"Mommy, are you really okay?" Hank Thompson still looked at Charlotte Thompson somewhat doubtfully.
Charlotte Thompson curled the corner of her lips, "Of course, I’m okay, When have I ever lied to you? Weren’t we going to watch a variety show? Let’s get going."
"Brother, why are you so slow? Where are Mommy and Daddy?"
Grace Thompson’s voice came from the doorway as she poked her little head into the study from around the edge of the door frame.
Hank Thompson took Charlotte Thompson’s hand, using his other hand to clasp Justin Battleson’s, leading them both outside.
Charlotte Thompson descended the stairs and joined the children on the sofa, where they were watching "The Birth of Beautiful Clothes" on television.
The second episode had been broadcast live online at first, but they had only aired the first half. The second half was shot back in the studio.
After all, for the best effects, domestic variety shows often have some pre-scripted parts, and live broadcasting might not yield such good results.
Just like the first episode, airing the second one also coincided with the shooting of the third episode.
The post-production editing of the show was excellent, and overall, the pacing was fast with plenty of humorous moments.
However, watching her own performance on this variety show, Charlotte Thompson had a somewhat indescribable feeling.
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Charlotte Thompson assumed it was probably work-related.
By the time the show had finished, it was late. Charlotte Thompson encouraged the children to go to sleep.
She had initially wanted to sort through some manuscripts, but Justin Battleson gave her no opportunity at all.
Excusing himself with "I haven’t seen you all day," he wouldn’t leave her alone.
In the end, Charlotte Thompson rested tiredly in Justin Battleson’s arms. He, on the other hand, appeared spirited.
Because shooting was scheduled for the morning the next day, Charlotte Thompson had to get up early.
Fortunately, the children didn’t have to go to kindergarten that day, allowing her to have Jordan Thompson stay at home to take care of the kids.
"Sis, I’m practically your nanny, and I don’t even get paid. Instead, I even have to shell out money for these kids to buy lego."
Jordan Thompson, rubbing his sleepy eyes, looked as if he hadn’t woken up yet. His voice was somewhat hoarse.
"You’ve worked hard, I’ll treat you to a big meal another day." Charlotte Thompson patted Jordan Thompson’s shoulder, then turned and left the house.
"Sigh, where else could you find such a good brother as me?"
Jordan Thompson casually tousled his hair, yawned, and prepared to go back to sleep.
Due to the onset of autumn, the morning was somewhat cold. Charlotte Thompson bundled her windbreaker closer around her.
She had left pretty early and hence waited for Coco at the cafe with a cup of coffee.
However, in the end, all she received was a call from Coco.
"I’m sorry, Sister Charlotte, my car broke down. I’ve already called the maintenance department, but they can’t come to pick you up."
It seemed as if Coco was standing on the sidewalk. The noise from the background could be heard as she spoke.
Charlotte Thompson hadn’t expected such a situation, but she didn’t mind too much.
"That’s alright, I’ll go to the studio myself first. You can hurry over when you can."
"I’m really sorry, Sister Charlotte."
There was a touch of apology in Coco’s voice. She had already been slightly late in picking Charlotte Thompson up, and she didn’t expect such a thing to happen.
"It’s a small matter, it’s fine." As Charlotte Thompson said this, she headed towards the door, leaving the cafe.