Chapter 6, Section 6: "Ah, I must have been a fragrant baby in my past life..."
Yan Xingli was saddened by himself for a while, but he quickly cheered himself up.
He took a large durian from the refrigerator, cut it open in the kitchen, and filled a plate with durian flesh. In high spirits, he carried the fruit plate and knocked on the cabin door of the Little Fish.
"Hey, scientist, are you done with your work? Come out and have some fruit."
The hatch slowly opened, and Qi Youyu, who had taken off her helmet and gloves, jumped out: "I'm here, Uncle."
"What's this?"
"Durian." Yan Xingli, wearing disposable plastic gloves, picked up a plump piece of durian flesh and held it to her lips. "Have you ever tried it?"
Let alone eating it, Qi Youyu had never even heard of it.
The oval-shaped durian flesh was plump and looked like a small cake. Even though the child smelled the unusual aroma, he didn't think much of it.
Qi Youyu took a bite of the durian flesh, and the indescribable taste went straight to the top of her head.
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Ugh!!
Qi Youyu bent over with a pained expression and dry heaved.
"Oh no, durian farts!" the child shouted, shoving the durian he had just bitten back into Yan Xingli's hand. He ran a few meters away, opened his mouth wide, and fanned himself, "It stinks and it's washing me!"
Genetics determines whether some people find durian smelly but taste delicious, or vice versa.
Yan Xingli has loved durian since he was a child, a trait he inherited from his parents.
It seems the child didn't inherit this trait from his ancestor.
Yan Xingli picked up the leftover durian flesh from the child and took a bite. The smooth, creamy texture made his eyes crinkle with happiness. It smelled so good!
"What a pity, you can't enjoy this durian."
Qi Youyu stared wide-eyed, as if he were doing something earth-shattering.
Little Flower, riding on roller skates, tumbled over: "Durian, a fruit native to the tropics of the earth, is known as the king of tropical fruits. Its flesh is rich in protein and vitamins, and it was one of the most beloved fruits of ancient humans. Even though it is expensive and has a unique smell, it is still very popular."
"It should be noted that durian should not be eaten with alcohol, as consuming both at the same time can cause symptoms such as nausea and vomiting."
Xiao Hua slowly swam up to Yan Xingli and said, "Ancient books record that excessive consumption of durian by children can cause adverse symptoms such as excessive liver fire and precocious puberty."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Xingli felt a lightness in his hand.
Yan Xingli bowed his head: 0.0
What about durian?
He had a whole plate of durian flesh!
"Durians that are detrimental to the healthy growth of human offspring have now been recalled."
Yan Xingli: "..."
"I paid for it!" Yan Xingli gritted his teeth, his face turning green. "Give me back the durian, can't I eat it myself?"
The two long, tendril-like arms behind Xiaohua waved back and forth, just like a naughty child wiggling its bottom and shouting that it couldn't be hit, wildly provoking adults.
"I'm sorry, Xing-ge, your physical fitness data shows that even if you jump, you can't reach me."
Yan Xingli nearly twisted his nose in anger. Who was this insulting? He looked at Qi Youyu: "Didn't you say it had no self-awareness?"
To dare to snatch food from our ancestors' mouths and then mock them so openly is utterly rebellious.
Qi Youyu blinked: "Uncle, Xiaohua is a robot that protects children. Snatching durians is an instinct to prevent children from encountering danger."
The civilized Yan Xingli suppressed his restless middle finger: "After all, I paid for it, so don't waste food. I won't bring durians home anymore."
Yan Xingli asked Xiao Hua for durian flesh, and Xiao Hua's belly gleamed: "The durian has been decomposed."
Qi Youyu: "Uncle, Xiaohua ate all the durian."
Does it understand what it's eating?
Yan Xingli protested, saying that he hadn't even gotten a bite of the huge durian flesh in three bites, what a waste!
"Uncle, don't be angry later."
Qi Youyu turned and ran into the Little Fish, then ran back with her hands raised.
"Look what this is."
"What?"
“This is the emotion crystal I modified.” Qi Youyu pulled Yan Xingli down a little, gesturing for him to reach out. “Uncle, if you put it in the car, you won’t need to refuel.”
This emotional crystal was a defective product from Qi Youyu's experiment. The energy stored inside was insufficient to power the spaceship, so she made some minor modifications to use it for a car.
Yan Xingli was astonished.
He just mentioned it casually at the time, never expecting the child to be so capable.
Yan Xingli was overjoyed.
He took the emotion crystal from Yu Yu's hand, lowered his head and stroked the thin blue crystal in his palm, his eyes full of surprise, unable to resist trying it out.
"Come on, Uncle will take you for a drive." He glanced at Little Flower, "Fat Potato, you stay home."
The two, one big and one small, took the elevator to the underground parking lot. Yan Xingli found his large Cullinan, looked around for a long time, and didn't know where to start.
"Fish, where should we put this crystal?"
"Does my car need some modifications?"
When the word "modification" came up, Yan Xingli hesitated noticeably. Unlike other rich kids who pursued individuality, he preferred the original factory version.
Qi Youyu opened her arms: "Hug me."
Yan Xingli picked up the short little guy and walked around the car: "How about it? Isn't my car cool?"
Having had close encounters with mechs and starships and witnessed grand scenes, Qi Youyu felt a deep affection for her ancestor.
"Super cool." The little boy nudged his chin with his fluffy round head, then raised his chubby little hand. "Just put it there."
"Driver's seat?"
Qi Youyu tucked her hands in her pockets and said, "Yes, yes, you can see it anytime you put it there."
Yan Xingli didn't quite understand at first and asked blankly, "Shouldn't it be placed in a more secluded place?"
“Then no one will be able to see the beautiful crystals,” Qi Youyu said matter-of-factly.
She kicked her short legs in the air, "Uncle, let me help you put it down."
Yu Yu, like a slippery loach, broke free from Yan Xingli's arms, ran to the car door, stood upright, and spoke:
"Please open the door."
The aloof Cullinan: =3=
"Uncle, your car is being disobedient," Qi Youyu complained. "It won't open the door."
Yan Xingli pressed the car key, and the door opened automatically: "Okay, go sit in the back."
Qi Youyu was unhappy and pouted. She was three and a half years old, had piloted spaceships and mechs, and was the youngest scientist on Cang'ai Planet. She was no longer a baby.
The child was indignant and tried to persuade Yan Xingli.
Yan Xingli was very principled and was not moved in the slightest by Yu Yu's glorious deeds. The tug-of-war between the grandfather and granddaughter lasted for five minutes, but in the end, Yan Xingli prevailed.
Qi Youyu, who was sitting in the back row, was initially sullen, but gradually became attracted by the scenery outside.
The car wasn't going fast. Qi Youyu leaned against the window, her round face pressed against the glass, her big, dark eyes constantly looking outside.
There are no cool hovercars, no smart city butlers, and no skyscrapers in the sky.
So this is what the world was like three hundred years ago? Oh, what a primitive way of life for humans.
Qi Youyu's chubby face turned serious, but her eyes were bright. She was determined to work hard to improve the lives of the ancient people and let them live happy lives as well.
Yan Xingli drove for thirty kilometers, keeping a close eye on the fuel gauge the whole time, and the fuel level remained unchanged.
Yan Xingli couldn't help but smile, completely losing all self-control, grinning foolishly with his big white teeth the whole way.
The paparazzi following behind, secretly taking pictures, had their eyes shining: "Great! They're grinning like they don't care about money. There must be some big juicy gossip!"
Yan Xingli navigated to a shopping mall specializing in children's products, bought two child safety seats, and asked the shop assistant to help install them in the back seat of the car.
After closing the car door again, Yan Xingli did not start the car immediately, but turned around and asked:
"YuYu, would you like to be on a TV show with me?"
"I'm more than willing." Sitting in her high chair, Qi Youyu curiously explored her surroundings without looking up. "Uncle, what does 'going on TV' mean?"
“You didn’t know and you agreed so quickly,” Yan Xingli said. “Going on TV is like going to work, and going to work can make money.”
"I want to go, I want to go! I'd love to help my uncle make lots of money!"
His job was a little different from a regular job. Yan Xingli wasn't sure if the child was willing to appear on camera, so he gave a general overview of the recording process.
After listening patiently, Qi Youyu waved her hand and said in a tone of someone who had been through it all:
"I'm on TV all the time, I know all about it, you have to smile and be polite."
Yan Xingli smiled with satisfaction. As long as the child wasn't a brat, he could avoid at least 90% of the complaints.
After returning home, Yan Xingli called Li Zhi and recommended the young guest to her.
Li Zhi: "Your sister isn't unmarried, so where did this niece come from?"
Yan Xingli remained unfazed: "She's my cousin's child. She has a good personality and is close to me. I think bringing her on the show would make it more entertaining."
Li Zhi doesn't only have Yan Xingli as an artist under her management; she also has several big names who are far more famous than him.
Yan Xingli has been in a lot of trouble lately, and appearing on variety shows is both a way to capitalize on his current popularity and a key to salvaging his image. After quickly weighing the pros and cons, Li Zhi agreed.
"Okay, then send me a copy of your niece's information."
After hanging up the phone, Yan Xingli buried himself in editing, deleting and revising for ten minutes, and then sent three photos to Qi Youyu together.
Despite the passage of three hundred years, the child still inherited his excellent genes.
A high, delicate nose, thick, curled eyelashes, round, bright almond-shaped eyes, and dimples when she smiles—except for her natural curly hair, she looks exactly like him.
Yan Xingli was very pleased that her descendants did not waste their beautiful genes by marrying unattractive partners.
Having finalized his partner for the show, Yan Xingli's initial resistance to going to work, which he previously felt was like going to a funeral, vanished.
With four days left of the holiday, Yan Xingli took Qi Youyu shopping at the mall on the second day. Yuyu didn't have enough clothes; her wardrobe should be filled to the brim.
The child came out of the fitting room and admired himself in the mirror.
Xiaohua: "Although these gorgeous clothes don't have self-cleaning properties and are very troublesome to take care of, they look so beautiful on the lovely and kind-hearted Fishy."
Qi Youyu: "Thank you, Xiaohua. You're right. I'm so happy."
"Uncle, shall we buy Xiaohua some clothes too?"
Xiaohua: "No, I like myself as I am now."
Yan Xingli smiled and said, "It's so fat and stiff all over, there's nothing suitable for it."
The children's clothing store happened to have accessories for sale, so he picked up a fisherman's hat decorated with sunflowers: "Wear a hat, so your bald head doesn't get cold."
Little Flower's bright green eyes: →_→
“Actually, I can be very soft too,” Xiaohua corrected earnestly. “And my head isn’t big; it’s just a little round.”
Yan Xingli ignored him: "Do you like this hat? If you like it, I'll buy it for you."
The two children and one adult came out of the mall wearing matching hats. Qi Youyu walked in the middle, holding Yan Xingli's hand with her left hand and Xiao Hua, who was a bit taller, with her right hand. They swung on the swing every few steps.
The entire parking lot was filled with the giggling laughter of children.
"Are you that happy?" Yan Xingli asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Uncle, I'm so happy, I can share a lot with you."
"Yes, I received it." Yan Xingli teased her, "Do you want to go buy a couple more outfits and stay happy for a while longer?"
"No need to trouble yourself." Qi Youyu looked up, her big, dark eyes sparkling. She clasped her hands together. "I'd be happy to have seafood triangular rice balls."
This child is so easy to raise.
Every day after she arrived, she ate a triangular rice ball, and each time it was like the first time she ate it, as if she could never get tired of it.
Yan Xingli raised his lips: "I think you were a triangular rice ball in your past life."
The child wholeheartedly agreed, his cheerful tone tinged with pride: "That's right, I must have been a delicious triangular rice ball in my past life."
*
The grandfather and grandson had been running around all day. Yan Xingli collapsed on the sofa and dozed off for half an hour before stubbornly getting up.
As a male celebrity, one's professional ethics mean that even if one is exhausted, one must get up and do skincare.
There are no ugly men in the world, only lazy men.
Yan Xingli has a knack for skincare and beauty. She insists on exercising and working out every night before bed to make sure she looks good from every angle on camera.
After showering, giving yourself a full-body essential oil massage followed by applying a thick layer of body lotion is a routine procedure.
Yan Xingli, wearing a bathrobe, was busy working in front of a pile of bottles and jars when Qi Youyu came in with a lollipop in her mouth, leaned on his lap, and asked:
"Uncle, what are you doing?"
"It's getting prettier."
"Me too!" Qi Youyu leaned her chubby face closer. "I want something pretty too."
"You are already very beautiful."
The child's skin is fair and rosy, with a face full of collagen that has a natural highlight and smoothness, a natural, healthy skin that no amount of cosmetic procedures can achieve.
"Then I want to put on some perfume too."
Yan Xingli reluctantly cut out a small clump of black bandage and rubbed it on Qi Youyu's toes. He also cut a few holes in a washcloth, soaked it in mineral water, and used it as a face mask for the child.
The grandfather and granddaughter lay on the large sofa, with Yu Yu nestled in her uncle's armpit, enjoying this peaceful and leisurely time.
The baby rolls over.
"Huh."
"Uncle, why is your hair all bald? You don't have any hair growing here?"
Yan Xingli: "They're all taken off."
Qi Youyu sat up, her surprised expression becoming a meme.
Yan Xingli put his arms behind his head, and with an air of nonchalance, lifted his eyelids: "Why that expression? Don't the men on your planet shave their body hair?"
"I have no idea."
“But my dad can tie a bow here.” Qi Youyu covered her mouth and laughed. “He makes a ‘werwer’ sound, and my mom says he’s imitating a donkey braying.”
“Your father is so unscrupulous,” Yan Xingli said disdainfully. “If I have the chance in the future, I’ll talk to him about it.”
It's dirty for a grown man to have armpit hair. A truly clean man should take care of his armpits; this is an important symbol of a modern man.
Qi Youyu took it seriously and became even more determined to bring her uncle into the fold in the future.
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