After the first episode of the show ended, the audience was eagerly anticipating the filming location for the second episode. As the guests got off the car, the view gradually expanded, revealing a quaint street with an ancient charm. The group entered a rustic two-story teahouse. 

While the guests were chatting, the PD teacher appeared to explain the rules of this episode. “This time, the guests will operate a business model in the teahouse for two days. The ancient street opens at eleven, and everyone needs to attract tourists and earn living expenses. Today’s lunch is provided by the program group, but all other expenses will require the joint efforts of the guests. Your activity range is not limited to the teahouse; you can move around the entire ancient street and purchase necessary items.”

Bo Yiming couldn’t help but look forward to it: “This sounds more fun than last time.” 

Xingxing initially felt the “difficulty of the task,” but upon hearing Yiming Gege’s enthusiastic words, she immediately felt it wasn’t that hard. 

The PD teacher continued, “Please note the key rule of this episode: the four little guests will act as the teahouse owners, responsible for overall planning and management. Adults can offer suggestions, but whether to adopt them is up to the four little bosses.”

“Them? Planning? Managing?” Zhou Xu expressed incredulous doubt, with no trust in his tone. 

Eight pairs of big eyes simultaneously glared at him, including the shy and introverted Rongrong. Zhou Xu silently raised his hand in surrender. 

[Zhou Xu, look at you! At least these four kids add up to 25 years old!] 

[The show is so popular, tourists must recognize them, right? Won’t the teahouse be packed? Earning money should be super easy, right?] 

[Where is this ancient street? I want to be a tourist! I have money, I have money! I want to take a photo with my wife, I’m so anxious!] 

Then, the PD teacher disappeared. The four little ones huddled together, whispering. Before the adults could speak, Bo Yiming raised his watch: “Uncles and aunties, we have two hours to prepare, let’s get moving! Uncle Zhou, don’t frown! We’re the bosses now.” 

Xiao Qi bounced beside her brother’s leg: “Daddy, Xiao Qi is the boss now~” 

Zhou Xu stood at attention and bowed to the little bosses: “Okay, bosses.” 

Wen Cishu, while pushing the luggage, joked, “Teacher Zhou is so suited for comedy.” 

Chu Han laughed in agreement. Everyone pushed the luggage into the back room. 

When they came out, the four little bosses took out the ancient costumes prepared by the program group and distributed them to the parents. There were two styles, one for men and one for women. 

Chu Han and Zhu Wei changed and looked at each other, like looking in a mirror. From the back, they looked like a pair of beautiful twins. 

Zhu Wei eagerly anticipated: “Oh, why isn’t Yiming Daddy ready yet? I want to see him in ancient costume.” 

Chu Han studied the clothes: “The style of this outfit is average. If I had known we were coming here to play, I could have provided some costumes from a production team to the program group.” 

Just as she finished speaking, Wen Cishu came out while adjusting his belt, asking for help: “Sister Wei, can you lend a hand?” 

His tall and elegant figure, wearing a simple indigo servant’s outfit, looked more like an ancient nobleman on a private visit than a servant. His jet-black hair was casually tied at the back, perfectly matching the ancient costume. 

Chu Han’s eyes lit up and she was the first to step forward: “Let Sister Han help, Sister Han is a pro at wearing ancient costumes.” 

Zhu Wei laughed heartily. 

Chu Han tied the wide belt around his waist, creating a thin and narrow waist. 

“Little Daddy!” Bo Yiming rushed over, looking left and right in surprise. 

Wen Cishu tapped his nose, smiling: “Don’t recognize me?” 

Bo Yiming hugged Little Daddy’s arm: “You look so good!” 

He had never seen Little Daddy dressed like this before. 

[My, my, my ancient costume handsome wife…] 

[Haha, Chu Han looks like she’s acting, floating over like that] 

[Oh my god, why am I not Ming Zai, I also want to jump into Little Daddy’s arms] 

[My wife truly has the poise, the temperament, the beauty] 

[And the hair, too [bald clown, jpg]] 

Zhou Xu came out next, admiring Wen Cishu, and said regretfully: “Why can’t I ever stand in the center based on looks when we form a group?” 

Wen Cishu laughed: “Teacher Zhou must rely on strength, that’s beyond doubt.” 

“Of course!” Zhou Xu beamed, “It seems Yiming is so good at talking, it’s inherited.” 

After all four guests changed, they also dressed the little ones in their little boss outfits. 

Wen Cishu looked at his mixed-race son in ancient costume, feeling a bit of discord, unable to pinpoint it. 

When Bo Yiming turned around, waving his big sleeves and jumping around, four words flashed in his mind: …dressed up like a monkey. 

Then, the eight of them sat on either side of the long table, facing each other to start today’s teahouse business. 

After the four little ones discussed, they arranged for Chu Han to boil water, Zhou Xu and Zhu Wei to clean the tables and floors in the hall. 

“What about me?” Wen Cishu asked, “Do I need to do something?” 

Xiao Qi happily straightened up, as if wanting to stick to him from a distance: “Little Uncle just needs to hold Xiao Qi.” 

Rongrong: “Uncle, play with us~” 

Xingxing: “Uncle, can you be in charge of collecting money? Do you like that?” 

“Huh?” Chu Han was surprised, “Xingxing, you didn’t even ask Mommy if she likes boiling water.” 

“Hey, you four bosses are playing favorites!” Zhou Xu tapped the table. 

Zhu Wei rested her chin in her hand, laughing joyfully. 

[Xingxing, is this your line? Isn’t this your Yiming Gege’s line!] 

[Sister Chu Han is shocked, her son has already defected, haha] 

Wen Cishu nodded with a smile: “I can collect money, is there an account book?” 

Bo Yiming ran to the counter to get it, “Little Daddy, it’s in calligraphy.” 

“Okay.” Wen Cishu took it, opened it, and said to the four little ones, “No problem, leave it to Uncle, I won’t mess it up.” 

“Alright, let’s get moving!” Bo Yiming urged. 

Chu Han lifted her skirt and stood up, asking, “What about you guys?” 

Rongrong had already taken Xiao Qi’s hand, pointing to the door obediently: “Auntie, we’re going to greet guests over there.” 

“Okay. Then Auntie will go boil water.” Chu Han rubbed the faces of the two little cuties and lightly ran to the back hall. 

She had seen earlier that there were basic hot water kettles, tea leaves, mineral water, etc., so she didn’t really need to start a fire to boil water. 

[Wow, the division of labor is so clear, very good] 

[Ming Zai, as the big brother, gained the trust of the other three in the first episode, so there won’t be any conflicts] 

[What’s so good? It’s not good at all! I can’t go have tea, boohoo] 

Wen Cishu had already opened the inkstone to grind ink, suddenly remembering something, and raised his voice to ask his son, who was helping wipe the table: “Yiming? You haven’t set a price, how much is a cup of tea? Is there anything else?” 

“Huh?” Bo Yiming was surprised, and Xingxing happened to turn around. 

The two little ones stared at each other. 

Zhu Wei, who was wiping the table, said: “Right, you guys should discuss it. Just set a random price.” 

“Um…” 

Bo Yiming had never specifically drunk tea, at most he had been to a café near the school, “A cup of tea for one hundred and fifty-eight.” 

Zhu Wei said: “That’s not okay, it’s too expensive.” 

She thought for a moment and said to Wen Cishu, “Oh no, these kids have no concept of money.” 

Wen Cishu held the brush, silently lowering his head. 

[Wife’s expression is guilty, right? So beautiful, this lowered head, kiss~] 

[The big beauty probably didn’t realize Ming Zai’s pricing was unreasonable either] 

[I just remembered the four-piece set from the last show! This father and son probably don’t need to pay for things usually] 

[Look at our wife’s hands, untouched by spring water, just like this! Like jade onions, let me touch~] 

Finally, with the adults’ suggestions, the price was set at eighteen yuan per person, allowing them to rest and drink tea in the teahouse. 

At Xingxing’s suggestion, Wen Cishu cut a piece of red paper to the right size, wrote the price in calligraphy, and posted it outside the teahouse. 

Rongrong saw the bright red paper and tugged on Uncle’s clothes: “Uncle, can you write the words on the sides too? The kind you stick up during the Spring Festival.” 

Wen Cishu bent down to ask: “Couplets?” 

“Yes, yes~” Rongrong nodded vigorously, turning to find someone, “Yiming Gege, can we decorate the door with couplets?” 

This idea was great, so Bo Yiming naturally agreed: “Sure, Little Daddy, you write!” 

Thus, surrounded by the children, Wen Cishu cut the red paper for the couplets. 

He held the brush, pondering for a moment. 

Zhu Wei curiously walked over and saw him already writing two lines of poetry in one go. 

She read along: “To dispel the heat, sit quietly, tea comes to clear my mind.” 

Wen Cishu smiled and put down the brush: “It’s a line from a Ming dynasty poet Shao Bao’s ‘Xian Shang Ren Song Cha Ti Shan Da Zhi’.” 

Zhu Wei exclaimed: “Yiming Daddy, your calligraphy is amazing.” 

“Auntie, what kind of writing is this?” Xiao Qi asked curiously. 

“Regular script, standard script.” Zhu Wei turned around, seriously looking, “This probably requires ten years of practice from a young age.” 

Wen Cishu: “I practiced a lot when I was young, but now I’m lazy.” 

He picked it up and let Little Monkey go stick it up, “Be careful, don’t fall.” 

“Okay~” Bo Yiming happily ran off, followed by three lively little ones. 

[Gradually becoming unworthy of my wife… boohoo] 

[What a refined, elegant, absolutely beautiful ancient scholar, who can also write beautifully!] 

[Thinking about Ming Zai’s big dad being half a foreigner, I wonder if he’s been completely charmed by his wife?] 

[Very likely, I’m almost charmed to death myself, charming a foreigner is a piece of cake] 

Just as the couplets were put up, a few middle-aged aunties wearing red tourist hats came over to watch. 

One of them asked: “Little ones, what is this place? Is it for tea?” 

Bo Yiming realized they might be the first batch of customers and quickly invited them in for tea. 

One auntie, seeing his appearance, though dressed in ancient costume, clearly had a bit of a foreign look. 

“You, child, why do you look so strange?” 

Xiao Qi tugged on the auntie’s pants: “Auntie~ have some tea~” 

Rongrong also looked eagerly. 

Xingxing silently pushed the door open wider. 

Bo Yiming enthusiastically said: “Auntie, you can really have tea, don’t be afraid. Come on~” 

[What the heck, saying that makes it sound scary] 

[Wow, there are really tourists, and they don’t recognize them, this is getting interesting] 

At this moment, Wen Cishu heard the commotion and hurried out, just in time to see an auntie exclaim “Oh” and quickly call others over to watch. 

“Are they filming?” 

“Not sure, this young man is really good-looking.” 

The aunties chattered away. 

“Young man, is this a place for tea? Eighteen per person?” 

Wen Cishu nodded, gesturing for them to come in: “That’s right, you can sit down and rest.” 

He noticed one auntie had a camera around her neck and smiled, “You can also visit without having tea, it’s free, please come in.” 

The little ones bounced around, pushing the aunties inside: “Yes~ you can visit!” 

The aunties, clearly experienced with special situations, said, “I’ll take a look first, not necessarily having tea.” 

Bo Yiming enthusiastically said: “It’s okay. Auntie, sit here.” 

Zhu Wei winked at Wen Cishu and smiled as she went to greet them. 

Once the aunties sat down, they found the inside clean and bright, just like a scene from an ancient drama, and couldn’t help but take photos with their phones and cameras. 

Then they smiled and asked Wen Cishu: “Young man, can we take a photo with you?” 

Wen Cishu was about to nod and agree when Bo Yiming quickly stood in front of Little Daddy: “Auntie, you haven’t had tea yet.” 

“Okay, okay, eighteen a cup, right?” An auntie started taking out money, “Bring us four cups of tea.” 

Bo Yiming was overjoyed, excitedly shaking Little Daddy’s hand. 

Wen Cishu ruffled his hair, then took photos with the enthusiastic aunties one by one. 

[Eighteen, are you selling tea or your wife, Ming Zai, do you understand this business!] 

[Ming Zai: If I get ruthless, I’ll even sell Little Daddy] 

[This lesson teaches us that when your looks are out of this world, you can monetize it!] 

After the photos, the aunties surrounded Wen Cishu, asking: “Young man, are you married? Auntie knows many pretty girls.” 

“Are you an actor? Or do you really run a shop?” 

One auntie even pulled Zhu Wei aside: “Little beauty, Auntie asks you, what’s your relationship?” 

Wen Cishu and Zhu Wei were both overwhelmed. 

Zhu Wei placed a simple and elegant blue and white porcelain tea cup on the table: “We’re siblings, siblings!” 

Wen Cishu pointed to the door where Bo Yiming was inviting guests: “That’s my son, he’s nine years old.” 

“Huh?” The aunties were shocked, “You, you, you are married?” 

Wen Cishu: “Yes, I’ll go record the accounts, you ladies enjoy the tea.” 

After saying that, he quickly ran to the counter to open the account book. 

Chu Han and Zhou Xu laughed so hard they shook. 

The aunties sat around the square table drinking tea, and Zhu Wei and Chu Han occasionally added more tea. 

These dozens of yuan were earned quite easily, as the tea leaves and water cost nothing. 

One auntie stared at Chu Han for a long time, then asked: “Beauty, have I seen you somewhere before?” 

[Here it comes! She’s an award-winning actress!] 

[I knew it, I can understand not recognizing the big beauty, but the other three are easy to recognize] 

Chu Han quickly replied: “Oh~ do you think I look like an actress?” 

“Yes, I think I’ve seen you on the movie channel.” 

Chu Han, holding a ceramic teapot to refill tea, was calm and composed: “I’ve heard several customers say that.” 

“Oh, so you just look like her.” The auntie nodded, accepting the explanation, “Then why are you here as a waitress? She’s someone who acts in movies and wins awards, very impressive.” 

Chu Han nodded: “Yes, my acting skills aren’t good.” 

Zhu Wei almost burst out laughing and quickly picked up the teapot to add water. 

At the door. 

Tourists came and went, and the little ones enthusiastically attracted customers, inviting them in for tea. 

Some hesitated because the children were too young, while others came in because the children were cute. Once inside, with adults greeting them, they naturally sat down. 

Before long, the once-quiet teahouse was bustling with noise. 

Chu Han, afraid of being recognized, conveniently hid in the back to prepare hot water and tea leaves. 

Zhu Wei and Zhou Xu were busy going back and forth, pouring tea and adding water, having a great time. 

When a wave of customers left, Bo Yiming brought a handful of money to the counter for Little Daddy. 

He excitedly jumped into Little Daddy’s arms, hugging his waist: “Mommy~~ we made money!” 

As soon as he said it, he felt something was off, silently looked up at Little Daddy, then lowered his head, looking pitiful and aggrieved. 

[Awwww mommy?! Oh my god, did I hear that right!] 

[Is this how he acts spoiled in private?! Ming Zai, are you too happy! Jealous enough to want to beat you up] 

[No, do you need a daughter, mommy? I really need a gentle beautiful mommy!] 

[Why is Ming Zai feeling guilty? His expression is just like the big beauty’s earlier] 

[The only one who can make the little one so nervous is Ming Zai’s big dad, can’t think of anyone else] 

Wen Cishu smiled and pinched his face: “Are you especially happy today?” 

“Yes~” 

Bo Yiming excitedly tried to lift Little Daddy. 

Wen Cishu quickly supported the counter in fright. 

Zhu Wei came over with a kettle, adding water for Wen Cishu, and reminded with a smile: “Yiming, don’t drop your Little Daddy.” 

“Hehe~” 

Bo Yiming, like Xiao Qi, buried his face in Little Daddy’s arms. 

Every time he encountered something fun, having Little Daddy by his side and being able to hug him anytime was truly happiness. 

– 

Not far from the ancient street teahouse, in a hotel executive suite. 

Albert knocked and entered, with Uncle Xu opening the door. 

Uncle Xu happened to be leaving. 

In the living room, a rising screen was playing “The Baby is Superman.” 

Opposite the screen, on the sofa, Bo Tingyuan was reviewing company documents, occasionally glancing at the video. 

Hearing Albert’s footsteps, he picked up the remote to lower the program’s volume. 

Albert came from the company, placing a pile of documents on the coffee table. 

Bo Tingyuan raised his hand, moving a book from the coffee table to the sofa beside him. 

Albert glanced at it, a collection of Rene Char’s poems, with a small jade ruyi bookmark on top. 

He frowned, wondering if Mr. Bo had recently started reading poetry? 

His gaze shifted to the large screen. 

Wen Cishu was pinching Bo Yiming’s cheek, full of tenderness and love. 

Albert glanced at the dignified and indifferent face on the sofa: Could it be that Mr. Bo wants to learn poetry to read to Mr. Wen? Ah, this…