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Bo Yiming cleverly recalled what had happened yesterday and told the owner they were great at attracting customers.

How great?

He sat beside the counter by the entrance with Xiao Qi in his arms, lifted his little hand, and had him play a beckoning cat.

So round little Xiao Qi wore a sweet smile all over his face, raising his hand and waving it up and down nonstop.

The owner opened his mouth in surprise and was just about to say this wasn't a good idea when someone actually stepped inside to see what was going on.

So he shut his mouth and attended to the customer first.

[The owner's expression is hilarious hahaha. Mingzai's bright idea gave him a shock.]

[Xiao Qi is so good and cooperative. He understood everything big brother Yiming told him to do.]

Afterward, afraid the oldest boy would come up with another mischievous idea on his own, the owner assigned them to clean the second floor.

The entire second floor was also a place for drinking tea, but it hadn't been used for a long time, and the floor was covered in dust.

The owner supplied brooms, mops, cloths, and other things. "Clean it up, and I'll inspect it. Don't damage anything."

The three children answered loudly, "Okay!"

Although the owner's tone had been rather stern when assigning the task, he couldn't resist secretly stopping at the corner on his way downstairs to watch them for a while before shaking his head with a smile and heading down.

Bo Yiming divided up the work for the younger children.

He wrung out a towel at the sink and put Rongrong in charge of wiping the stools.

He and Xingxing started sweeping from opposite corners of the room.

The two little boys swept the floor clean very quickly and even mopped it afterward.

Rongrong looked at the floor, which hadn't dried yet. "Are we done?"

"Yep, let's go." Bo Yiming took Rongrong's hand. "I'll take you to wash your hands. Xingxing, you come too."

Xingxing quickly followed.

Bo Yiming washed the younger children's hands clean and pulled out tissues for them to dry off, then nodded with an air of seriousness. "Mm, very good~"

[Mingzai has real potential for looking after younger siblings. Wifey, how about having another?]

[Did you forget? Mommy isn't in good health. He definitely won't have another.]

[No second baby, please. Mingzai should get all the love from both his dads~]

The three children helped one another downstairs.

Rongrong was small and walked a little more slowly.

She was afraid of holding them up the whole way, but seeing the two older boys carefully supporting her on either side of the stairs touched her deeply.

She had always wanted an older brother, but the adults had told her an older brother wasn't something you could get afterward.

She hadn't expected to get to fulfill that little wish for a short while on the show.

Downstairs.

Xiao Qi sat beside the counter eating a tangerine, with more than half left. He waved at the older children. "Come have some. It's so sweet~"

Everyone gathered around, and Xiao Qi gave each of them a segment.

The cool, sweet, juicy tangerine brought a smile to every child's face.

The owner offered them a bag of tea. "Thanks for your hard work. Here's your tea. Take it back now. Be careful on the way."

Bo Yiming accepted the bag of tea with both hands, thrilled. "Thank you, Uncle!"

Each child bounced around as they thanked the owner, leaving him a little embarrassed.

But there wasn't much tea. Once they were outside, Xingxing asked, "Big brother, do we still need to go to a second tea shop?"

Bo Yiming quickly said, "Xingxing, do you know the way to the teahouse? How about you take this back, and I go somewhere else?"

Just then, Rongrong tugged at big brother Yiming's hem. "Big brother, look. There are foreigners."

The children looked back.

Outside the tea shop, three blond foreigners were speaking to the owner.

The owner waved his hands helplessly, indicating he couldn't understand.

The foreigners kept pointing inside the shop and showed no intention of leaving.

Bo Yiming noticed the owner's expression and thought for a moment. "Wait here."

He handed the tea to Xingxing and ran over. "Uncle, I'll ask them."

He looked at the three of them and asked in English what they needed.

Delighted, the foreigners told him why they'd come.

After an exchange, Bo Yiming told the owner, "Uncle, they want to buy tea. Some kind of Jin Jun..."

"Jin Jun Mei?"

The owner looked between the two sides in astonishment. "Really?"

Bo Yiming spoke to them again, then nodded after confirming. "They want one pound."

"One pound?"

The owner turned to look inside the shop and said quietly, "Help me tell them everything here is already packaged. I don't sell it by weight."

Bo Yiming relayed this, and the foreign tourists said that was fine.

The owner then brought out the shop's various packages of Jin Jun Mei and displayed them one by one.

Bo Yiming translated beside him, helping the sale go through very smoothly.

After paying by card, the tourists thanked Bo Yiming repeatedly. Seeing the distinctly European quality of his sculpted features, they asked curiously, [Are you mixed-race?]

Bo Yiming nodded.

He still had to return to the teahouse, so he didn't say much more. "Uncle, I'll get going now."

"Wait!"

The owner caught his slender arm and took another bag of tea from the cabinet. "This is for you. Thank you, young man."

[Oh? An unexpected extra bag of tea!!]

[Oh my god, after all that chatter just now, I really believe this kid has a talent for languages. I couldn't keep up at all.]

[He was still acting cute with his little dad this morning, but as soon as he goes out on his own, he's a shining little grown-up.]

[Mingzai: acting cute with mommy is every little kid's privilege~]

The four little children rushed back to the teahouse with two bags of tea.

Wen Cishu had already written two sets of couplets and calligraphy for one folding fan. All he needed now was a stall offering "letter-writing services."

At the entrance, Zhou Xu picked Xiao Qi up and lifted him high. "You were gone so long. Everything okay?"

Xiao Qi raised his little hand and waved at his dad, imitating a beckoning cat.

"Huh?" Zhou Xu was utterly baffled.

Xiao Qi muttered, "Hmph~ Silly Daddy!"

Xingxing and Rongrong sat down to drink warm water and told the parents what had happened at the tea shop.

After listening, Wen Cishu looked at the little monkey quietly drinking water. He actually hadn't come over to "claim credit"?

Why was he acting so out of character?

He opened his arms and hugged him. "Yiming, you did so well. Come here, let little dad give you a hug."

Bo Yiming shyly let his little dad hold him, finally unable to resist letting out a little "hehe" in his arms.

[Aww, Mingzai, now you're being tsundere? So cute I could die.]

[I want to cheer for Mingzai! Production team, please open a separate voting channel for me, thank you.]

[One vote from you, one vote from me, and Mingzai will debut tomorrow!]

[I'm saying it again: mommy is wonderful! When will my parents replace fault-finding with praise?]

[I guess that's what they call other people's parents [sobbing.jpg].]

With the tea brought back, the teahouse officially opened for business.

Zhu Wei and Chu Han worked it out: the two little bags of tea were just enough to brew at least twenty cups, so they began preparing.

As tourists trickled in, Bo Yiming checked the time and only then noticed a message from his big dad.

Oh no!

Bo Yiming jogged over to his little dad, glanced toward the camera, and tugged at his clothes. "Little dad, come here. I have something to tell you."

"Hm? What is it?" Wen Cishu was puzzled, but accommodated him and let himself be pulled into a corner.

[What are you saying? Why deliberately avoid the camera?]

[Mingzai, you sneaky little guy. What can't we know about?]

In the corner.

After making sure the camera couldn't catch them, Bo Yiming hurriedly said, "Little dad, big dad just messaged me and told me to ask you off camera whether you're feeling unwell anywhere."

"No... oh."

Wen Cishu realized and touched the back of his neck. "The back of my neck is really itchy. Take a look for me."

[Mingzai, your big dad only told you to avoid the camera, not turn off the microphone? Hahahaha.]

[Last time wifey kept drinking water, didn't big dad also direct Mingzai to stop him? Why avoid the camera this time?]

[Maybe it's a sensitive spot, and he doesn't want it on camera?]

[That's a novel angle! I agree!]

Bo Yiming tried hard to stand on tiptoe.

Wen Cishu swept his long hair over one shoulder. "Can you see?"

On the back of his neck, a patch of blurred-edged redness marked his otherwise porcelain-white skin.

"It's all red?" Concern colored Bo Yiming's voice as he carefully touched it with a fingertip. "How did this happen? Does it hurt, little dad?"

Hearing his nervousness, Wen Cishu quickly said, "It might be an allergic reaction to the material of the clothing label. But it's okay. It isn't especially uncomfortable. Tell big dad not to worry."

Only after he finished did he notice the white microphone on the little monkey's collar.

What was the point of avoiding the camera?!

Last episode, he'd remembered to tell the little guy not to speak, but today he'd actually let his guard down and forgotten!

Noticing his little dad's strange expression, Bo Yiming hesitated. "Little dad, what's wrong? Did you suddenly start feeling bad?"

Wen Cishu silently pointed at his microphone and then Bo Yiming's.

Bo Yiming: (ΩДΩ)

[Mommy's having an allergic reaction? Is it serious?]

[Our gorgeous beauty's skin is so thin and delicate. It must be all red. I want to blow on it for him~]

[Production team, how about letting Mingzai's big dad bring over some ointment? And appear on camera while he's at it? We'll pretend we didn't see him.]

While the viewers were teasing, father and son returned to the camera's view.

Although they realized the viewers had heard them, they still pretended nothing had happened and continued working.

Ten minutes later.

The show's PD appeared in a flash, handed Bo Yiming a tube of ointment, and winked at him.

Bo Yiming smiled. "Thank you!"

"It wasn't me!" The PD had thought he would get that meaningful look.

"I know. It must be my big dad." Bo Yiming went back and took his little dad to apply the ointment.