Chapter 27

Seeing the bright red paper, Rongrong tugged at her uncle's hem. "Uncle, can you write the words that go on both sides, too? The kind people put up for Spring Festival."

Wen Cishu bent down and asked, "Spring couplets?"

"Yes, yes~" Rongrong nodded vigorously, then turned to look for someone. "Yiming, shall we put up couplets to decorate the entrance?"

It was an excellent idea, so Bo Yiming naturally agreed. "Sure! Little Dad, you write them!"

And so, surrounded by the children, Wen Cishu cut the red paper for the couplets.

Holding the calligraphy brush, he considered for a moment.

Even Zhu Wei came over curiously, only to find that he had already written two lines of poetry in one fluid sweep of his brush.

She read along. "I had just sat quietly to dispel the heat; tea arrived to clear my heart."

Wen Cishu smiled and set down the brush. "They're lines from 'Inscribed on a Fan in Reply to Monk Xian's Gift of Tea,' by the Ming dynasty poet Shao Bao."

Zhu Wei marveled, "Yiming's dad, your calligraphy is incredible."

"Auntie, what kind of writing is this?" Xiao Qi asked curiously.

"Regular script, standard regular script." Zhu Wei turned and studied it seriously. "This must take ten years of practice starting in childhood."

Wen Cishu said, "I practiced more when I was little. I've gotten lazy about it now."

He picked them up and handed them to the little monkey to put up. "Be careful. Don't fall."

"Okay~" Bo Yiming scampered off, with three lively little ones trailing behind him.

[I'm becoming less and less worthy of my wife... sob.]

[What an elegant, handsome, gorgeous ancient scholar! And he even has beautiful handwriting!]

[Whenever I remember Mingzai's big dad is half foreign, I wonder if his wife has him utterly bewitched.]

[Very likely. I was born and raised here, and even I'm practically bewitched to death, okay? Bewitching a foreigner would be a piece of cake.]

The little ones had just finished putting up the couplets when several middle-aged women in red tour-group caps came over to look.

One of them asked, "Children, what is this place? Can we have tea here?"

Bo Yiming realized these might be their first customers and hurried forward to invite them inside for tea.

One auntie took a look at him. Although he was wearing ancient-style clothing, he clearly looked a little foreign.

"Why do you look so odd, child?"

Xiao Qi tugged at the auntie's trouser leg. "Auntie~ Come have tea~"

Rongrong also gazed up at her eagerly.

Xingxing silently pushed the entrance door wider.

Bo Yiming said enthusiastically, "Auntie, you really can have tea here. Don't be scared. Come on~"

[What the heck? Saying that just makes it scary.]

[Wow, there really are tourists who don't recognize them. This feels fun.]

Just then, Wen Cishu heard the commotion and hurried outside. He was about to greet the guests with a smile when an auntie exclaimed, "Oh!" and quickly beckoned the others over to look.

"Are they filming?"

"No idea. This young man is so good-looking."

The aunties began chattering all at once.

"Young man, can we have tea here? Eighteen per person?"

Wen Cishu nodded and gestured for them to enter. "That's right. You can sit down and rest."

Noticing a camera hanging around one auntie's neck, he smiled and said, "You can look around without having tea, too. It's free. Please come inside."

The children bounced along, ushering the aunties inside. "That's right~ You can look around!"

The aunties were clearly experienced with certain situations. "We'll look around first. We might not have tea."

Bo Yiming said warmly, "That's fine. Have a seat here, Auntie."

Zhu Wei winked at Wen Cishu and stepped forward with a smile to welcome them.

Once the aunties sat down and found the interior clean and bright, just like a scene from a historical drama, they couldn't help raising their phones and cameras to take pictures.

Then they smiled and asked Wen Cishu, "Handsome young man, can we take a picture with you?"

Wen Cishu was just about to nod when Bo Yiming hurriedly stepped in front of Little Dad. "Aunties, you haven't had any tea yet."

"All right, all right. Eighteen a cup, right?" One auntie began taking out her money. "Make us four cups."

Bo Yiming was overjoyed. He excitedly grabbed Little Dad's hand and shook it wildly.

Wen Cishu ruffled his hair, then took pictures with the enthusiastic aunties one by one.

[Is that eighteen for the tea or for my wife?! Mingzai, do you even understand what business you're running?!]

[Mingzai: when I get ruthless, I'll even sell Little Dad.]

[Today's lesson: once your looks reach a sufficiently heaven-defying level, you really can cash them in!]

After the pictures, the aunties gathered around Wen Cishu and asked, "Young man, are you married? Auntie knows lots of very pretty girls."

"Are you an actor? Or do you really run this shop?"

One auntie even pulled Zhu Wei aside. "Pretty girl, let me ask you, what's your relationship?"

Wen Cishu and Zhu Wei were both overwhelmed.

Zhu Wei brought the quaint, exquisite blue-and-white porcelain teacups to the table. "We're siblings. Siblings!"

Wen Cishu pointed at Bo Yiming, who was attracting customers at the entrance. "That's my son. He's nine."

"What?" The auntie was utterly stunned. "Y-you're married?"

Wen Cishu said, "Yes. I'll go record the sales. Enjoy your tea, ladies."

With that, he beat a hasty retreat to the counter and opened the account book.

Chu Han and Zhou Xu stood to one side, their shoulders shaking with laughter.

The aunties drank tea around the square table, while Zhu Wei and Chu Han topped up their cups from time to time.

They had earned those few dozen yuan quite easily. The tea leaves and water cost them nothing, anyway.

One auntie stared at Chu Han for a long time before asking, "Pretty lady, have I seen you somewhere before?"

[Here it comes! She's a best actress winner!]

[I knew it. I can understand not recognizing the great beauty, but the other three are easy to recognize.]

Chu Han reacted quickly. "Oh~ Do you think I look like an actress?"

"Yes, I think I've seen you on the movie channel."

Chu Han picked up the ceramic teapot to refill her cup, perfectly at ease. "Several customers have told me that."

"Oh, so you just look like her." The auntie nodded, accepting this explanation. "Then why did you come here to work as a waitress? She's making movies and winning awards. She's very accomplished."

Chu Han nodded. "Yes, my acting isn't good."

Zhu Wei almost burst out laughing and quickly picked up the teapot and ran off to fetch more water.

At the entrance.

Tourists came in a steady stream, and the little ones enthusiastically sought out customers, inviting them inside for tea.

Some hesitated because the children were so young, while others came in for a look because they were cute. Once inside, with adults there to welcome them, they naturally took a seat.

Before long, the previously quiet teahouse was almost bustling with voices.

Afraid of being recognized, Chu Han took the opportunity to hide in the back and prepare hot water and tea leaves.

Zhu Wei and Zhou Xu went back and forth pouring tea and refilling cups, keeping themselves thoroughly busy.

After one wave of customers left, Bo Yiming brought a large handful of money to Little Dad at the counter.

He excitedly flung himself into Little Dad's arms and hugged his waist. "Mommy~~ We made money!"

As soon as he said it, he felt something was wrong. He silently tilted his head up to glance at Little Dad, then lowered it, looking pitiful and aggrieved.

[Aaaaaah, Mommy?! Oh my god, am I hearing things?!]

[Is this how he acts spoiled in private?! Mingzai, aren't you a little too blessed?! I'm so jealous I want to beat him up.]

[Wait, do you need a daughter, Mommy? I really need a gentle, beautiful mommy!]

[Why does Mingzai look guilty? His little expression is exactly like the great beauty's earlier.]

[The only person I can think of who could make the little guy this nervous is Mingzai's big dad.]

Wen Cishu smiled and pinched his cheek. "You're especially happy today, aren't you?"

"Mm~"

In his excitement, Bo Yiming tried with all his might to pick Little Dad up.

Startled, Wen Cishu hurriedly braced himself against the counter.

Zhu Wei came over with the kettle to top up Wen Cishu's water and reminded him with a smile, "Yiming, don't drop your little dad."

"Hehe~"

Like Xiao Qi, Bo Yiming buried his face in Little Dad's arms.

Every time he encountered something fun, Little Dad was right beside him, and he could hug Little Dad whenever he wanted. It was simply bliss.

In an executive suite at a hotel not far from the historical costume street's teahouse.

Albert knocked and entered. Uncle Xu had opened the door.

Uncle Xu happened to be leaving.

In the living room, Little Ones Are Supermen was playing on a projection screen that rose from the floor.

On the sofa opposite the screen, Bo Tingyuan was reading company documents, occasionally raising his eyes to glance at the video.

Hearing Albert's footsteps, he picked up the remote and lowered the show's volume.

Albert had come from the office and placed a stack of documents on the coffee table.

Bo Tingyuan raised a hand and moved a book from the coffee table onto the sofa beside him.

Albert glanced at it. It was a collection of Rene Char's poetry, with a small green jade page turner decorated with a ruyi pattern resting on its cover.

He frowned and wondered whether President Bo had recently started reading poetry.

Then his gaze shifted toward the large projection screen.

Wen Cishu was pinching Bo Yiming's cheek, his heart and eyes filled with tenderness and love.

Albert glanced at the stern, impassive face on the sofa. Could President Bo be studying poetry to recite to Mr. Wen? Well, this...

Chapter 27

As the second episode of Little Ones Are Supermen streamed live, more and more netizens learned that today's filming was taking place at a film studio complex.

In the show's and the guests' super topics, quite a few viewers and fans were eager to go.

[Terrible news: the film studio complex requires reservations at least three days in advance.]

[No wonder they're all middle-aged and elderly people brought in by tour guides and left to explore on their own. Turns out ordinary people can't even get in.]

With Wen Cishu's historical costume appearance, the hashtag #NobleYoungMasterInHistoricalCostume# also shot onto the trending searches within just two hours.

Netizens who didn't know the truth mistakenly thought he was the male lead of some platform's newly launched S+ project.