Chapter 10
With the help of Bo Yiming and Xingxing, Zhou Xu easily captured a fat duck.
Seeing this, the other chickens, ducks and geese were frightened and ran away in all directions.
Zhou Xu had to hurry and cook the duck, and let Xiaoqi play with his two brothers for the time being.
Bo Yiming had never seen ducks being killed before, so he wanted to follow them out of curiosity, so he said to Xingxing, "Xingxing, why don't you take Xiaoqi brother to play for a while?"
The seven-year-old Xingxing lowered her eyes, and the four-year-old Xiaoqi looked up.
There seemed to be a spark between the four eyes.
The next second, Xiao Qi stretched out her arms and hugged Brother Yiming's waist, and stopped him in a milky voice: "Brother, don't look at the ducks, play with Xiao Qi~"
Bo Yiming bent down and picked up Xiaoqi. It was the first time for him to hold such a big child, and he couldn't help but say: "It turns out that Xiaoqi looks chubby, but he is actually very light."
"Hmm~ Xiaoqi gently."
Although it was a little uncomfortable for Brother Yiming to hold her, Xiaoqi rested her chin on her brother's shoulder and looked at the stars happily, with a little pride in her big eyes~
Xingxing glanced at Bo Yiming's hand, then turned to grab a handful of foxtail grass outside the chicken coop fence.
[What’s going on? Xiaoqi and Xingxing are fighting over my brother? 】
[The atmosphere is not right.] Children, please don’t quarrel.
[Not really. Xingxing is seven years old after all, and seems to be quite sensible.]
【Xiao Qi: Oh, so I am the one who is ignorant? 】
[Xingxing: I only regret that I am not three and a half years old, otherwise Brother Yiming would definitely hug me! 】
By the lake.
The cabin has a relatively complete set of fishing gear and bait.
Zhu Wei thought that if she could catch two crucian carps, it would be a snack for the evening.
But she had no fishing experience and didn't know how to operate the equipment.
Although Chu Han had fished before, he used a ready-made fishing rod, so he didn't know how to assemble it.
Wen Cishu and Rongrong walked over and saw the two of them gathered around a pile of fishing gear parts, flipping through the instructions.
"Let me try?"
Chu Han handed him the instruction manual.
Wen Cishu smiled: "No, I mean, should I try to assemble a fishing rod?"
"Yiming's father also knows this?"
Zhu Wei moved aside a little, her expression no less than that of knowing that the weak and gentle man in front of her could break a stone with his chest.
"I fished there about ten years ago. But the fishing gear may be more advanced now."
Wen Cishu said this while studying the parts. He guessed that the program crew probably took into account that the guests might all be novices, so they prepared regular fishing rod sets.
Chu Han smiled: "That's better than the two of us. Come on, let's help take it out."
Outside the house, Wen Cishu was concentrating on assembling a fishing rod. His slender white fingers were extremely dexterous, as if he was extremely familiar with this task.
[Wife, you are actually... a fisherman? 】
[For the first time, I feel that fishermen are not so strange (no offense to fishermen)]
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In the nanny car outside the farm.
Uncle Xu was as surprised as the audience: "Sir, you can fish?"
He never knew about this.
"Our second young master is good at chess, fishing, playing the piano, calligraphy and painting, except for cooking with a spatula."
After Aunt Zhong finished speaking with some pride, she looked at the person on the screen who was casting a fishing rod and sighed slightly, "It's the same. He's not in good health."
Although it is a bit strange that "fishing" is listed alongside "music, chess, calligraphy and painting".
But Uncle Xu was still very impressed.
"I will definitely take care of him. The young master has been taking good care of him for so many years."
A thought flashed quickly through Aunt Zhong's mind.
If the eldest son of the Bo family really cared, he shouldn't have let the second son have a child.
Ten years ago, I narrowly escaped death at the gates of hell.
If it weren't for the second young master's good fortune, he might not have been here today.
However, she kept these words in her heart and would not mention them to others.
Although I have worked with Uncle Xu for ten years and know him inside and out, he is still a member of the Bo family after all.
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By the lake.
In the breeze, Wen Cishu and Rongrong were taking care of a fishing rod.
He hummed a nursery rhyme softly, looked at the cute little girl, and couldn't help teasing her, "Rongrong, usually when children go fishing for the first time, they will have special gains."
"Really, uncle?" Rongrong stretched her white little neck to look.
She had never touched a fishing rod before, and she held it nervously, not daring to shake it.
[Wife, don’t say it too early. Wouldn’t you be disappointed if Rongrong is not here? 】
Let me be a fish! I want to take my wife's bait! 】
[Today's comments are really bizarre (I just want to braid my wife's hair... I'm a kindergarten teacher!]
After a while.
Rongrong felt that the fishing rod seemed to move forward. "uncle!"
She clearly saw the thin transparent fishing line go taut in an instant.
"Shh." Wen Cishu's face was filled with a gentle smile, "Let's not disturb Xiaoyu."
Rongrong quickly pursed her little lips and looked at her uncle's eyes, unable to hide the excitement.
Wow, uncle didn’t lie to her, there was really something to gain!
Wen Cishu, with his fluffy little hands, slowly reeled in the fishing line, and then pulled up a small white fish the size of his palm.
After the fishhook was taken out, the little whitefish was still swinging its tail wildly, and its silvery scales were flashing with spots of light.
Wen Cishu put it into a bright yellow bucket, causing quite a splash of water.
"Uncle, Xiaoyuer is still alive!" Rongrong moved forward holding a small bucket.
[No, honey, are you serious? 】
[So calm!] I really like this kind of beauty.]
[Really, I feel more and more that Yiming's father has a calm and relaxed aura, as if he has cultivated a calm and relaxed aura]
【keep? How to raise it? Whoever gives me a beautiful male wife, I will keep her for her! 】
【Meet the beautiful wife】
The live broadcast screen was instantly filled with the word "Connect".
Soon, Wen Cishu caught another big crucian carp.
She looked up at her uncle with her starry eyes, and said in an admiring tone: "Uncle is really awesome~"
Wen Cishu felt so happy when he heard this that he couldn't help but say, "Uncle's mother is amazing. She can fish, speak many languages, and cook all kinds of delicious food."
"Wow." Rongrong nodded vigorously. "My mother is also very good. She can sing beautiful songs. It's just that..."
The little girl suddenly felt lost and her voice became weak.
Wen Cishu asked softly, "What's wrong, Rongrong?"
Rongrong said softly with grievance: "Mom can no longer wear beautiful dresses and hold concerts. Dad said that Mom can't even sing her own songs anymore."
She loved her mother very much, and when she said this, there was a hint of sadness in her two big eyes.
[Rongmei, don't cry, don't cry, woo woo woo]
[Zhu Wei’s former agent was really ruthless, but with such a huge influence, it is really difficult to fight for the copyright]
[See if there is anyone who can recognize a talent and see the commercial value of Zhu Wei. Otherwise it’s really difficult…】
“I see.”
Wen Cishu didn't know Zhu Wei, but he had heard of her because her early famous songs were sung at the national level.
I didn’t expect that as a singer, I couldn’t sing my own songs?
Wen Cishu felt sorry for the little cutie in front of him and hurried to comfort him, "Rongrong, please don't be sad, okay?"
"Yeah." Rongrong nodded obediently, "I made a wish on my birthday. I hope my mother can wear a very long skirt and sing on the stage. Then I can watch with my father in the audience."
Wen Cishu couldn't help feeling soft in his heart as he listened to the child's best wishes to his mother.
"When the time comes, uncle will go too, as will brother Yiming, and Rongrong will watch mom sing beautiful songs together."
Rongrong heard the uncle's praise for her mother and couldn't help asking, "Wow, uncle, have you also heard the songs that mother sings?"
"Of course." Wen Cishu liked the little girl's face more and more. It was round and chubby, with a kind of amiable and soft look.
He couldn't help but think of what his mother once said, that she originally planned to have a little daughter.
Unfortunately, he was the last one to be born. Not only was he not a caring little one, he was also born with a weak body and heart disease.
Rongrong smiled and clapped her hands: "Okay! Then, uncle and brother will sit next to me."
She seemed to be at her mother's concert, smiling from ear to ear.
At this time, the fishing rod vibrates.
Rongrong exclaimed: "Ah, there are fish again! Uncle! That's great."
This fish is not small. Wen Cishu stood up to collect the fishing rod, and Rongrong jumped beside him.
When Zhu Wei walked over, she felt that the scene was extremely warm.
[If Rongrong and the beauty are so destined to be together, why not take this opportunity to arrange a marriage for them? 】
[No, I have already thought of a CP name for Mingzai and Xingxing, it’s called “Qimingxing”]
【? Ah, you are riding a rocket! 】
That afternoon, Wen Cishu went fishing and Zhou Xu caught ducks.
Dinner included duck soup, beer duck, and milky white crucian carp soup, which was extraordinarily sumptuous.
Zhou Xu was so happy that he didn't want to leave: "This farm is simply a paradise. I don't even want to leave."
Xiao Qi held up the duck wings in her hands and protested: "No, Mom is at home."
Wen Cishu glanced at his son's watch and his mind shifted slightly.
Wait until everyone goes back to their rooms.
Bo Yiming cheered and was about to take a bath in the "cute bathtub".
"Dad will help you pack your clothes." Wen Cishu followed in with the toiletries he brought from home, and picked up his son's watch that he had placed next to the sink.
The figures of the father and son disappeared from the camera at the same time, and the audience reacted extremely intensely.
[I want to see a beautiful lady emerging from her bath, is there no chance of seeing her? 】
Or you can just look at the cute bathtub! 】
[This crappy show, every scene is mediocre when viewed alone, but when my wife appears, really, my eyes light up just by looking at her]
Bo Yiming filled the square bathtub with water and stepped into it with a splash.
His limbs have not fully grown yet, and the proportion of his legs is already alarming. It is a bit uncomfortable for him to sit like this, and he tries hard to find a suitable sitting position.
When he turned his head, he found that his father was leaning against the sink, seemingly studying his watch.
"Hmm? Little daddy?"
Wen Cishu glanced at the recording microphone and confirmed that it had been turned off.
But he still lowered his voice and said to his son: "Dad, use your watch and send a message."
"Oh." Bo Yiming tried hard to sink his shoulders into the water.
——Does Little Daddy miss Big Daddy?
Wen Cishu opened the address book on his watch and saw a list of strange names. He spotted the best one among them at a glance - a long nickname that scrolled like a marquee.
[Knight Dad holding a small milk pot]
Wen Dictionary:?
He glanced at his son who had completely forgotten the special note on his watch.
His fingertips continued to slide down, searching for his notes.
【The Princess and the Pea’s Little Dad】
Wen Dictionary:? ?
This disrespectful brat!
Bo Yiming was blowing bubbles. When he realized what was going on with the strange look, he turned his head to look over. "Huh? What's wrong with little daddy? Do I look so cute?" He grinned and tilted his head.
Wen Cishu took a deep breath.
Forget it, I’m still using his watch to send messages.
He forced himself to ignore the two strange names and slowly typed on the small pinyin keyboard: [Can you help me understand Zhu Wei's situation? It seems like she can't hold concerts or anything like that, I want to know more clearly. (dictionary)】
After he clicked "End of Input", a prompt popped up on the screen:
Please confirm [Cute and handsome little master - Mingming baby], this message is sent to [Knight Dad holding a small milk pot]
Wen Dictionary:? ? ?
He was silent for a moment before clicking "Confirm Send".
Usually at this time, Bo Tingyuan is also very busy.
After sending the letter, he put down his watch and prepared to wash up.
But as soon as I picked up the toothbrush, the small square screen lit up with a soft white light.
[Knight Big Daddy holding a small milk pan]: [Don't worry, we're taking care of it. 】
Wen Cishu turned around with his watch in his hand and leaned his long legs against the edge of the sink.
What does it mean to be processed?
Did he go and let people know about the situation after watching the live broadcast?
Could it be that he knew he would bring it up, and was so predictable?
Wen Cishu thought typing was difficult, and they would meet after the show tomorrow, so he didn't ask any more questions. [Okay, I understand]
[Knight Big Daddy holding a small milk pan]: [Why didn't you mention fishing? 】
"Hmm?" Wen Cishu asked softly.
How did he jump into fishing?
[There are many more things I can do.] 】
After clicking send, Wen Cishu stared at the screen and chuckled to himself.
In the bathtub.
Bo Yiming paid a little attention and found that his young father was actually grinning at his little watch.
Did Big Daddy send some news that made Little Daddy happy?
But Big Daddy is so serious, can he make people happy?
Bo Yiming fell into deep thought, trying to imagine his grandfather's expression and behavior when he told a joke.
Half a minute later, he gave up:
——This is more difficult than his final English exam!
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Wen Cishu sent another message without waiting for Bo Tingyuan's reply.
[Okay, secret contact is against the program team's rules. You should go to bed early, good night. 】
[Knight Big Daddy holding a small milk pan]: [See you tomorrow. 】
Just three simple words, nothing surprising.
Wen was distracted while reading the dictionary.
——Shouldn’t you say good night? Um?
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