Chapter 13

Li Yun smiled. [That's right. Also, Grandpa's birthday is in a few days. I'd like to invite you and Little Daddy over for dinner. Big Daddy too, of course. If you could help Grandpa invite him.]

Bo Yiming went "Hmm..." for a few seconds. [Okay, I'll try.]

The little fellow was quick to smile and say, [Then happy birthday in advance, Grandpa. Am I the first?]

Li Yun's voice audibly lifted. [Of course you're the first.]

Bo Yiming still had to hurry and dig up potatoes, so he quickly said goodbye to Grandpa and hung up.

Someone among the show's viewers provided a brief translation in the bullet comments, and only then did everyone understand what the grandfather and grandson had said.

[Mingzai even took the initiative to wish him a happy birthday. With reflexes and emotional intelligence like that, this big sister admits defeat.]

[Why are the grandfather and grandson speaking French? So weird.]

[Is Grandpa overseas?]

[I'm getting more and more curious. What kind of family is this?]

[A whole night has passed, and nobody's dug up Mingzai's or wifey's background?]

[Lmao, we still don't even know Mingzai's surname!]

[Come to think of it, we don't know wifey's real name either.]

[Experts in the audience, keep digging! We're counting on you!]

Wen Cishu returned with water and handed it out to the children and Chu Han. "Everyone, have some water first. Take a break. There's no rush. We'll be done soon."

Bo Yiming didn't mention Grandpa's call, planning to talk about it once they got home.

He gulped down some water and sighed. "Little Daddy, good thing you don't have to dig potatoes."

Wen Cishu tenderly wiped his sweat. "You're exhausted, aren't you?"

"No." Bo Yiming shook his head. "If Little Daddy were digging, Big Daddy would definitely charge in and carry you away."

Wen Cishu's hand stopped wiping his son's sweat. "...?"

[Where's that scene? I want to see it, hehehe.]

[Production team, instead of giving the audience something they love, you specifically make four kids do farmwork for you? How shameless.]

[Production team: ...We didn't know! Nobody told us beforehand!]

[Great, this variety show missed out on an iconic moment today.]

Chapter 13

Thanks to the four little ones' valiant "struggle," they finally harvested all the potatoes and most of the carrots in the field.

When only the last few carrots remained, Bo Yiming excitedly said to the younger children, "How about we copy the little rabbits pulling up a carrot? Let's line up to pull one and take a picture, okay?"

"Wow!" Xiao Qi was the first to respond.

Rongrong nodded vigorously.

Xingxing said, "But we don't have a camera, and our moms and the others don't have phones either."

Bo Yiming raised his hand with a broad smile. "I do!"

He turned and called, "Little Daddy~ Come help~"

Wen Cishu was weighing the harvest with Chu Han. Hearing him, he walked over and took the watch after listening to his son's explanation.

Bo Yiming switched it to camera mode and made a point of saying, "Little Daddy, make sure I look handsome!"

Wen Cishu ruffled his hair. "Got it. Go on."

He helped arrange their positions.

"Xiao Qi in front, then Rongrong, then Xingxing. Yiming's the tallest, so he goes at the back."

Hearing the children's giggles and playful chatter, Chu Han couldn't help turning to look.

Little cutie Xiao Qi was in charge of gripping the lush green carrot leaves, while the three children behind him each grabbed the hem of the shirt in front.

Bo Yiming led the count. "One, two, three!"

All four little ones beamed brightly and shouted together, "Pull up the carrot!"

After the picture, the children crowded around Wen Cishu, begging him to remember to send it to their parents.

Looking at the adorable little ones, Wen Cishu naturally nodded and agreed.

He fastened the watch back onto his son's wrist.

[Wow, this is too lovely. I couldn't help grinning as I watched.]

[When the little ones remember this after going home, they'll be so happy. Auntie's getting a little emotional.]

[I'm hard-hearted. All I want to know is what brand that cool watch is! This 280-month-old child desperately needs one!]

[Me too. It can even take pictures? Is it one of those all-purpose James Bond 007 watches?]

After a busy morning, all four children were thirsty and tired.

Fortunately, Zhu Wei had prepared warm water. She wiped Rongrong's sweat. "More tiring than putting away your toys at home, isn't it?"

Rongrong nodded and drank half a cup of water from her mother's hand before lifting her sparkling eyes. "Cooking makes Mommy really tired too, right?"

Zhu Wei hugged her child, her gratification plain on her face.

Bo Yiming's shirt was too dirty, so Wen Cishu took him to change.

"Yiming, pick out a shirt. Daddy will go wring out a towel and wipe you down."

"Okay." Bo Yiming bent over and pulled a blue T-shirt from the suitcase.

Wen Cishu came over with a towel and had him turn around to wipe his back and arms.

The little monkey usually ate plenty, but he was shooting up in height, and his constant activity burned a lot of energy. His limbs were long and thin, with hardly any flesh on them.

Feeling Little Daddy's gentle, attentive movements, Bo Yiming turned to look at him.

His voice couldn't help turning syrupy. He had meant to call him Mommy, but remembering what Big Daddy had said, he changed it to a clingy "Little Daddy~"

"Hmm?" Wen Cishu stopped and asked softly, "Did Daddy hurt you?"

He had barely finished asking when the little monkey flung himself into his arms and hugged him.

He was slightly surprised, but warmth filled his heart. He raised his arms to hug him back and stroked his back.

Bo Yiming buried himself in Little Daddy's warm embrace, feeling his gentle love.

He shook his head and tilted his face up. "I just wanted to hug Little Daddy."

[This carefree little boy suddenly went all heartwarming on me. Who can handle that?]

[Wifey is so gentle, sweet-smelling, and soft. If it were me, I'd snuggle him eight hundred times a day.]

Wen Cishu gazed into his son's distinctive amber eyes, their shimmering light filled entirely with his reflection.

He couldn't help feeling deeply indebted to him and, moved, lowered his head to kiss the little one's forehead.

Just as he had last night when Wen Cishu first called him "Mingming, baby," the little one in his arms blushed again.

But the next second, Bo Yiming suddenly sprang up, making Wen Cishu jump.

Bo Yiming leaped onto the sofa and, looking down from above, protested loudly, "Little Daddy! I'm already nine! You can't kiss me anymore!"

Wen Cishu: What was this sporadic reversion to his ancestral state?

[At such an emotional moment, I was about to cry! And you pull this on me?]

[Look how you scared my beautiful wifey pale. (Not really.)]

[Do you even know how to be his son? If you don't, let me!]

When Wen Cishu and Bo Yiming returned to the dining room together, a little dumpling came tottering toward them, eagerly calling, "Little Uncle~~~"

Just as Wen Cishu was about to bend down and pick him up, Bo Yiming beat him to it and scooped up the little dumpling.

"Huh?" Xiao Qi froze, looking blank.

Bo Yiming said seriously, "Xiao Qi, don't throw yourself at my Little Daddy. You'll knock him over."

Wen Cishu "sternly" corrected his son. "He won't."

He ruffled Xiao Qi's hair. "Xiao Qi is very light, right?"

Xiao Qi squirmed, only to be carried farther away by his big brother Yiming.

All he could do was pitifully wave as hard as he could at Little Uncle.

Bo Yiming murmured, "Xiao Qi, you know what? I used to jump at Little Daddy like that when I was little, and I sent him flying."

Xiao Qi was shocked. "Huh?"

His big eyes widened into circles as he looked incredulously at his tall Little Uncle, who did seem even thinner than his dad.

Bo Yiming continued quietly, "But Little Daddy wasn't hurt. My Big Daddy caught him in time."

As he spoke, he suddenly grew excited and couldn't help hoisting Xiao Qi up. "You know what? My Big Daddy often suddenly appears out of nowhere to protect Little Daddy, just like a superhero in the movies."

"Wow." Xiao Qi pictured Ultraman descending from the sky to beat up monsters in a cartoon. He couldn't help exclaiming in his babyish voice, "So cool."

"Right? My Big Daddy is super cool," Bo Yiming agreed.

[Please, your Big Daddy has a peerless beauty like Little Daddy, and he dares not protect him? Is he waiting for someone to steal him away? (Lining up to steal wifey...)]

[Sorry, imagining little Mingzai sending wifey flying is kind of funny.]

[Wifey's chest must have hurt. Boo-hoo, let me blow on it~]

[↑ That's Big Daddy's inner monologue, right?]

[Hahahaha, a superhero who also acts cute? Talk about maximum contrast.]

Zhu Wei and Zhou Xu spent the midday hours busily preparing a sumptuous lunch.

As Rongrong ate, she grew a little downhearted and scooted closer to her mother.

Wen Cishu ladled her some soup. "What's wrong, Rongrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Rongrong pressed her lips together and shook her head. Looking at him, she said very quietly, "Uncle, I don't want the show to end."

Her words made all the children look at her.

Xingxing glanced at her, then lowered his head and shoveled rice into his mouth.

His cheeks puffed in and out as he chewed hard like a hamster, as though silently echoing Rongrong: I don't want to go home either.

Only then did Bo Yiming realize the show was actually ending. "Huh? This soon?"

Zhou Xu laughed. "Yiming, haven't you dug enough potatoes yet?"

Seeing the little monkey suddenly look somewhat panicked, Wen Cishu asked in puzzlement, "Yiming? What's wrong? Did you think of something?"

Bo Yiming asked in surprise, "Am I famous yet, Little Daddy? I still need to become wildly popular."

Wen Cishu thought his child really was persistent.

If he wanted to do anything else, Wen Cishu would support him wholeheartedly, but he insisted on charging into the entertainment industry.

He gently guided him. "Then ask the uncles and aunties whether working in entertainment is fun, and whether it's very hard."

Zhu Wei was surprised. "Oh, does Yiming want to enter the entertainment industry?"