids around the nearby shopping street.

As for the meeting place, it was the bus rented by the crew.

Once in the food street, Tuanzi was like a mouse falling into a rice jar. She moved dexterously, weaving in and out of the crowd, and before long, Gu Wangchao lost track of her.

"Never mind, you watch over my junior brother, I’ll take her."

Duan Xiayou simply swapped children with Gu Wangchao.

Soon, he too disappeared into the crowd without a trace.

The young singer lowered his head, "What do you want to eat?"

Ning Jixiu crossed his arms, puffing up his cheeks, clearly unhappy about being left by his senior brother and sister, "Whatever!"

Gu Wangchao: "...Then I’ll choose?"

"Whatever!"

Gu Wangchao simply chose a noodle shop.

The noodle shop was clean and tidy, offering many options.

"What kind do you want to eat?"

"Whatever!"

Even with Gu Wangchao’s good temper, he found his sister’s personality far better than Ning Jixiu’s at this moment.

However, he just looked indifferent, inherently gentle, without speaking out.

Gu Wangchao ordered two bowls of noodles, ate unhurriedly, and when he looked up, he found Ning Jixiu had lost interest after eating half. Stopping, he asked, "Full?"

Ning Jixiu pouted, just about to complain that this noodle shop’s skill wasn’t half as good as Zhen Haowei’s, when his junior sister’s cousin sighed.

"Your appetite is not even a third of Miaomiao’s! No wonder..."

He didn’t finish his sentence, but his gaze fell on Ning Jixiu’s little head.

At that moment, the infamous Demon Sect Leader understood his unspoken words.

No wonder he’s so short!

"I’m not short at all!"

Ning Jixiu wished he could revert to his original body.

"Okay, okay, you’re not short. If you’re not eating..."

"Who said I’m not eating!"

Ning Jixiu dragged the bowl back, angrily finishing it.

After leaving the noodle shop, he burped.

The filming photographer couldn’t help but laugh, not to mention the audience.

There were quite a few viewers who liked Ning Jixiu, of course, they enjoyed teasing him more. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much opportunity.

The two, big and small, weren’t fond of strolling and quickly returned to the bus to prepare for a nap.

The filming photographer simply grabbed a boxed lunch and stayed off the bus.

The cameras on the bus were already off, making it easier for the guests to rest.

But in fact, the atmosphere inside the bus was somewhat awkward.

After boarding the bus, Ning Jixiu stayed puffed up, arms crossed, looking out the window.

Gu Wangchao sat across the aisle from him, occasionally glancing at him.