Chapter 73, Part 72

73:

Mu Shaoyan was in class, and Ye Qingxi was in class as well.

After the martial arts class ended, Ye Qingxi, as he had said before, asked Mu Feng to take him and Qin Cheng to Qin Cheng's house.

"I want to go see the donuts," Ye Qingxi said.

Mu Feng had no objections and had Li Wei drive to Mu Zheng's house.

Qin Cheng had been talking about Ye Qingxi coming today, so Qin Luan went out early this morning to buy groceries to prepare for her arrival.

She had already prepared the dishes and was about to stir-fry them when she took out some cream puffs and let Ye Qingxi and Qin Cheng eat them first.

Qin Cheng picked one up and fed it to Ye Qingxi. Ye Qingxi ate it with her mouth full of cream, smiling happily.

He turned and used the cream puff in his hand to feed Mu Feng.

Mu Feng reached out and took it, saying gently, "Eat it yourself."

Ye Qingxi nodded and gave another one to Li Wei.

They were eating cream puffs, and donuts were twirling around their feet when the cat suddenly leaped onto the table.

Ye Qingxi smiled and hugged it, patting its head.

The donut rubbed its head against his palm, being incredibly well-behaved.

"So cute!" Ye Qingxi exclaimed, "As cute as a cotton candy!"

"Mom knitted a sweater," Qin Cheng said, leaning closer to him.

Ye Qingxi asked, puzzled, "Huh?"

"A sweater with marshmallows and donuts."

After Qin Cheng finished speaking, he turned to Qin Luan and said, "Mom, the sweater~"

Qin Luan was still cooking when she heard this, and said to him, "Give it to Xiao Xi after we finish eating."

"Oh," Qin Cheng replied.

Ye Qingxi thought Qin Luan had knitted kitten sweaters for Cotton Candy and Donut, but after dinner she realized that they were indeed kitten sweaters, but they were for him and Qin Cheng.

Qin Luan knitted two children's sweaters, both off-white, but one had a cotton candy pattern and the other had a donut pattern.

The two kittens, one with blue eyes and the other with green eyes, both tilted their little heads and looked adorable.

“This one is mine,” Qin Cheng said, pointing to the one with the donuts.

“This one is yours,” he said, pointing to the one with the marshmallow.

"Xiaoxi, try it out and see if it suits you. If it doesn't, your aunt can revise it," Qin Luan said.

Ye Qingxi nodded, picked up the sweater, and went to Qin Cheng's bedroom.

Qin Cheng also grabbed his sweater and followed.

"What are you doing here?" Ye Qingxi asked him.

"I'll change with you," Qin Cheng said happily. "Xiao Xi, let's wear matching outfits."

Ye Qingxi smiled and felt that what he said didn't seem to have any problem.

He took off his hoodie and put on a marshmallow sweater.

Ye Qingxi walked to the full-length mirror in Qin Cheng's room and looked at herself. It was just the right size.

As he was looking around, Qin Cheng also walked over.

Ye Qingxi saw his upper body in the mirror.

"So cute," he couldn't help but say.

Qin Cheng was half a head taller than him, and he didn't like to talk. His expression was always cold, which made him look very cool.

His appearance is typical of handsome, more handsome than cute. Anyone who sees him will think, "Wow, this kid is so handsome," rather than "Wow, this kid is so cute."

But now, the milky white sweater and the soft, cute gold gradient on it completely neutralized his cool and handsome demeanor, making him look innocent and adorable.

"Brother, you look good in that."

"You look good in it," Qin Cheng said.

Ye Qingxi was already soft and cute, with an androgynous beauty. Now, wearing a soft white sweater, she looked even more innocent and adorable. Especially with the cute blue-eyed, gold-spotted cat on the sweater, she looked incredibly soft and sweet.

Qin Cheng pulled him out, saying, "Dad, Mom, Grandpa, Xiaoxi is all dressed up, she looks so cute."

The three of them came out of Mu Zheng's bedroom upon hearing the sound and saw two adorable children and two cute kittens.

Mu Zheng laughed, "It really is cute. This sweater suits both Xiao Xi and you very well."

Qin Luan stepped forward and examined the sleeves, collar, and armpits to make sure there was nothing that needed to be altered.

Mu Feng: ...Indeed, very cute.

"Xiao Xi, let's wear this sweater to school the day after tomorrow," Qin Cheng promised him.

Ye Qingxi nodded, "Okay."

The two happily played with the donuts for a while longer until they finished lunch in the afternoon. Only then did Ye Qingxi reluctantly follow Mu Feng home.

He sat in the car, looking at his sweater, recalling the scene of Qin Luan and Mu Zheng together today.

"There's nothing wrong with this," Ye Qingxi thought. "It's perfectly normal. So why did she agree to the divorce?"

It's puzzling.

Just as Ye Qingxi was thinking, the notification sound of a WeChat video call rang.

Ye Qingxi raised her wrist and glanced at it; it was Mu Shaowu.

He quickly answered, "Dad~"

Mu Shaowu said happily, "Baby, Daddy received your steamed buns!"

These past two days, Mu Shaowu has been reflecting on himself three times a day: Has his son's lovingly prepared steamed buns arrived yet?

Why haven't his son's homemade steamed buns arrived yet?

When will his son's homemade steamed buns finally arrive?!

Finally, the steamed buns arrived, and Mu Shaowu immediately had his assistant retrieve them.

If his manager hadn't stopped him, he probably would have already dashed out on his own.

Aunt Zhang sent them very carefully, so the ten buns remained plump and white, without any damage.

Mu Shaowu immediately had his agent plug in the power and add water to start steaming the buns.

After the steamed buns were ready, he prepared the dipping sauce and was about to eat them when he discovered that his assistant and agent were still in his room.

Mu Shaowu: "Do you want to eat?"

Agent Zeng Chong: "Yes, we want it."

Mu Shaowu: ? ? ?

Mu Shaowu: ...

Mu Shaowu thought he was just being tactless, couldn't he see that he was just asking casually and being polite?

They really want to!

Mu Shaowu had no choice but to pick up a steamed bun.

Zeng Chong reached out his hand, and his assistant also extended his hand.

Mu Shaowu: ...

"You just kept it like that? Did you even wash it by hand?"

Zeng Chong: "Should I take a bath and fast?"

Mu Shaowu nodded, "That would be best."

Zeng Chong was speechless and went to the bathroom with his assistant to wash his hands.

They washed themselves clean, dried themselves off, and then came out of the bathroom.

"Here." Zeng Chong held out his freshly washed hands in front of Mu Shaowu.

Mu Shaowu was satisfied and picked up a steamed bun, handing it to him.

Just as he was about to pick up the second bun, a sudden idea struck him, and he quickly snatched the bun that Zeng Chong was about to eat.

Zeng Chong: ? ? ?

Mu Shaowu broke his hands in half, giving one half to Zeng Chong and the other half to his assistant.

"Eat."

Zeng Chong: ...

You're such a top influencer, and you only gave me half a bun out of ten! Half a bun!

assistant:……

Bro, you weren't like this before. You used to be so generous QAQ

The two of them finished their half-eaten buns in just two bites.

It was delicious, but the flavor disappeared as soon as you tasted it.

So the two of them looked at Mu Shaowu again.

"Is it delicious?" Mu Shaowu asked.

The two nodded in unison.

Do you like it?

The two nodded again.

"Then let your sons send them to you too?"

The two people: ? ? ?

Mu Shaowu: "Oh, I remember now, you two don't have a son."

“Sigh,” Mu Shaowu sighed, “They’re all human. Some people are loved by their sons, who care about their well-being and even send them steamed buns from afar. Some people…”

Mu Shaowu shook his head, "Human joys and sorrows are indeed not shared."

Zeng Chong: ...

assistant:……

Zeng Chong grabbed his phone and said, "Come on, Xiao Zhao, I'll treat you to steamed buns, the ones with the thinnest skin and the biggest filling!"

Assistant Xiao Zhao: "Mhm."

Mu Shaowu: "What's the use of thin skin and big filling? Do you know why my buns are so delicious? It's love! My son added love to them!"

“This wasn’t made by your son!” Zeng Chong said speechlessly.

You're controlling this place!

"But this was sent by my son!" Mu Shaowu said proudly. "He even thinks of me when he eats steamed buns, which shows that he cares about me and loves me very much!"

Zeng Chong: "I think it's your absolute favorite! You only love it!"

Mu Shaowu nodded, "Of course, you have such a good son, how could you not love him?"

Zeng Chong: The problem is he didn't!

Zeng Chong was furious. Why is it that some people are handsome, have high popularity, earn a lot of money, and come from good families? They even got such a big son for no reason, and they treat him so well!

Even a biological son wouldn't necessarily miss his father this much!

Doesn't the government encourage having children? Then he wants this one!

He wants it now!

Zeng Chong angrily dragged Xiao Zhao out of the hotel room.

Mu Shaowu happily ate the steamed buns his son had made with love.

I must say, these steamed buns are really delicious, the more you eat, the better they taste. No wonder they were carefully selected by his son.

Mu Shaowu picked up his phone and made a video call to Ye Qingxi.

Ye Qingxi looked at the steamed buns in his camera lens and asked him, "Dad, do you think they're delicious?"

"Delicious, especially delicious."

"Then I'll send you some more, Dad, another day."

"Okay, okay, okay." Mu Shaowu was grinning from ear to ear.

Mu Feng: ...How silly.

"Baby, have you eaten?"

"I've already eaten. I ate at my uncle's house."

As Ye Qingxi said this, she pulled her watch back a little, "Dad, look, my new sweater~"

"Wow," Mu Shaowu immediately noticed the kitten on the sweater, "Is it a cotton candy?"

Ye Qingxi nodded, "Isn't it cute?"

"So cute, especially on you, baby, you look absolutely adorable."

Ye Qingxi laughed, "It was woven by my aunt."

"Does your brother Qin Cheng also have one?"

"Mm." Ye Qingxi nodded.

"How great, matching outfits for brothers."

Unlike him, who wanted to wear matching parent-child outfits but Mu Shaoting made them into family clothes.

"Mu Shaoting, you truly deserve to die!" Mu Shaowu mentally whipped his corpse once more.

"Dad, take your time eating. See you next week!"

"Okay, see you next week~" Mu Shaowu reluctantly hung up the phone.

When they got home, Mu Shaoting's eyes lit up when she saw the sweater he was wearing.

In other words, Qin Luan wasn't her sister, but her sister-in-law, and they weren't familiar enough with each other. Otherwise, she would have made a phone call and begged and pleaded to get the same item.

After a pleasant weekend, on Monday, Ye Qingxi faced a major event—Pei Liang, the leader of their group who was strict with himself and his friends, delivered an important speech to his three classmates during the second break.

Team leader Pei stated: "This is the first sports meet for the four of us, and we hope to achieve a good result and win first place. Starting tomorrow, we will practice running and relays on the playground every morning."

"Even last-minute preparations can be effective. Since we've joined, we're determined to win first place." Despite his young age, Commander Pei already possesses the potential to be a top performer.

Ye Qingxi had no objection, since he was always the first to arrive at school every day, and also the slowest to run.

Kang Cong and Zhong Yan had no objections; they were fine with anything as long as it didn't involve studying.

"Alright, it's settled then." Commander Pei made the final decision.

Ye Qingxi nodded, "Mhm."

He will practice hard!

When Ye Qingxi got home that night, she told Mu Feng about it.

Mu Feng felt it wasn't necessary, but since the little brats wanted to, so be it, just treat it as a game.

He had no objections.

When Ye Qingxi arrived at Duan Yi's house, she discovered that Duan Yi had even prepared a cushion for her.

The cushion is fluffy and feels very soft to the touch.

Perhaps worried that the child wouldn't be able to sit still, Duan Yi thoughtfully tied the cushion to the chair to prevent it from slipping off.

"So thoughtful," Ye Qingxi thought to herself.

"Thank you, brother." Ye Qingxi smiled.

"You're welcome," Duan Yi replied.

Mu Shaoyan let out a cold snort, expressing his dissatisfaction.

Duan Yi: ...

Duan Yi just didn't understand. He was an eighteen-year-old teenager, full of youthful vigor, and not afraid of the cold. Why would he need a cushion?

"Never mind," Duan Yi thought, "I'll go to the supermarket or go online in a couple of days to see if there are any discounted or promotional cushions."

To avoid chilling Young Master Mu's precious bottom, which would only provoke his sarcastic remarks again.