Chapter 3, Section 3: "Uncle, I'm not thick, I'm flat."...

Yan Xingli went to work, while Qi Youyu wandered around the film set, and even played at a claw machine arcade for a while.

Every time, I fail just when I think I have victory in my grasp. It's truly a sad state of affairs. Unscrupulous capitalists are toying with me, making this good-tempered child quite angry.

That night, when I got home, I manually played a claw machine with a 100% success rate.

"Ugh, the horoscope blogger said that Mercury is in retrograde for Leos and Pisces this month. I didn't believe it at first, but the month has only just begun and I've already lost my house keys twice. Last week, my company laid off some employees..."

"Don't even mention it, me too. This month has been so unlucky. I lost three clients in a row, it almost made me depressed."

At the entrance of the claw machine arcade, Qi Youyu listened intently to the conversations of passersby, absorbing information about her new environment.

The child's earnest expression was so adorable that a girl couldn't resist bending down and asking with a smile:

"Little friend, do you understand what I'm saying?"

Qi Youyu nodded generously, showing no embarrassment at being caught eavesdropping: "I understand, you're talking about zodiac signs."

The girl wanted to tease her: "So what's your zodiac sign?"

"I'm a triangular rice ball constellation~"

The child was already a die-hard fan of triangular rice balls, and the two girls chuckled.

"I can tell you really love triangular rice balls." Girl A looked her over in her onesie spacesuit. "Little sister, do you cosplay too?"

Qi Youyu waved her hand: "I'm not stingy, but my uncle is a bit stingy."

The two girls naturally turned their gaze to Xiaolin, who was standing to the side.

Xiaolin quickly denied it.

Qi Youyu: "Sister, can you help me choose some clothes?"

Choosing just two pieces from a dazzling array of beautiful clothes was a real challenge for this little scientist.

The children's clothing store was right next to the claw machine shop, and the two girls hesitated for two seconds before following them into the store.

When Qi Youyu came out of the store again, she looked like a young lady from a wealthy family, looking exquisite from head to toe, and even her hair was combed again.

Qi Youyu was very satisfied and took out two bracelets from the small silver bag she was carrying: "Sister, these are for you. They are bubble shields that I made myself. They can protect you."

The bracelet looks similar to the small trinkets sold in ordinary ten-dollar stores, with a crystal bead strung in the middle.

The two of them didn't think it was anything special, they just thought the name was interesting.

After accepting Yu Yu's gift, the two said their goodbyes happily. Seeing that it was almost time, Xiao Lin took the child back to the film set.

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Qi Youyu returned just as Yan Xingli was finishing up work.

"uncle."

Yan Xingli turned around at the sound, and from a distance a child adorned with jewels strode confidently toward him, stood before him, and proudly raised his head.

"You don't want me to?"

Yan Xingli held Qi Youyu's head and said, "Be careful, or your crown will fall off."

This thing costs at least ten thousand yuan, I have to wear it to get my money's worth.

"Uncle, am I pretty?"

"Mmm, it looks good." Yan Xingli replied perfunctorily, then looked at Xiao Lin, who was carrying large and small bags, and said, "Let's put the things in the car first."

After buying clothes and shoes for the child, Yan Xingli calculated the expenses and deeply realized how difficult it was to raise such a money-devouring beast.

That's what he thought, but it didn't stop him from placing orders on Taobao, including everything from child chairs and climbing frames to children's tableware.

Qi Youyu, looking forward to the seafood feast, sat on the small sofa in the RV, eagerly anticipating her meal.

After finishing her work, Yan Xingli picked up a mirror and looked at herself. Tsk, even her dark circles were a plus in the face of her top-notch beauty.

Qi Youyu rested her chin on her hand, gazing longingly at the vain back of the big star:

"Uncle, hurry up and stop liking yourself."

"..."

Xiao Lin suppressed a laugh.

Yan Xingli put down the mirror, gritted his teeth, and turned around: "Alright, stop rushing me."

There was a magazine shoot in the afternoon, so he couldn't eat or drink too much. Yan Xingli took Qi Youyu out for a seafood feast, but he barely touched his food and spent the whole time playing on his phone with his head down.

"Wow."

"This shrimp is bigger than my uncle's head."

"I want to make a hat for my uncle using a crab shell."

Yan Xingli ignored her. Next month, the company had arranged for the little guests to be filmed on "My Little One". He was worried about who would take care of Qi Youyu.

The child ate with gusto, his mouth never stopping, while Xiao Lin happily stayed by his side, helping to peel the shells and watch over him.

In the afternoon, Qi Youyu stayed obediently at the filming location and didn't go anywhere else.

When Yan Xingli returned from a makeup touch-up and rest break, she saw a child sitting in a female staff member's lap, engrossed in watching a tablet on the table.

Not only that, but it also opened its mouth wide waiting to be fed, with snack wrappers all around the table, looking incredibly comfortable and relaxed.

"You certainly know how to enjoy yourself." Yan Xingli pinched Yu Yu's cheek and shook it. "You became the Empress Dowager?"

Upon seeing Yan Xingli arrive, the female staff member stood up, blushing.

The child looked up in confusion, then corrected him in a serious tone: "Uncle, I'm not thick, I'm flat."

"If you don't believe me, you can hug me."

Yan Xingli: "Dream on."

The tablet was playing a recently popular historical drama. Yan Xingli raised an eyebrow and asked, "Can you understand this?"

"don't know."

Yan Xingli picked up his water glass, took a sip, and chuckled, "If you don't understand, watch something you can. The kids here all watch cartoons."

Yu Yu: "No, cartoons are too childish."

"You wouldn't understand what the adults are reading anyway," Yan Xingli said, amused. "Aren't you bored?"

Yu Yu blinked her thick, curly eyelashes, giggled, jumped off the little stool, and hugged his arm: "Uncle, teach me how to do it."

The child's big, dark eyes were full of expectation. Yan Xingli wanted to refuse, but he swallowed the words back and sat down to the side with an air of authority.

"What does 'being greedy for money' mean?" Yu Yu asked.

"It means someone who can't take their eyes off money and is obsessed with it."

The child pondered for two seconds, then nodded solemnly, "Okay, Yu Yu understands."

"uncle."

Qi Youyu pointed her little finger at the tablet, where a heartbroken woman was scattering paper money on the screen. The child asked, "Why is this woman scattering potato chips?"

Yan Xingli suppressed a smile: "Those aren't potato chips, they're paper money."

The child continued to ask in confusion, "Why are we scattering paper money?"

“Because people need money even when they die.” Yan Xingli explained simply and bluntly, “If you don’t have money to go down, you can’t even afford a bag of potato chips, so it’s better to live.”

Yu Yu was shocked: "Can a dead person still eat potato chips?"

"You have to pay more?"

Based on the child's reaction, Yan Xingli deduced that people three hundred years later would likely no longer celebrate Qingming Festival or Zhongyuan Festival.

Thinking that a traditional festival that has been passed down for thousands of years will disappear in the future, Yan Xingli couldn't help but feel a little sad and regretful.

Just then, a strong, clear, childlike voice reached my ears.

"Uncle, I'll scatter paper money for you every day from now on, and you can go buy potato chips."

"I will definitely not let you live a hard life anymore."

Yan Xingli suffered a heart attack.

Never mind, let's be good parents first, after all, it's the child's way of showing filial piety.

After working all day, Yan Xingli was so tired that her eyelids were drooping when she got off work in the evening. She lay down in the RV and fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, his eyelids suddenly felt cold and heavy. Yan Xingli opened his eyelids and a small round head was standing above him, revealing a few snow-white baby teeth.

Yan Xingli's brow twitched violently.

He locked the door, so how did this little brat sneak in?

Yan Xingli hurriedly sat up, caught the thing that fell from his eyelids, and turned on the bedside lamp.

Under the warm white light, Yan Xingli saw the game tokens in his hand and asked in a completely emotionless tone:

"Qi Youyu, what are you doing?"

Yan Xingli was somewhat angry. For artists like them who work long hours and have high-intensity jobs, they need to catch up on sleep in their spare time, so being disturbed is bound to make them emotional.

Qi Youyu: "You money-grubbing bastard."

Yan Xingli: "?"

"Is that so, Uncle?" the child said proudly. "I'm very good at eyeing money."

The young scientist can easily master the world's most difficult formulas, but he knows absolutely nothing about Chinese language and literature.

A typical student who gets full marks in science but fails in humanities, a student who is unbalanced in both subjects.

Yan Xingli hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

He should be moved by the child's thirst for knowledge, or laugh at her peculiar thought process; in any case, he couldn't bring himself to be angry.

Yan Xingli roughly rubbed the child's face: "Your understanding is excellent. Okay, the door is over there, please."

Qi Youyu tilted her head in thought, then got up and gave him two quick taps on the head.

"!"

The banquet star gift that ate two small bibs: oo

The intensity is just right; it leaves you dazed but not brain-damaged.

no.

Those who rebel against the Heavenly Gang will have their ancestors beaten!

"Uncle, you're talking nonsense. I'll fix it." Qi Youyu quickly withdrew her little hand, her big eyes full of sincerity, and said happily, "Look, Uncle, you're all better now."

The banquet star ceremony was in a daze.

What nonsense is he talking about?

After thinking for half a second, Yan Xingli understood. Since the illiterate boy didn't understand English, he gave them both pockets.

Repairing it is just a matter of making a snap decision, treating it like an air conditioner, TV, or washing machine... Seriously, who's the master here?!

A note from the author:

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