The little flower that the children had retrieved was temporarily placed in a ceramic teacup by Huo Qin.
The cup contained a handful of clear water scooped from the lake, a pale yellow hue floating leisurely, tiny ripples spreading amidst a child's lazy yawn.
Huo Qin calmly shifted his gaze from the teacup, temporarily setting aside the three optimal cultivation plans for aquatic plants that he had just finished pondering in his mind, and looked with his dark eyes at the small, soft figure sitting cross-legged at the bow of the boat.
The man's fingertips twitched, causing the strap tied to his knuckles to shift. He then spoke slowly and abruptly, "Did you catch it?"
Under the warm sunshine, Chaochao, who was in deep meditation, felt a slight pull from behind on the life vest. His sleepy little head couldn't help but tilt down, and the lotus leaf covering his head slid down onto the deck.
"Hurry! Little Fish... is coming soon..."
The sudden, glaring light instantly woke up Chaochao from her nap. The little dumpling jolted awake, mumbled a reply to her father behind her, and confidently shook the fishing rod in her hand.
Something's not right.
Chaochao looked down and saw that the bait on her fishing rod hadn't even entered the water: "...?"
Oh ho?
The afternoon sun was so warm, and the breeze blowing across the lake was so comfortable. Everything was just right. After Chaochao, who had boasted that she would catch a big fish for Huoqin, sat down and started to doze off, completely unaware of whether the bait she casually tossed into the lake had actually gone in.
Huo Qin already knew.
Taking advantage of her height, she had already taken in the situation of the little dumpling on the front line.
Then he looked at the little dumpling that paused for a second, raised its head and looked around. Although it was a muttered tone, the baby voice was quite loud: "Oh my, the sun is so big!"
She picked up the lotus leaf hat and used the act of putting it on to conceal herself, then quickly flung out her homemade fishing rod, "perfectly" creating the illusion that she had been fishing for a long time.
Huo Qin seemed to relax a little when he saw her back, as if he had breathed a sigh of relief. She thought Huo Qin couldn't see her, so she comforted him without turning her head: "Daddy, wait a little longer. Trust me, Xiaoyuer will be here soon."
Huo Qin leaned back slightly against the railing, his tone indifferent and unreadable: "Are you sure?"
Chaochao turned her head away somewhat defiantly, picked up her homemade fishing rod—a branch tied with willow twigs, without bait or hook, completely natural and unmanufactured.
She wanted to boast to Huo Qin for the nth time, showing off her prowess, but she had already said everything she needed to say, and the illiterate woman, at a loss for words, had no choice but to give up.
All I could do was say, "Daddy, just you wait," and then grumbled as I turned to face the lake.
Three minutes later, the sitting figure of Tuanzi began to collapse little by little, eventually turning into her lying on her side on the grass mat, one hand bent to support her head, the other small hand loosely holding a branch, her almond-shaped eyes in the sunlight becoming lighter in color, covered with a layer of faint watery light.
She recited the scriptures intermittently:
"Little fish, little fish, swimming and swimming..."
Swim into my basin~~..."
Huo Qin also started to feel sleepy while listening: "..."
Recent schedules and meetings have all been crammed into these few days. Overnight, the entire company's workload seemed to have returned to what it used to be. The work atmosphere at Huanyu was originally focused on efficiency, but these days it's more like a tightly wound machine. The group's senior executives are rushing around every day, attending meetings and giving reports, and the building is brightly lit at night.
Huo Qin would rush home to have dinner with Chaochao, and would have Lin Cheng tidy up any unfinished official business. Sometimes, after Chaochao fell asleep, he would open his eyes again and go to the study to continue working on documents.
So he hasn't been getting enough rest lately.
The little dumpling's soft, sweet voice sounded like a hypnotic hymn.
"Fish↗Fish↘Fish↘Fish→Fish~Fish~..."
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