Chapter 7: It turns out you are Shang Youqing's baby
"Shang Youqing, are you talking to Dad on the phone?"
Shang Youqing was suddenly interrupted when she was about to say something. She turned around and saw that Young Master He had probably just finished eating the bread and was lying behind the half door. He tilted his little head and asked her in a very low voice.
Before Shang Youqing could say anything, there was silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds, and then he said calmly, "Please let He Zhimo answer the phone."
Shang Youqing thought about it and felt that it was a bit strange for an outsider like her to get involved. It would be better to let the father and son talk it out themselves. She handed the phone to He Zhimo and gently reminded him, "Young Master, your father wants to talk to you."
He Zhimo hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly walked out from behind the door, took the phone, and uttered two words, "Dad."
"I'm not sick with a fever... Shang Youqing washed my face, hands, and hair, and even carefully prepared six loaves of bread for me—"
“…”
Shang Youqing couldn't help coughing when he heard this. He Zhimo immediately looked up worriedly and asked, "Shang Youqing, what's wrong with you?"
Shang Youqing shook his head and used his lips to prompt him to get to the key points.
"Oh." He Zhimo gathered himself together and said, holding the phone, "Dad, I don't want to go home."
Shang Youqing: “?”
Was this the point she wanted him to make?
This young master looks calm and sensible, so why does he suddenly become rebellious?
Shang Youqing was trying to explain a few words to the person on the phone. After all, Mr. He didn't seem like an easy person to talk to, whether in person or over the phone.
As a result, just as he was about to reach out his hand, he heard He Zhimo agree with a satisfied look on his face, "I understand. I will listen to Shang Youqing and never run around again."
"Well, okay, Dad, you just work hard and don't disturb Shang Youqing and me before Sunday."
Shang Youqing suspected she had misheard. She pointed to her phone screen, motioning He Zhimo to give her the phone, and asked, "Mr. He, are you saying you're not going to pick up the young master?"
There was a pause on the other end of the line before answering her.
"I'll pick her up the day after tomorrow. Miss Shang, please take care of her for two days."
"Wait, I didn't seem to agree—"
"that's all."
The phone hung up.
Shang Youqing lowered her head and saw He Zhimo staring at her eagerly. Her small hand gently tugged at the corner of her clothes, "Shang Youqing, are you going to chase me away?"
Shang Youqing: “…”
Seeing her staring at him without saying anything, He Zhimo began to panic.
Thinking Shang Youqing was really going to cruelly drive him away, He Zhimo rolled his eyes anxiously. In a milky voice, he pretended to be mature and advised her with reason, "It's better not to do it, Shang Youqing. Look, look, it's dark now. It's not safe to leave a child outside."
As he spoke, he followed Shang Youqing into the room like a little tail, until he saw Shang Youqing open a room and put a clean mattress on the bed.
"There's only this extra wooden bed here. It might not be that comfortable to sleep on. Is that acceptable to you, young master?"
He Zhimo was stunned for a moment, then said "yes". As if afraid that Shang Youqing would regret it, he climbed up and sat down impatiently. He patted the bed board with his little hand to express his high approval: "Shang Youqing, the bed you made is very comfortable."
...Shang Youqing was silent for a moment, "Young Master He, are you sure your father can come pick you up on Sunday?"
"Of course, Dad would never lie to me."
After all, the power of life and death in Mingling Zoo is still in the hands of the young master's father, so Shang Youqing finally let the young master stay.
Anyway, I'll just stay with her for two days.
The next day, before daybreak, Shang Youqing received a call from Lao Yan, who said that the fruits, vegetables and fodder he had obtained for her would arrive in about half an hour.
After hanging up the phone, Shang Youqing hurried up. Not long after he entered the kitchen to start working, he heard a rustling sound coming from the door.
Looking back, Shang Youji was walking towards me with his little slippers. His light chestnut hair was slightly curled up with a small tuft of curls, his eyes were drooping, and his little face had a cold expression, as if he hadn't fully woken up yet.
"Mom didn't wake me up."
Shang Youqing smoothed the baby's hair a little and coaxed her, "I want the baby to sleep a little longer."
Shang You made a short muffled "hmm" sound from his nose, then gave up. He went outside and brought in a small stool. He stood next to Shang Youqing, holding a round, beige bottle, and made milk powder for himself.
It was also at this time that Shang Youqing, while helping to add warm water to the baby's bottle, mentioned to Shang You the little accident that happened when he took in He Zhimo last night.
Shang You was very strong. He tightened the bottle cap in one go, shook the bottle, and looked up in confusion, "Didn't Mommy help find his lion? Why is he still here?"
"Well."
Shang Youqing was just thinking about how to explain to her baby when a childish and cold voice came from the kitchen door, "So you are Shang Youqing's baby."
Shang You turned his head and saw that Young Master He had already changed into new clothes from the schoolbag he brought with him.
She was wearing a neat white shirt, a small bow tie, straight black trousers, and a pair of brand new shiny leather shoes. She had dressed up carefully to show herself to Shang Youqing, but she didn't expect to see Shang Youqing and her baby having fun in the kitchen.
What was even more unexpected was that after Shang You turned around, Young Master He's originally tense face froze, "It's you?"
Shang You obviously recognized at a glance the guy in front of her who dressed himself like a little peacock. He was the same person she met at the zoo on the day she and her mother went down the mountain.
Shang You frowned slightly and told Shang Youqing, "Mom, the pastry we made that day was for him."
Shang Youqing felt a little relieved when she heard that the two children knew each other. She discussed it with her baby, "Baby, I'm going to go to Ximen to inspect the goods later. Can you help me look after this young master?"
Since it was a task assigned to her by her mother, Shang You nodded without thinking.
Then, she came out of the kitchen with the bottle in her arms and pointed to the seat at the small dining table, "Go and sit down."
He Zhimo followed Shang You to his seat without a word, folding his hands neatly on the table. He stared at Shang You, who was drinking milk with a puffy face, without blinking. After thinking seriously for a moment, he turned around and made a request to Shang Youqing, who was still in the kitchen.
"Shang Youqing, I also need to consume 300 ml of milk powder when I wake up in the morning."
"……What?"
Shang You released the pacifier and silently translated, "Mom, he said he wants a glass of milk, too."
Three minutes later, He Zhimo got what he wished for and drank the first cup of milk that Shang Youqing brewed for him.
Because time was running out, Shang Youqing had just chewed a piece of corn when he received a call from Lao Yan. He had to hurriedly give Shang You a few words of advice and drove out in his electric car.
Shang You did not give the food for free. After breakfast, seeing that the young master He was still sitting at the dining table and wiping his mouth slowly, Shang You carried him to the newly cultivated vegetable field in the yard and threw a small shovel to him.
Young Master He hugged the small shovel in confusion: "What do you mean?"
Shang You folded her hands, raised her chin and directed: "Plant the row of cabbages on the left."
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