Chapter 70 (First Update of Chapter 70)
Chapter Seventy:
When they got home, Ye Qingxi offered to help carry the bag containing the dolls, but Mu Shaoyan refused.
He carried a large bag of steamed buns in his left hand and a large bag of dolls in his right, looking like he had just finished buying goods from the wholesale market, and he rushed into the house in a flurry.
Mu Feng: ...
"You just got back from Yiwu?"
Mu Shaoyan: ? ? ?
Mu Shaoyan: ...
Mu Shaoyan raised his left hand, “These are the steamed buns your dear grandson ordered.”
Mu Shaoyan raised his right hand, "The doll your dear grandson won."
Mu Feng looked at the whole bag of dolls and said, "My grandson is really amazing."
Ye Qingxi: ...
Ye Qingxi blushed and quickly said, "It wasn't me, it was my uncle who caught it for me. My uncle is amazing."
Mu Feng immediately changed his tune, "Him? That's called neglecting his duties."
Mu Shaoyan: ? ? ?
Mu Shaoyan was speechless.
So, it seems that his precious grandson is the one who's good at catching people, while Mu Shaoyan is the one who's just not doing his job properly?
How can someone be so hypocritical?
Mu Shaoyan was confused. "Am I really your biological son?"
Mu Feng: "Sometimes I also think about this question."
Mu Shaoyan: ...
Mu Shaoyan turned and left in anger, and Ye Qingxi quickly followed him into the kitchen.
They put the steamed buns in the refrigerator.
Duan's mother had already helped to divide them, basically ten in a bag.
"Auntie, this is for you." Ye Qingxi took out a portion and said, "Take it back for your family to eat."
"Oh, I can't accept that. I'll steam some for you tomorrow, so you can have it for breakfast," Aunt Zhang said with a smile.
"No need," Ye Qingxi said. "I want to eat steamed egg custard tomorrow morning."
"Okay, then I'll make steamed egg custard tomorrow morning. What about Shao Yan?"
"I really want to eat steamed buns," Mu Shaoyan said. "Aunt Zhang, could you steam a few with meat and some with eggplant? I want to try the eggplant ones that Aunt Duan makes."
"good."
"Then please accept this bag, Auntie~ Uncle Li already accepted them all~"
Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhang finally agreed, saying, "Thank you so much, Auntie!"
"You are welcome."
After seeing Zhang Sao off, Ye Qingxi continued to take stock, "I'll send one to Dad, and I'll give my uncle one when he brings me back tomorrow afternoon. Then my aunt can eat with us when she comes back."
Otherwise, Mu Shaoting's dormitory didn't have a steamer, so steaming wouldn't be convenient.
"You're sending a copy to your dad too?" Mu Shaoyan felt it was unnecessary. "Isn't he coming back around next weekend?"
"Is Shaowu coming back around the weekend?" Mu Feng had appeared at the kitchen doorway at some point.
Ye Qingxi nodded, "Dad said he wants to come back to participate in my sports meet."
Upon hearing this, Mu Feng nodded slightly.
He always felt that Mu Shaowu should come back.
What's a broken TV compared to Ye Qingxi's sports meet?
This was his first sports meet since becoming father and son with Ye Qingxi, and it wouldn't be right for him, as the father, to miss it.
Besides, with so many people involved in filming, does the show really stop working without him?
Even if he's the main character, he can still film the supporting characters first.
There's absolutely no need to let acting interfere with building a relationship with your child.
"He's sensible," Mu Feng said. "Since your brother is going, Mu Shaoyan, you shouldn't go."
Mu Shaoyan: ? ? ? ! ! !
Mu Shaoyan refused to agree, "My brother might not even be able to outrun me right now. Don't you want your precious grandson to get first place?"
Mu Feng: ...
Mu Feng looked at his young, vigorous son, who was full of youthful energy.
It seems that's true. At eighteen, he's at his physical peak. It would be a real shame not to help Ye Qingxi get first place.
"You're only useful at times like this," Mu Fengrui commented.
Mu Shaoyan: ...
Mu Shaoyan thought his father should remain silent.
It's not good for him.
"Auntie, could you please send some steamed buns to my dad for me tomorrow?" Ye Qingxi asked.
Aunt Zhang nodded, "That's right, I don't know your father's address."
Ye Qingxi slapped her forehead. Oh dear, how could I have forgotten about that?
He immediately sent a WeChat message to Mu Shaowu: "Dad, what's the location where you're filming? Could you send it to me?"
Mu Shaowu was sitting in the nanny van waiting for his scene when he saw the WeChat message he received, and he quickly replied.
Ye Qingxi forwarded the address he sent to Aunt Zhang, saying, "Now Auntie knows."
"Yes." Aunt Zhang nodded.
Mu Shaowu then messaged him, asking: "Why are you suddenly asking for my address?"
Ye Qingxi replied to him: 【I'll send you something.】
Mu Shaowu sat up straight instantly as a phone call came in.
Ye Qingxi: ? ? ?
Ye Qingxi answered the phone with a puzzled look, "Dad."
"Hey~" Mu Shaowu replied cheerfully, "What are you going to send to Daddy, baby?"
"steamed stuffed bun."
"Steamed buns?" Mu Shaowu was puzzled. "Why are you suddenly sending steamed buns to Dad?"
"Aunt Duan's steamed buns are delicious, so please have some, Dad."
Mu Shaowu's heart softened immediately. Look at him, what an obedient child!
Fortunately, it was his son.
Mu Shaowu said in a low voice, "Wow, thank you so much, baby~ Daddy hasn't had steamed buns in so long, Daddy was just craving some~"
The agent, assistant, and driver standing nearby: ???
No, Brother Mu, why are you suddenly so tight?
How terrifying!
"I'll mail it to you tomorrow, Dad, remember to receive it then!"
"No problem, Dad is already looking forward to it."
Ye Qingxi smiled and said to him, "Then you should get some rest. I'm going to sleep now. Goodnight~"
"Goodnight." After saying that, Mu Shaowu gave his phone a couple of "kiss" sounds.
The agent, assistant, and driver standing nearby: ???
Wow, their Brother Mu can even give kisses! How come we never noticed before!
Mu Shaowu, who could make "kissing" sounds, hung up the phone and proudly boasted to the people around him, "You know what? My son is going to send me something!"
Agent, assistant, driver: ...They weren't deaf, they all heard it.
After showing off, Mu Shaowu couldn't help but sigh, "My son must have missed me a lot while I was away, so much so that he thinks of me even when he's eating a steamed bun. He loves it!"
The agent standing to the side: ...I think it's your favorite.
"Keep an eye on my packages these next few days, and don't miss my steamed buns!" Mu Shaowu instructed.
"Okay," the agent said helplessly.
"Also, I need to ask for leave in a few days," Mu Shaowu said calmly.
Agent: ? ? ?
"What's up? You don't have any plans lately."
"How can there be no event? My son is having a sports day! How can this not count as an event?!"
Agent: "...This, this is considered an event?"
"Of course!" Mu Shaowu said righteously, "This is one of the most important events in primary and secondary schools, and it's also the first important event for me as his father. I definitely can't be absent!"
broker:……
What could the agent say? Mu Shaowu was now completely doting on his son, so he could only nod and agree, "Okay. I'll talk to the director tomorrow to rearrange your filming schedule."
Mu Shaowu was satisfied and lowered his head to look at the script.
Ye Qingxi was busy placing the dolls that Mu Shaoyan had helped her catch in her bedroom, Mu Shaowu's bedroom, and Mu Feng's bedroom.
After he finished placing them, he didn't forget to put one on the sofa in Mu Feng's study. "Grandpa, I'm putting one here for you, as if I'm keeping you company."
Mu Feng looked at the little cat wearing a tiger-head hat in front of him: ...Okay, okay.
Ye Qingxi then ran to Mu Shaoyan's bedroom and placed one on his bed as well. "Uncle, put this here, you're not allowed to throw it away."
"When have I ever thrown anything at you?" Mu Shaoyan looked at him. "Don't worry, even if you leave a crumpled piece of paper in my room, I'll just think you want to play with it, I won't throw it away."
Ye Qingxi: ...He's not a cotton candy, why would he play with paper balls?
Speaking of cotton candy, Ye Qingxi also placed a happy little dog doll on the sofa in the living room.
Cotton Candy curiously approached, stared for two seconds, and then stuck out her tongue to lick the fur of the "little dog" in front of her.
Ye Qingxi chuckled.
He watched as the cotton candy struggled to lick its fur, patted its head, and returned to Mu Feng's bedroom.
There were still two dolls that hadn't been placed yet. Ye Qingxi planned to put one in Mu Shaoting's bedroom and the other in Mu Zheng's bedroom, but they weren't there right now. Ye Qingxi felt a little embarrassed to go into their bedrooms without their permission, so she decided to wait until they came back before giving them to them.
After finishing all his work, he was tired, so he left his bedroom, went to Mu Feng's study, pushed open the door, and called out, "Grandpa~"
Mu Feng didn't need to be urged at all; he stood up and, quite habitually, began to tell his little grandson a bedtime story.
Ye Qingxi: I feel like soon he'll be able to cultivate his grandfather's habit of going to bed early, yay!
The next day at noon, Mu Zheng and Qin Luan came to pick him and Qin Cheng up again.
"Xiao Xi, I heard from your grandfather that your father is coming back to participate in your sports meet, is that right?" Mu Zheng put a meatball on his plate and asked him.
Ye Qingxi nodded, "Mm."
"In that case, I won't go."
Mu Shaowu came back specifically for Ye Qingxi, and Mu Zheng felt embarrassed to take up Ye Qingxi's time at this time.
Since Mu Shaowu is back, let Ye Qingxi spend more time with him.
"Okay." Ye Qingxi had no objections.
—After all, his real father is coming, so there's no need for a surrogate father anymore.
Upon hearing this, Qin Cheng blinked almost imperceptibly but remained silent.
Ye Qingxi noticed his lowered eyes and wondered what was wrong.
Why do you seem a little disappointed?
He didn't ask him on the spot, but waited until after dinner, back in the dormitory, before asking him, "Brother, are you unhappy?"
"No," Qin Cheng said.
"Then why do you feel unhappy?"
Qin Cheng: ...
Qin Cheng wasn't actually unhappy; he was just a little disappointed.
“I thought Dad would participate in your sports meet,” he said softly.
Ye Qingxi: Huh?
Ye Qingxi asked in confusion, "You want your dad to participate in my sports meet?"
Qin Cheng nodded.
"Why?"
“Because…” Qin Cheng was a little embarrassed. He lowered his head, blinked his long eyelashes, and said in a low voice, “I have never participated in a parent-child sports meet with my dad before.”
At first, Qin Cheng didn't expect Mu Zheng to participate in Ye Qingxi's parent-child sports meet. He was just happy that Ye Qingxi wanted him to participate.
Later, when Mu Zheng got home, he asked him if his parents needed to participate in the sports meet. If not, he would have to go to Ye Qingxi's parent-child sports meet in place of his second uncle.
Qin Cheng is already in third grade, so he doesn't need to anymore.
But as he listened to Mu Zheng's words, he suddenly realized that he and Mu Zheng had never participated in a parent-child sports meet before!
However, he quickly cheered up again.
Since they both participated in Ye Qingxi's parent-child sports meet, it's equivalent to him and his father participating in the parent-child sports meet as well.
But now, Mu Zheng says he won't participate.
Qin Cheng knew, of course, that Mu Shaowu had returned, and Ye Qingxi's father had returned, so his father no longer needed to replace Ye Qingxi's father.
So he didn't say anything.
He was a little disappointed.
He participated with his mother and his uncle, but never with his father.
So, he felt a little regretful.
Looking at his downcast eyes, Ye Qingxi could roughly guess what he meant.
Indeed, Qin Cheng only recognized Mu Zheng this year and became Mu Zheng's father last year. However, there were no more parent-child activities in the second grade, so he couldn't participate in such activities with him before.
But this is simple, Ye Qingxi thought, isn't it just about having his uncle participate?
He can just call his uncle in a bit.
"It's alright, brother," Ye Qingxi said gently. "Maybe your father will still participate in the end."
“Your dad is back, so he definitely won’t be attending.”
“But my uncle insists on participating,” Ye Qingxi said. “My aunt is the same; even though Grandpa told them not to participate, they still want to come.”
“Now my dad, aunt, and uncle are all coming, so your dad might come too. They’re a family, and a family should naturally be all together.”
Qin Cheng thought it was unlikely.
Ye Qingxi advised him, "Go to sleep. Maybe when you wake up, your father will change his mind."
Qin Cheng: ...
Qin Cheng felt that it would be easier for him to dream about his father participating in a parent-child sports meet together.
“Okay, let’s go to sleep,” he said.
Ye Qingxi took off her coat and lay down on the bed.
He opened WeChat and started sending a message to Mu Zheng: "Uncle, why don't you come and participate in my sports meet?"
Ye Qingxi: [Your brother wants you to participate; he wants to participate with you.]
Ye Qingxi: [Around 2 PM, you can call him and tell him the news to make him happy.]
Ye Qingxi: [Don't tell him that I told you.]
Mu Zheng was somewhat surprised when he saw the message he had sent.
Qin Cheng actually wanted to participate in Ye Qingxi's parent-child sports activities with him.
That's true, he thought. He had long since missed the age for Qin Cheng's parent-child sports meet, and now if he wanted to experience this parent-child activity with him again, he could only do so through Ye Qingxi's sports meet.
Thinking of this, Mu Zheng couldn't help but laugh.
Thankfully, they have Ye Qingxi in their family.
Fortunately, Ye Qingxi told him about it.
Mu Zheng: [Okay, Uncle understands, thank you.]
Ye Qingxi: [You're welcome.]
Mu Zheng: [It's just... Xiao Xi, you're so young, yet you already know so many characters? You can even spell them out.]
Ye Qingxi: Ah, this...
Ye Qingxi looked at his own words. He had tried his best to choose simple words and phrases to send the message. This was not like the knowledge of a five-year-old.
Ye Qingxi really couldn't understand which character didn't seem like something a five-year-old child would know.
So he decided to feign narcissism and said, "Am I smart?"
Mu Zheng chuckled; he thought Ye Qingxi was indeed very clever.
In every sense.
Whether it's IQ or EQ.
Mu Zheng: [She is very intelligent.]
Mu Zheng: [As expected of our family's genius baby.]
Ye Qingxi breathed a sigh of relief.
For the first time, he felt that the title "genius baby" could actually be quite useful sometimes.
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