Chapter 25 Baby Earns His Own Milk Powder Money
Bian Ji was reluctant to admit that he hadn't been able to pick up Lu Yinzhao on his first try.
It took a second, strenuous effort, to finally lift the little one onto my body.
Lu Yinzhao looked at Bian Ji's thin arms and legs and felt very sorry for her.
The big shot is still just a kid; he's not strong enough in the arms or wrists.
He does seem to have gained a little weight these past few days.
"Brother Aji, I can go to the toilet by myself, please put me down."
"It's okay." Bian Ji didn't believe that he couldn't carry her over in just a few steps. He was a bit serious at this moment and was determined to get it done.
He carried the person to the toilet before putting the little one down.
Seeing that Bian Ji showed no intention of leaving, Lu Yinzhao blushed and said shyly, "Brother, go outside and wait for me."
Whether he's an adult or a child, he's not used to urinating in front of others.
Bian Ji let out a laugh and curled the corners of his lips: "I overheard your mother and my mother talking the other day. She said you still need to wear diapers at night, otherwise you will wet your pants and pee on the bed."
The implication is that you're just a little kid who can't control your bladder, what are you being shy about?
Lu Yinzhao was mocked by Bian Ji, and angrily pushed him out, saying, "Brother Ji, get out! I don't like you anymore!"
Bian Ji knew she couldn't tease the child too much; if she made him cry, she would have to comfort him herself.
Knowing when to stop, Bian Ji voluntarily withdrew.
As soon as I stepped out, the bathroom door was slammed shut by the little brat inside, as if he were fuming with rage.
Bian Ji's lips curled up even higher.
Having a younger brother is so much fun.
...
Lu Xun noticed that quite some time had passed and decided to go to the room to check on the two children.
Before my hand even touched the doorknob, the door opened from the inside.
Lu Xun saw two little ones, one tall and one short, come out hand in hand.
"Zhaozhao, Xiaoji, did you sleep well?"
“Okay!” Lu Yinzhao answered every question her brother asked.
Bian Ji nodded in agreement.
"Big brother, we want to eat waffles!" Lu Yinzhao hadn't forgotten the dessert Bian Ji brought today, which Wen Su had made herself.
"Is it the box that Xiao Ji brought?" Lu Xun asked.
Bian Ji: "Yes."
Lu Xun: "Okay, I'll go get it for you."
They had just gotten up and were both thirsty, so they sat down at the table and gulped down water together.
Lu Yinzhao even sipped most of his personal water bottle.
"Zhao Zhao, eat in small bites, okay?" Lu Xun had heard about Zhao Zhao burning himself while eating lunch. Knowing that the little guy was eating in a hurry, she was afraid he would choke, so she couldn't help but remind him.
"Okay! I know! I need to chew slowly!" Lu Yinzhao replied, tilting her head back.
Lu Xun's eyes were filled with laughter. Zhao Zhao can use idioms now? What a clever little devil.
Lu Yinzhao picked up a waffle with a checkered pattern. The caramel color was particularly appetizing. Taking a bite, she found it crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. The sweetness of maple syrup and the aroma of fermented dough intertwined on her tongue, making Lu Yinzhao feel dizzy with the fragrance.
He has little resistance to desserts. In his previous life, when he was in college, every time he finished his part-time job and passed by a cake shop, he couldn't help but stop for a while looking at the exquisite and beautiful desserts in the window, but in the end he still couldn't bear to use the money from his part-time job to buy them.
He only gets a small piece, about the size of his palm, to try on his birthday. Actually, he didn't even have a birthday. The director set a date for him, which was the day he first entered the orphanage, so that he could have a short, happy celebration like other children.
In this life, he achieved dessert freedom, became friends with a big shot, and the big shot's mother was such a good dessert maker. He was really going to be very lucky in the future. Just thinking about it made him incredibly happy.
Lu Cheng walked over at this moment and saw Lu Yinzhao eating with crumbs all over her mouth. She couldn't help but say, "Zhaozhao always eats so deliciously. If she were a mukbang streamer, she would have become famous long ago."
He said it casually, but Lu Yinzhao took it to heart.
In this life, he started as a two-year-old little dumpling, eating and using the Lu family's food. Actually, Lu Yinzhao felt quite embarrassed, since these things shouldn't have belonged to him.
Previously, I only thought this was a virtual world in the book, something unreal, and that everything here might just be a string of data, something that only existed in the author's imagination.
As the days go by, Lu Yinzhao feels the vibrant emotions of everyone. They all love him and do their best to pamper him. They are no longer the unattainable superstars he remembered from his previous life, but family members with whom he shares blood ties.
This change in identity filled Lu Yinzhao with gratitude, yet also a touch of trepidation.
Is it really okay for him to accept everyone's love unconditionally?
Can he really lie flat for the rest of his life and be a carefree salted fish?
Thinking is one thing, doing is another.
Lu Yinzhao still harbors the ambition to make a lot of money.
In my past life, I was obsessed with making money to make a living. In this life, I have something to rely on, so continuing to make money is where the joy lies.
"Fourth brother, what is mukbang?" Lu Yinzhao's eyes darted around as he began to think of ways to steer the conversation.
"Mukbang is just eating livestream, hey! You definitely won't understand if I say it like this, it's like you, Zhao Zhao, sitting in front of the camera eating, letting uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters from all over the world watch you, you look so cute when you eat, and they get hungry when they see you eating." Lu Cheng explained at length.
Lu Yinzhao nodded, feigning confusion, and continued, "So, baby wants to do mukbang (eating broadcasts). Do you make money doing mukbang?"
Lu Xun burst out laughing, "Zhao Zhao, you're so young and you're already thinking about making money? Hahaha!"
"That's right! Daddy earns money, Mommy earns money, brother earns money, sister earns money, so baby wants to earn money too!"
Lu Yinzhao took another bite of waffle, thinking to himself, "Will saying this get them to pay attention to my wish?"
Lu Yuan walked over, heard this, and thought for a moment, "If Zhao Zhao wants to make money, then let's open an account for him and let him play. If he wants to do a live stream, then let him do it. It's not a big deal."
Lu Yinzhao: "!!!"
Third Brother really knows how to work together! That's right, that's how it should be!
Lu Cheng said, "Sure, I can also help shoot videos and manage the marketing."
Lu Cheng leaned over and pinched the baby's chubby cheeks. "Zhao Zhao, you're so young and already want to be an internet celebrity? You're quite something!"
Lu Yinzhao raised an eyebrow: "Of course!"
Who doesn't want money?
I feel a sense of accomplishment when I earn my own money for baby formula.
Everyone was amused by Lu Yinzhao's mature demeanor, assuming it was just a child's curiosity and something to do for fun.
Lu Yinzhao has her own plans. She is too young to do anything else, so she can only eat, drink and sleep. During her childhood, she can make money by doing food broadcasts.
When I go to school, I'll learn a few more skills.
If you studied computers in your past life, then study something else in this life.
To be honest, he has some ideas about photography, and it's something he enjoys doing, but that's something he'll think about later.
He can start by accumulating some knowledge and making more films.
Every technology goes through a process of quantitative change leading to qualitative change. Lu Yinzhao never thought he had any talent. He always believed that heaven would not let down a person who works hard and earnestly.
Lu Xun and the others had no idea that Zhao Zhao had already mentally mapped out his money-making plan.
How could they possibly have imagined this? After all, the Lu family isn't short of money to support a child.
With so many children already grown up, the Lu family would be more than happy to raise another little one.
What's more, Zhao Zhao is such an adorable baby. Her whole family dotes on her and only wishes that she can grow up healthy and happy. They don't need to think about anything else.
Only Bian Ji, standing to the side, didn't think Lu Yinzhao was joking.
He knew that Lu Yinzhao was quite opinionated. Although she was very young, a child's thoughts should be respected because they were Lu Yinzhao's own choice.
He can also find a way to get what Lu Yinzhao wants.
From the conversation just now, Bian Ji guessed that Lu Yinzhao must really want money. Since Lu Yinzhao is already his younger brother, he can also earn money for Lu Yinzhao to spend.
He can't eat as much as Lu Yinzhao, so he can't do mukbang, but...
He's quite good at some musical instruments.
"Can you make money as long as you have a special skill?" Bian Ji suddenly asked.
The three brothers were taken aback, and Lu Yinzhao also tilted his head to look at Bian Ji.
What is the big shot trying to say?
“In this era of self-media, as long as you can attract attention and generate traffic, you can make money regardless of whether you have any special skills. Of course, how much you can make is another matter; you need to manage it with a plan,” Lu Cheng suddenly said, sounding quite plausible.
Lu Xun never expected that the fourth brother could talk about these things so knowledgeably.
He lowered his head and asked, "Xiao Ji, is it because you heard Zhao Zhao say she wanted to do a mukbang (eating broadcast) that you have any ideas?"
"I can play the piano, is anyone watching?"
“Of course people are watching.” This time, Lu Yuan answered first.
Lu Xun: "So Xiao Ji wants to be a music blogger?"
Bian Ji: "Mm."
With Bian Ji's skill level, if properly managed on social media, she could easily become a hit.
It's already impressive that a child can play such a difficult piece. Nowadays, some young people like to "virtually raise" virtual children. They don't want children themselves, but they like to watch virtual children on the internet. Other people's virtual children are always the best!
Lu Yinzhao was greatly surprised when he heard Bian Ji's words.
Wow, you're a musical genius! You'll be holding concerts for tens of thousands of people someday, and you'll be the center of attention, surrounded by admirers!
There's no need to follow the trend and become a self-media blogger. You have your own talents, so study music diligently, unleash your talent, and don't let the internet wear down your spirit!
Lu Yinzhao had seen before how children were deliberately posed for photos in order to gain traffic, creating content that the children didn't like at all. As they received more and more criticism from the outside world, the children's eyes became dull, and they lost their initial innocence and naivety.
Lu Yinzhao is not afraid of these things because he has the soul of an adult, and he has his own judgment and a stable mindset.
But he didn't know if Bian Ji, who was still a child, would encounter difficulties as he grew up. What if the book didn't follow the usual plot? What if the final ending was completely different from reality?
What if Yi Yijin doesn't become the brightest star, but instead becomes a "prodigy who failed to live up to his potential"?
Lu Yinzhao thought about it a lot. Even if there was only a slight possibility, he didn't want the big shot to have the possibility of "the fall of a genius".
The little one grabbed Bian Ji's sleeve and pouted, saying, "Brother Ji, don't play it for other people. I don't like it."
Bian Ji was slightly taken aback, and a strange joy welled up in his heart that he couldn't explain.
Do you want me to play only for you?
"No, it's just..."
Lu Yinzhao was thinking about how to express himself appropriately, after all, the big boss wasn't just his big boss, and he would also be showing his talent to the fans in the future.
Seeing that Lu Yinzhao hesitated for a long time without saying a complete sentence, Bian Ji curled his lips and said, "Okay, I won't play it for others casually."
Forget it, being a music blogger or something isn't something he's interested in.
If he wants to make money, there are plenty of ways.
When it was time to leave the Lu family that day, Bian Ji secretly went to find Lu Yuan.
He knew that Lu Yinzhao's third brother was a musician and could write songs.
"What's wrong, Xiao Ji? Why did you come to see me alone? Is there something you need?"
"Can you make money by writing songs?"
"Yes." Lu Xun was a little surprised that the child would ask these questions, but he still answered them considerately.
How much can your songs sell for?
"Well... it's hard to say. Well-written songs can certainly fetch a high price. A good original song can still make a lot of money. What, you want to write a song?"
Bian Ji nodded.
Lu Yuan patted the child's head and said, "If you can create excellent works, others will have to pay you royalties if they want to use them in the future. Keep it up. If you like music, stick to your dream, and it will come true."
Although Bian Ji didn't understand the specific meaning of the words Lu Yuan was saying, he could sense the sincerity of the person in front of him. Lu Yinzhao's third brother must be someone who really likes music.
When he last entered Lu Yuan's room, he noticed that the other party had taken exceptional care of his instruments, which were spotless and covered in expensive-looking electric guitars. The recording and composing equipment on the table also revealed the young man's passion for his craft.
After learning that songwriting could also make money, the young man left satisfied.
When Wen Su saw her son return, she immediately asked warmly, "How was your time at Zhao Zhao's house today? Did you have fun?"
Bian Ji hummed in agreement and then walked towards her room.
Wen Su followed behind and asked a bunch of questions, such as "Does Zhao Zhao like the waffles I made?", "What did you do today?", "Did you say thank you for the treat when you left?", and so on...
While answering his mother's questions concisely, he took out a music score notebook from the drawer and began to write and draw.
Seeing that her son had no intention of sharing his joy with his mother, Wen Su shook her head and sighed, deciding not to tell her and that she would find out when she watched the show.
Wen Su knew Bian Ji well; once the boy started doing something related to music, he would become very absorbed and didn't like being disturbed. After staring at her son's cold back for a while, she left the room and closed the door for him.
Half an hour later, musical scores appeared on the paper under the desk lamp.
Their names are labeled in English at the top.
Solar Grin
This song was inspired by Lu Yinzhao and is also the first complete song he composed.
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Author's Note: Solar: "of the sun" [shy] Grin: "grinning, showing teeth"
The above is a direct translation, and it's also Xiao Ji's first impression of Zhao Zhao.
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