Chapter 48. Fish is Doraemon!
Before going to bed on a weekend night, Yu Yu received a package from Jurassic Time and Space.
"uncle."
"The seven-colored flowers sent by my parents have arrived."
The little flowers were well protected, housed in exquisitely designed ceramic pots, and you could smell the fresh scent of soil if you lowered your head slightly.
The little flowers looked so fresh, as if they had just been dug out of the soil and planted in a pot; the whole plant was full of energy.
There were five small flowers in total, each in a pot of a different color. Yu Yu, carrying one of the pots, burst into Yan Xingli's room, startling her uncle, who was secretly arguing with his haters, so much that his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
The little boy, as energetic as a calf, rushed to his bedside: "Uncle, smell it!"
Yan Xingli, still shaken, asked, "Weren't you asleep just now?"
"I fell asleep, and then I woke up again." Yu Yu held up the potted plant with both hands, her short legs trying to climb onto the bed. "Uncle, let me let you smell it."
Yan Xingli twitched his forehead and quickly took the potted plant from Yu Yu's hand.
"Don't put the potted plants on the bed, or the soil will all be scattered on the bed."
"The flowers smell nice." Yan Xingli supported the child with one hand. "Take it easy."
Yu Yu held up five short fingers: "Mom and Dad sent five!"
"Sending so many?"
"Give four pots to my uncle, and one pot to me."
Yan Xingli was surprised, then raised an eyebrow knowingly: "Your parents are quite polite."
Qi Youyu sat on her uncle's pillow, pointed to the potted plant and said, "Uncle, if you put the flower next to you, you will have sweet dreams."
A sweet dream?
Yan Xingli rolled his eyes to the heavens.
He wouldn't dare to even dream of it.
As long as I don't dream about doing those damn math problems, it's a blessing from my ancestors.
The next day, five pots of small flowers from the Jurassic period were neatly arranged on the windowsill.
Meng Xinyun was immediately captivated and couldn't help but ask, "Yuyu, what kind of flower is that? It's so beautiful, it looks like it's glowing!"
Yu Yu: "Sister, it's called the Seven-Colored Flower. My parents gave it to me."
Meng Xinyun's smile remained unchanged, but she couldn't help feeling sorry for Yu Yu. It was truly remarkable that her child could develop such a sunny and optimistic personality despite her parents' long absences.
Meng Xinyun didn't know much about flowers and plants. Although she thought the seven-colored flower looked special, she didn't think about it in any other way.
She watered the flowers with Yu Yu and made a simple barrier on the windowsill to prevent her daughter from accidentally pushing the potted plants off.
The day before Yan Xingli's birthday, Yu Yu took leave from work, packed her bags, and the grandmother and granddaughter embarked on a trip to the deep mountains for a vacation.
Tired of the hustle and bustle of the city? Occasionally going to the mountains for some peace and quiet is good for your physical and mental health.
Yan Xingli contacted a Taoist temple deep in the mountains through a friend. The temple could provide food and lodging and met all his needs.
Yan Xingli plans to go live on his birthday to connect with fans and give away cash prizes and mountain produce he picked himself.
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Tingsong Temple is a little-known Taoist temple in City C, not even ranked among the top in the country. There are only five people in the temple, a master and his disciples.
Upon hearing that the production crew was coming to stay, the young Taoist priests were overjoyed. They worked through the night to prepare several rooms and clean the courtyard, hoping to earn some money from incense offerings.
However, the shabby appearance of the small Taoist temple greatly surprised everyone.
[Oh my god, is that wooden door for real? It feels like it could fall down and hit my ingrown toenail at any moment!]
[Where did the production team find this Taoist temple? It's so poor!! There's no heating or air conditioning, Yu Yu will freeze to death sleeping at night.]
[Ahhh, Tingsong Temple! It's a Taoist temple in my hometown county! The fortune telling here is incredibly accurate. My parents go up the mountain every year to have their fortunes told by the master!]
Upon arriving, Yu Yu, unfazed, rode her little flower and wandered around the Taoist temple.
Yan Xingli climbed a steep mountain for an hour, his legs trembling with exhaustion. With Xiao Hua, his reliable bodyguard, by his side, he went with the child.
Little Flower is now in the form of a tricycle with a small basket on the back, which is filled with snacks.
Wherever the snack cart goes, snacks are distributed; even the hens laying eggs in their coops get a bag of Want Want Little Buns.
Qi Youyu wandered over to the kitchen in the back hill.
The Taoist temple still uses an old-fashioned kitchen, which requires manual fire-making and control of the heat.
Smoke from the stove drifted out through the wide-open door, and two young Taoist priests were cooking in the smoky kitchen.
Yu Yu got out of the car, covered her nose, and craned her neck to ask loudly, "Excuse me, is anyone there?"
"Yes," a young Taoist priest answered loudly, coming out of the kitchen. "Little friend, is there something you need?"
Yu Yu breathed a huge sigh of relief: "Thank goodness, you're alive."
The young Taoist priest chuckled. He squatted down, sizing up the chubby little girl in front of him, and a guess formed in his mind:
"You're a minor celebrity, right?"
“No,” Yu Yu said seriously. “I’m a little scientist, and I have many little inventions.”
The internet in the mountains is not very good, and videos often fail to load. The young Taoist priest spends his time in seclusion in the mountains, either growing vegetables, collecting bird eggs, or repairing the Taoist temple. He knows very little about what is happening outside.
He joked, "You can even invent things? What have you invented?"
"Much older."
Fishy, with her little belly sticking out, patted the tricycle with its little flower design, "This is my little invention."
The young Taoist priest was four or five years younger than Yan Xingli, and was at the age when he was very playful.
He teased the child, saying, "Wow, this car is your little invention! It's so amazing! Can I borrow it for a ride?"
“Sure,” Yu Yu nodded generously. “Come on up, I’ll give you a ride.”
The young Taoist priest looked at the car seat, which was barely half the size of his buttocks, waved his hand and laughed, "Thanks, but if I sit down, your little car will fall apart."
The little flower, who could understand human speech, protested: "Master Fish, please tell him I'm not a weakling."
“Xiaohua said it’s not a weakling,” Yuyu repeated seriously. “It wants you to sit on it.”
The young Taoist priest blinked in confusion and looked around for a while.
"Who is Little Flower? Do you have any companions?"
Qi Youyu pointed with her little hand: "It's a little flower."
The child extended a warm invitation, and the young Taoist priest, unable to refuse, got into the car less than a minute later. It was as if he had defied gravity and soared into the sky.
"!!!"
"I've succeeded, Daoist Master?!"
—What the hell?! This car can fly!!
I knew it! Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter!
The young Taoist priest was terrified.
[These days are so much fun! Anyone want the little Taoist priest's terrified expression meme? You can get it from Weibo.]
Upon hearing his junior brother's scream, another Taoist priest dropped his spatula and ran out.
The senior brother, looking up, was horrified: "Junior brother, where are you going?!"
He took two quick steps after him, then looked up and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Junior brother, you ascended to heaven without taking your senior brother and master with you, what kind of nonsense is this! You have disappointed your senior brother so much!"
The young Taoist priest, his face flushed red with rage, turned around and shouted, "Wang Fugui, you son of a bitch! Who ascends to immortality with a tricycle?! Are you out of your mind?!"
The young Taoist priest frantically grabbed the handlebars of the small car. It was quite a sight to see a 1.78-meter-tall adult huddled up in a small ball, trembling and clenching his buttocks, afraid that he might accidentally crash.
Yu Yu stood below and waved to the little Taoist priest: "Big brother, don't be afraid, open your mouth, Xiao Hua will catch you!"
[Gutter? Hahahaha, what has the kid been watching this time? His vocabulary is expanding so fast!]
The young Taoist priest belatedly realized what was happening and looked at the little guy at his feet: "Little friend, who is Xiao Hua? Did you send my junior brother to heaven?"
Yu Yu answers every question: "Xiao Hua is my little robot. Xiao Hua sends big brother to heaven."
"Will he be able to get down?"
"Of course you can."
The Taoist priest looked anxious: "Then quickly bring him down."
Qi Youyu: "Big brother, don't worry, I—"
"It's my turn to sit now, look how pleased that kid is!"
Fish: oo
[This is absolutely hilarious, everyone! Hahaha!]
[Accompany one!]
A girl waiting for the same robot as Xiaohua (a popular Chinese actress) broke down. Everyone can sit on it, but I can't.
Little Flower carried the noisy little Taoist priest around in the air, and not a single snack in the basket spilled.
Having shown off enough, Xiao Hua landed unhurriedly and delivered the young Taoist priest, whose legs were weak but who was excited, to his senior brother's side.
The two brothers took turns riding the little flower bike around. When they realized that the two older brothers were looking at them too passionately, Yu Yu casually took two jelly candies from the basket and stuffed them into their hands before quickly riding away on the tricycle.
Behind them, two young Taoist priests, their hands tucked into their sleeves, exchanged sighs of satisfaction, their faces showing a sense of unfinished business.
"Hey, senior brother, is it too late for me to start studying science now?"
"Junior brother, do you want to betray our sect? Be careful, or I'll tell Master."
Young Taoist priest: "Senior brother, we are all fellow disciples, so please correct your habit of tattletales."
The senior brother sneered, "Now you know we're fellow disciples? Who was it that called me Wang Fugui just now?"
"..."
The food at the Taoist temple is simple, and all the vegetables are grown by the young Taoist priests themselves. A piece of land on the back mountain is specially fenced off to raise chickens and ducks.
The mountains are full of insects and rodents. In addition to eating feed, the poultry also hunt for wild food as snacks. They look thin but have shiny feathers and are all muscle.
Therefore, whether fried, boiled, or stir-fried, the meat is incredibly sweet and firm, and even a quick stir in the pan makes it much more delicious than the feed chickens from the foot of the mountain.
Some staff members even offered to buy some chickens and ducks to take home, but the young Taoist priests refused.
The Taoist temple is so remote that apart from locals who are familiar with the mountain roads and come to offer incense and pray for blessings during festivals, and bring some food and drinks, there are basically no people coming here on ordinary days.
Transportation up and down the mountain is inconvenient, so they buy daily necessities every two weeks. Poultry is the meat and food for the entire Taoist temple, and selling them means raising them again, which is really not worthwhile.
All the staff who wanted to buy some meat to take home had to regretfully give up their plans.
The mountain environment was also confirmed by Xiaohua, who reported it to Yuyu using brainwaves:
【Master Fish, the energy field here is cleaner than at home. Perhaps you could consider buying this mountain.】
The proactive child immediately asked, "Grandpa Zheng, I want to buy a mountain. How much does it cost?"
Zheng Shoucheng paused, his hand holding the chopsticks still: "Which mountain?"
Fish: "Here."
Zheng Shoucheng fell silent. He turned to look out the window, where a continuous mountain range stretched out like a green net. Not to mention the rare plants and animals in the mountains, the more than 100 hectares of mountains were more than enough to build a military base.
Besides, they follow socialism, not capitalism, so they can't just sell such a large piece of land easily.
"Fish, we probably can't buy this."
Qi Youyu sat up straight: "Grandpa, I have a lot of money."
Zheng Shoucheng felt that the child's obsession with buying the mountain was unusually strong, so he gently asked, "Yuyu, can you tell Grandpa why you want to buy the mountain?"
Yan Xingli, who was listening intently nearby, gritted his teeth. What else could it be but to raise her dear uncle into a savage?
Yu Yu: "Because I want to give my uncle a new home."
Zheng Shoucheng cast his deep gaze toward Yan Xingli.
Yan Xingli felt a chill run down his spine. He chuckled awkwardly and explained, "Director Zheng, the child was just having a whim. You don't need to take it seriously."
Yu Yu is the daughter of the Yan family, and behind her is an entire business empire. It's hard for Zheng Shoucheng not to associate her with the two CEOs of the Yan family.
"No, I'm serious." Yu Yu swallowed the little meatball in her mouth. "I just want to give my uncle a new home."
Zheng Shoucheng: "Yuyu, Grandpa understands your filial piety towards your uncle, but a family doesn't necessarily have to be the whole mountain."
Why would Yan Xingli live alone in such a big mountain? Can he sleep at night?
“You like a quiet environment, right?” Zheng Shoucheng said. “With your current income, you can definitely afford a villa that meets your requirements.”
Director Zheng was being conservative; Yu Yu's contributions are beyond monetary measure. Giving her a courtyard house in City A would be a huge profit for the country.
Yu Yu pouted, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back; she harbored too many unspeakable little secrets in her heart.
Just then, an unusual noise came from outside, followed by cries of pain and shouts.
"Xiao Wang, are you alright? Ouch, you're bleeding."
"No, don't worry about me yet. Is the machine damaged? Please check it for me."
"Okay, okay, don't get agitated, I'll check right away."
If a camera worth millions is damaged, even with insurance coverage, you'll still inevitably be penalized.
During lunch break, cameraman Xiao Wang went out to shoot outdoor scenes.
The interior of the Taoist temple has been renovated over the years and is relatively flat, while the exterior is a bumpy mountain road with many uneven stones.
Cameraman Xiao Wang wasn't paying attention to his footing and tripped over a protruding rock. He was already carrying equipment, and his balance faltered, causing a deep, bone-revealing cut to his right arm from the sharp rock.
Yu Yu's ears are so sharp they seem to hear everything. Before Yan Xingli could even hear clearly, the child had already picked up her rice bowl and run off, with Xiao Hua following closely behind.
"I'm here."
Yan Xingli chased after him, holding his rice bowl, saying, "Slow down, why are you running so fast?"
As soon as Yu Yu stepped outside, she saw Xiao Wang's miserable state. A few people were scattered around, some checking the machinery and others helping the injured.
Yan Xingli was afraid of scaring the child, so he said, "Uncle will take Uncle Zhang down the mountain. You and Sister Meng stay on the mountain and behave yourselves."
Yu Yu glanced at him and said, "Uncle, this is Uncle Wang, not Uncle Zhang."
In an awkward situation, Yan Xingli was trying to figure out how to make amends when Yu Yu gave him a quick look. Xiao Hua understood immediately and quickly pulled a small bottle out of her belly.
Yan Xingli's eyelids twitched; he knew what the child was about to do.
The short, stocky girl strode about, and no one noticed her. She held the small bottle and quickly sprayed it three times onto Xiao Wang's injured area.
What is the fish doing?
[A clear liquid... could it be alcohol? Holy crap, just imagining that hurts!]
[You're so great, baby! You knew to disinfect the wound. Good baby!]
Xiao Wang, whose attention was entirely focused on the machine, was pulled back to his senses by the strange sensation in his arm. He shivered from the sudden chill.
Then the intense pain and burning sensation in the wound disappeared.
Xiao Wang looked down and met a round head.
Yu Yu waved the wet wipe in her hand and said in a childish voice, "Uncle, wipe me clean."
Xiao Wang raised his arm, then his body trembled, and he cried out in a dry voice, "I, I'm healed, I don't hurt anymore."
The pupils of the others trembled.
Someone took the wet wipe from Yu Yu and incredulously wiped Xiao Wang's arm.
"The wound is really gone."
"Holy crap, a miracle drug!"
The live chat was flooded with comments about the miracle drug: "Which company makes this drug? Come out and claim it!"
[This packaging... looks like a no-name brand product. Seriously, could it be another of Yu Yu's little inventions?]
[Impossible. YuYu knows absolutely nothing about pharmacology. This level of drug requires a very broad and solid foundation in pharmacology.]
Could this rapid healing ability be used in cosmetic procedures, such as for burns or scalds?
Director Zheng, who arrived late, learned what had just happened from Meng Xinyun, and his expression immediately became incredibly complicated.
Meng Xinyun was on the verge of tears: "Director Zheng, I swear this is the first time I've ever seen a miracle drug, I didn't mean to hide it."
Having a little genius like Doraemon is truly impossible to guard against.
Director Zheng sighed.
"Control the online public opinion."
"I'll make a call."
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