"Big and red...big and red..."

"Peach... peach... peach..."

Like endless ocean waves, like thunder that shakes the soul.

Chaochao looked around in disbelief at the two rather unremarkable little noses, having never before associated them with her beloved Taotao.

Although they both belong to the Peach family...

Wait, there are still so many flowers on the tree, does that mean it will grow even more delicious peaches in the future!

One gaze immediately became overly pleased, even bordering on fiery.

She couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

"Chirp—!"

The messenger of justice, Grey, flapped his wings and stood in front of Green Peach, mercilessly swatting away Chaochao's wicked fingers with one wing.

Protecting the peaches from thieves is of utmost urgency!

Chaochao, whose forehead was precisely pierced by the boomerang: "..."

Where, where are the bad guys! Who?!

It's definitely not her!

The little dumpling, lacking confidence, put its right hand behind its back, chewed on the straw, and stammered, "I just wanted to check if it's healthy..."

If Jiang Chi still hasn't figured out the purpose of the article "A Twenty-Three-Year Tree Planter's Heartfelt Talk on Peach Tree Cultivation" that Huo Qin forwarded to him last night, he should probably make an appointment with a neurologist.

He recalled the contents of the article and then gave a normal explanation: "It is said that it is best to pick off the first batch of peaches that grow on a peach tree so that the tree can have enough nutrients to grow and produce more and better quality peaches the following year."

Chaochao stopped gulping down milk.

She frowned slightly, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with a hint of expectation, and cautiously asked, "Can I eat it secretly without him seeing?"

Jiang Chi: "...?"

Have you forgotten that they are your beloved Little Peach and Little Second Peach?

The young man in front of her didn't say yes or no, he just crossed his arms and gave a soft hum, which really piqued Chaochao's interest.

Jiang Chi bent down and picked up Chaochao, who was tucked under her belly. She clutched the milk carton, her eyes fixed on the water bottle and shovel on the ground with a look of utter bewilderment, and kicked her little feet, saying, "I haven't even watered Xiaotao yet—"

"I'll come down and help you water it later."

As Jiang Chi was about to step into the villa along the porch, Chaochao looked over the young man's broad shoulders and stared in confusion at the fleeting pale yellow flowers in the distant pond.

...Isn't this the flower I met at the amusement park yesterday?

They've chased us all the way here?!

Before Chaochao could even figure out one problem, another one followed immediately, not to mention that reality didn't give her little brain any time to process them. Because in less than half an hour, Jiang Chi had already packed her up and taken her away to the recording location of the final episode of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star".

By the time the little dumpling had just regained its senses, the person was already on their way on a long trip.

They first flew to Y Province in China, where the five adults and five children successfully met at the airport. Then they split into two groups and boarded helicopters to transfer to their final destination.

The children, who were affectionately exchanging sweet nothings and expressing their longing for each other just a second before boarding the helicopter, instantly fell silent once they sat in the cabin, each clinging tightly to their adults and afraid to speak.

Sitting next to Jiang Chi were Teng Yi and his son.

After fastening his seatbelt, Teng Yi surveyed the well-equipped facilities in the cabin and the expensive, custom-made all-leather interior. Despite his suppressed excitement, his heart skipped a beat.

"Our show is really getting better..."

Teng Yi touched the supple and comfortable seat and murmured to himself.

The TV King already had an idea in mind, but he didn't ask anything in front of the camera. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly felt a throbbing in his temples and reached out to grab the fidgeting Leo.

Leo, who was riding in a helicopter for the first time, was both scared and excited. He kept looking out the window, opening and closing his eyes repeatedly, looking nervous as if he wanted to look but dared not. But he couldn't stop talking: "Dad, can this helicopter fire cannons?"

Teng Yi couldn't help but feel a headache coming on as he advised, "Little ancestor, don't move, you're making me dizzy."

Actually, I'm more afraid that this kid will shake me so much I'll throw up.

Beside the excited Leo, the younger Chaochao had a more peculiar demeanor—like an old monk in meditation, he gripped the child seat belt with both hands, his eyelids half-closed, as if he was about to fall asleep at any moment.

At an altitude of 2800 meters.

Inside the roaring, vibrating helicopter.

The cameraman sitting opposite me dutifully filmed this rather disjointed scene, which was then used as part of the final cut.

However, after hesitating for a moment, the cameraman reached out and patted Jiang Dingliu on the shoulder. Seeing the young man raise an eyebrow indifferently, he unconsciously swallowed, pointed at Chaochao who had peacefully closed her eyes at some point, and asked somewhat helplessly, "...Did she faint?"

Should we fly directly to the hospital for emergency treatment?

"..." A look of confusion flashed across Jiang Chi's peach blossom eyes. He looked in the direction the other person was pointing and saw the little dumpling tilting its head toward him while shaking it. Only then did he realize that the cameraman was talking about Chaochao. After a few seconds of silence, he calmly reassured his older brother, "...It's okay, she...is just sleepy."

After saying that, even Jiang Chi himself found it a little funny. He reached out and straightened the little dumpling's head, gently pinching her chubby cheeks with his long fingers and swaying her slightly from side to side.

"Chao Chao, don't sleep too soundly."

Jiang Chi bent down slightly, his thin lips close to the little dumpling's noise-canceling headphones, and raised the volume a little to remind her.

As he finished speaking for the second time, the little dumpling in front of him, who had been dozing off with his eyes half-closed, suddenly woke up, his round face, which had barely managed to straighten, looking dazed and serious.

call--

In my dream, I actually heard my brother saying he was going to roast her into crispy pork belly and roll her into a pancake to eat.

It's so real it's unbelievable!

Thankfully, I woke up from the dream; I just said it was fake.

My brother wouldn't be willing to part with it.

The moment the little dumpling woke up, Jiang Chi quickly withdrew his fingers, his fingertips resting on his leg as if he were feeling guilty, and gently rubbed them together.

...Such a big reaction?

Wait, why is he acting so suspiciously?

The cold-faced top star, with his sharply defined features, glanced at the camera with utter indifference.

The cameraman behind the machine remained as quiet as a chicken: "..."

The camera quickly turned around as if fleeing a disaster, and then turned back to the little dumpling next to it taking a deep breath.

Chaochao let out a long breath, her gaze drifting unintentionally to the windowpane. Her exhale instantly transformed into a soft, exclamation of surprise: "Wow—!"

Leo vaguely heard Chaochao's voice through his headphones and immediately turned his head without hesitation: "Wow—"

The lush, almost black green stretched endlessly beneath their feet, with towering, ancient trees rising and falling like deep-sea waves, slumbering and dormant, as if luring the ignorant step by step into an abyss of despair.

They are about to arrive at the final stop of the third season of "Liang Beibei"—

Nanqiu Ridge is the largest primeval forest in Southwest China.

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