Chapter 14

Bo Yiming was completely dumbfounded after hearing that, staring straight at the auntie opposite him.

"Haven't I shown it?"

Zhu Wei covered her mouth and laughed, finding it hard to admit that she really hadn't noticed.

Chu Han asked, "Yiming, do you want to act or sing?"

The moment Wen Cishu heard this, he leisurely picked up a tissue and pressed it against his palm.

"I can sing-" Bo Yiming was about to show off his voice when a delicate hand covered his lips. "Mmph..."

[Hahaha, this scene is seriously going to kill me.]

[Nobody knows a son better than his father! Incredible.]

[Wifey even tilted his head just now. His expression was exactly like those masters in dramas who predict their opponent's moves and strike instantly. So cool.]

[Wifey, please go act already. (As for Mingzai, wouldn't being a superstar dad's son be pretty sweet?]

Zhou Xu said with a smile, "Good. Only someone your age has that kind of drive. When you get to my age, you stop thinking about becoming a huge star."

Xiao Qi asked in confusion, "Daddy, what's a huge star?"

Zhou Xu fed his little one a bite of food and explained, "If you turn on the TV and see Daddy on every channel, that means Daddy's become a huge star."

Xingxing asked, "Would we have to see Uncle on the animal channel too?"

"Pfft..." Bo Yiming burst out laughing.

Zhou Xu laughed despite himself. "Xingxing, you little rascal, you're always quietly saving up a killer move, aren't you? What would I do on the animal channel? Sing to lions and tigers?"

Holding back her laughter, Chu Han explained to her son, "For Mommy, it would probably mean having lots of movies come out every year, with lots of people watching and liking them."

"Oh." Xingxing lowered his head and said glumly, "Then becoming a huge star is really hard."

He looked at Bo Yiming beside him. "Do you really want to become a huge star?"

"Yeah!" Bo Yiming nodded. "I can definitely do it!"

He bumped Xingxing with his shoulder. "Then you'll be able to see me on every TV channel. Are you excited?"

Xingxing imagined that scene. It seemed pretty nice. He nodded. "Yeah. Then I'll watch."

Wen Cishu pressed a hand to his forehead. What was going on?

He seemed even more determined now?!

[Why does wifey look like that? Doesn't he want a hugely popular son?]

[If they hire private tutors at home, maybe they're hoping for a top scorer.]

[Wifey probably wanted everyone to talk him out of it, but instead... hahaha, I'm dying.]

After the meal, everyone began restoring the kitchen together, as their task on the show required.

During the meal, Bo Yiming had unexpectedly learned that Uncle Zhou Xu had started out as an idol. He chased him around the entire time, asking how to become a qualified idol, and even took out his watch to use as a recorder so he could record Zhou Xu's words.

Zhou Xu held Xiao Qi as he dodged him. "Yiming's dad, hold your son back!"

Wen Cishu was tidying the dishes and cutlery. "Do I look like I can hold him back?"

Bo Yiming and Zhou Xu stood on opposite sides of the kitchen island. Bo Yiming asked in confusion, "Uncle, why can't you teach me? I really want to learn."

Seeing that there was no escaping this, Zhou Xu could only say, "Being an idol isn't that simple. There's a lot to it. All I can say is that lots of kids try every year, but only a handful end up successfully standing onstage and winning the audience's love. As for becoming a huge star, there might only be one every few years."

Bo Yiming declared shamelessly, "Exactly! That one is me!"

Chu Han turned off the tap with a laugh and smiled at Wen Cishu. "I never would have guessed your Yiming had such a clear goal."

Wen Cishu was very worried. He felt he needed to discuss this with Bo Tingyuan when they got home.

Listening to the little monkey behind him chatter away to Zhou Xu about his dreams, he couldn't help looking up at the camera.

-How about reconsidering that boarding school in France?

At worst, I could go with him and still look after him.

[Whoa, wifey, why did you suddenly look at me? You made my heart skip a beat.]

[Those phoenix eyes are so beautiful. I can't breathe.]

[Is the show ending? Does that mean every look is one fewer we'll get? Sob, kisses for wifey.]

After Zhou Xu said that he actually hadn't attended events in a long time and mostly stayed home looking after his child.

Bo Yiming stared at him in disbelief for a second, climbed onto a stool, and said loudly, "Uncle! You're not old yet! Why are you giving up on your career? Have you forgotten your dream? How can you so easily say you're going home to look after your child when you haven't fought for it?"

Zhou Xu looked up. "What are you up to, kid?"

Everyone else looked at him at the same time.

Wen Cishu didn't stop him, though. He wanted to hear what he was going to say.

Bo Yiming spoke with righteous conviction and impassioned fervor. "Uncle, you just said yourself that only a handful of people get to stand onstage and be seen! You're one of them! Why don't you work a little harder and become the most popular one?"

Zhou Xu's pupils shifted slightly. For a moment, he said nothing, only gazing steadily at this child under ten who was "talking so big."

[Holy shit, what kind of hot-blooded chuuni speech is this? I'm fired up!]

[Exactly! Zhou Xu, you bastard, get serious about your career already! Looking after your kid doesn't stop you at all.]

[He's making me want to start grinding practice papers right now. Mingzai, stop being so amazing.]

Chapter 14

Wen Cishu didn't know whether Bo Yiming's impassioned speech, delivered with the boundless audacity of youth, had stirred Zhou Xu's ambition.

But as a parent, he fell into a new train of thought.

After the guests did their best to restore the farm to its original state, the first episode of Little Ones Are Supermen drew to a close.

While packing their luggage back in their room, Wen Cishu watched his son suddenly produce a bag from somewhere and put it into a suitcase.

"Yiming, what's that?"

Bo Yiming looked downcast. "I took a few souvenirs to bring home."

Before Wen Cishu could reach for it, he saw several small, muddy potatoes inside the bag his son had opened.

The little one looked as forlorn as a puppy, and was unexpectedly adorable at that moment.

Bo Yiming asked nervously, "Little Dad, you're not going to make me put them back, are you?"

"Mm, taking them should be fine." Wen Cishu took the bag and tucked it into a gap in the suitcase. "If the production team asks, I'll talk to them for you."

"Okay!" Bo Yiming happily tilted his head and leaned against Little Dad's shoulder. His eyes flickered as a thought flashed through his mind.

[Mingzai, don't worry. The production team won't be that stingy!]

[I wondered what it was, and it turned out to be this... all right, only you would bring these back as souvenirs.]

[Hey, wifey, don't indulge your son in everything! He's practically climbing onto the table!]

[You're jealous! Hmph~]

Only when all three suitcases were filled with clothes and supplies and the father and son were about to leave did they feel that something was off.

They looked at each other, finally holding each other's gaze for several seconds.

Wen Cishu asked, "Yiming, have you forgotten anything?"

"No. Have you, Little Dad?"

Bo Yiming even turned to check the room. He had already thrown some toiletries into a trash bag, and he was holding that bag.

Nothing overlooked. Perfect.

"Then let's go."

Wen Cishu smiled in relaxation, pulled the door shut, and left the room with his son, wheeling their suitcases.

[Hey, hey, you're leaving that comfy four-piece bedding set behind?]

[How did they fill three suitcases just now?]

[Wifey very "carefully" separated the worn and unworn clothes into different suitcases, but then "carelessly" forgot to flatten them, so the suitcases ended up stuffed full.]

[He looks so brilliantly clever, but he's actually a scatterbrain in everyday life? Wifey, with life skills like yours, you really need me!]

[Should the production team remind them? Wifey and Mingzai really seem to have completely forgotten...]

[Suddenly I want to go snag a bargain. (Sneakily crawls under the covers scented with wifey's body.)]

[Huh? You know what, you really might be onto something... take me with you!]

The courtyard.

The guests had all packed their luggage and were ready to leave together.

Xiao Qi's little mouth drooped, and Rongrong's eyes were downcast too.

Only Xingxing wore the same expression he'd had when he arrived yesterday.

The adults' reassurances did no good. Rongrong sadly clutched the hem of her mother's clothes and wiped her reddened eyes.

Wen Cishu comforted her. "We'll play together again next week. Don't be sad, Rongrong."

Bo Yiming bent down, fished a potato wrapped in a napkin out of his jacket pocket, and pressed it into Rongrong's hand.

The little girl, who had still been sniffling, immediately widened her eyes.

Bo Yiming said matter-of-factly, "This is our souvenir. Just hold on to this, little sister."

Then he turned and took potatoes out of his other jacket pocket and his pants pocket, handing them to Xingxing and Xiao Qi in the same way.

"Xiao Qi's the youngest, so he gets the biggest potato."

"Xingxing, take this kitty head!" Bo Yiming held up the potato and waved it in front of him. "Super cute, right?! Just like Xingxing."

Xingxing: ==

He reached out and took the plump potato. It did look as though it had two eyes.

"It's obviously a puppy."

[No wonder Mingzai always says he's cute. It's true!!!!]

[What a wonderful big brother Yiming is. He's making this big sister's heart feel all warm.]

Wen Cishu fell silent. "Yiming, didn't you take a few too many?"

Bo Yiming chuckled and hopped over to Little Dad. "You said it, Little Dad. If the production team asks, you'll talk to them?!"

Wen Cishu: Very good. Very good!

With Bo Yiming there, so good at livening things up, even the atmosphere of their parting grew less heavy.

He bounced along even as he wheeled his suitcase. "We'll come play together again next week!"

Chu Han said, "I don't think we'll necessarily be coming here."

"Wow, that's great." Bo Yiming grew even happier. "Xingxing's mom, do you know where we're going to play, then?"