With the help of Bo Yiming and Xingxing, Zhou Xu easily caught a plump duck. The other chickens, ducks, and geese, seeing this, scattered in all directions in fright. Zhou Xu needed to quickly prepare the duck, so he temporarily let Xiao Qi play with the two older brothers.

Bo Yiming had never seen a duck being killed before and was a bit curious to follow along. He suggested to Xingxing, “Xingxing, why don’t you play with little brother Xiao Qi for a bit?”

Seven-year-old Xingxing lowered his eyes, while four-year-old Xiao Qi looked up. It was as if a spark flashed between their gazes. The next second, Xiao Qi spread his arms and hugged Yiming’s waist, his voice soft and sweet, “Brother, don’t go watch the duck, play with Xiao Qi~”

Bo Yiming bent down to pick up Xiao Qi. It was his first time holding such a big child, and he couldn’t help but say, “I thought Xiao Qi looked chubby, but he’s actually so light.”

“Mm~ Xiao Qi is very light.”

Although being held by Yiming was a bit uncomfortable, Xiao Qi rested his chin on his brother’s shoulder, happily looking at Xingxing with a hint of pride in his 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, is Xiao Qi competing with Xingxing for the brother?]

[The atmosphere seems a bit off. Kids, don’t fight!]

[No way, Xingxing is seven after all, he seems quite sensible.]

[Xiao Qi: Oh, so I’m the one who’s not sensible?]

[Xingxing: I just wish I were three and a half, then Yiming would definitely hold me!]

By the lake, there was a small cabin with a complete set of fishing gear and bait. Zhu Wei thought, if she could catch two crucian carps, it would be a nice addition to dinner. But she had no fishing experience and wasn’t familiar with the equipment. Chu Han, although she had fished before, had only used a ready-made rod, so she didn’t know how to assemble one either.

When Wen Cishu and Rongrong arrived, they saw the two of them surrounded by a pile of fishing gear parts, flipping through the manual. “Let me try?” Chu Han handed the manual to him. Wen Cishu smiled, “No, I mean, let me try assembling the fishing rod?”

“Does Yiming’s dad know how to do this?” Zhu Wei stepped aside a bit, her expression as if she had just learned that the gentle and refined person in front of her could break stones on his chest. “I fished maybe ten years ago. But the gear now might be more advanced.” Wen Cishu said as he studied the parts, guessing that the program group probably prepared a standard rod set, considering the guests might all be beginners.

Chu Han laughed, “That’s still better than the two of us. Come on, we’ll help take it outside.”

Outside, Wen Cishu focused on assembling the fishing rod, his long, fair fingers moving skillfully, as if he was quite familiar with the task.

[Wife, you’re actually… a fishing enthusiast?]

[For the first time, I don’t think being a fishing enthusiast is weird (no offense to fishing enthusiasts)]

In the nanny car outside the farm, Uncle Xu was as surprised as the audience, “Sir actually knows how to fish?” He had never known this. “Our second young master, apart from cooking, is skilled in chess, fishing, playing the piano, calligraphy, and painting,” Aunt Zhong said with some pride, then sighed slightly as she watched the screen where the person was casting the rod, “Just one thing, his health isn’t good.”

Although “fishing” and “piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting” being listed together seemed odd, Uncle Xu was still quite impressed. “He’ll definitely get better. The eldest young master has been attentive for so many years.”

A thought quickly flashed through Aunt Zhong’s mind. If the Bo family’s eldest young master really cared, he shouldn’t have let the second young master have a child. Ten years ago, it was a brush with death, a narrow escape. If it weren’t for the second young master’s strong will to live, he might not be here today. But she kept these thoughts to herself, not mentioning them to anyone. Even though she had worked with Uncle Xu for ten years and knew him well, he was still a member of the Bo family.

By the lake, in the gentle breeze, Wen Cishu was focused on the fishing rod with Rongrong. He hummed a nursery rhyme softly, looking at the adorable little girl, and couldn’t help but tease her, “Rongrong, usually when kids fish for the first time, they have a special catch.”

“Really, uncle?” Rongrong stretched her fair little neck to look around. She hadn’t touched a fishing rod before, nervously holding it without daring to shake it.

[Wife, don’t say it too early, what if there’s no catch and Rongrong gets disappointed?]

[Let me be the fish! I want to be caught by my wife!]

[Today’s comments are so bizarre (I just want to braid my wife’s hair… my kindergarten teacher!)]

After a while, Rongrong felt the rod move slightly forward. “Uncle!” She clearly saw the thin, transparent fishing line suddenly tighten. “Shh,” Wen Cishu’s face was filled with a gentle smile, “Let’s not scare the little fish.”

Rongrong quickly pursed her lips, looking at her uncle with eyes full of excitement. Wow, uncle didn’t lie to her, there really was a catch! Wen Cishu guided Rongrong’s little hands, slowly reeling in the line, and soon pulled up a small white fish the size of a palm. After removing the hook, the little white fish was still flapping its tail wildly, its silver scales glinting.

Wen Cishu placed it in a bright yellow bucket, splashing quite a bit of water. “Uncle, the little fish is still alive!” Rongrong hugged the small bucket and moved closer.

[No way, wife, you really caught one?]

[So calm! I really like this kind of big beauty]

[Really, more and more I feel that Yiming’s dad has a calm and composed aura, like a serene cloud]

[Raise? How to raise? Someone give me a beautiful husband, and I’ll raise him too!]

[Catch the beautiful husband]

The live stream screen was instantly filled with [catch]. Soon, Wen Cishu caught another big crucian carp. Rongrong looked up at her uncle with starry eyes, her voice full of admiration, “Uncle, you’re really amazing~”

Wen Cishu felt sweet inside hearing this, and couldn’t help but say, “Uncle’s mom is amazing too. She can fish, speak many languages, and cook all kinds of delicious food.”

“Wow,” Rongrong nodded vigorously, “My mom is amazing too, she can sing really beautiful songs. But…” The little girl suddenly became downcast, her voice weak and soft.

Wen Cishu asked gently, “What’s wrong, Rongrong?”

Rongrong said sadly, “Mom can’t wear pretty dresses and hold concerts anymore. Dad said mom can’t sing her own songs.”

She loved her mom very much, and when she talked about this, her big eyes were filled with a hint of sadness.

[Rongrong, don’t cry, don’t cry, sob sob sob]

[Zhu Wei’s former manager was really ruthless, but with such power, it’s really hard to fight for rights]

[Let’s see if anyone can see the commercial value in Zhu Wei. Otherwise, it’s really tough…]

“I see.” Wen Cishu didn’t know much about Zhu Wei, but he had heard of her early hit songs that were nationally popular. He didn’t expect that as a singer, she couldn’t sing her own songs? Wen Cishu felt regretful and quickly comforted the cute little girl in front of him, “Rongrong, don’t be sad, okay?”

“Mm.” Rongrong nodded obediently, “I made a wish on my birthday. I hope mom can wear a long, long dress and sing on stage. Then I can watch with dad in the audience.”

Wen Cishu listened to the child’s most beautiful wish for her mom, and couldn’t help but feel a soft warmth in his heart. “When the time comes, uncle will go too, and Yiming will watch mom sing beautiful songs with Rongrong.”

Rongrong heard the praise for her mom in uncle’s words and couldn’t help but ask, “Wow, uncle has heard mom’s songs too?”

“Of course.” Wen Cishu increasingly liked the little girl’s round, cute face, which had a kind of endearing softness. He couldn’t help but remember his mom once saying she had planned to have a little daughter. Unfortunately, he was born instead, not only not a sweet little girl but also born with a weak heart condition.

Rongrong clapped her hands happily, “Great! Then uncle and brother will sit next to me.”

She seemed to already be at her mom’s concert, smiling brightly. At this moment, the fishing rod shook. Rongrong exclaimed, “Ah, there’s another fish! Uncle! That’s great.”

This fish was quite big, and Wen Cishu stood up to reel it in, while Rongrong jumped around excitedly beside him. When Zhu Wei came over, she felt the scene was incredibly heartwarming.

[Rongrong and the big beauty are so fated, why not take this chance to arrange a childhood engagement?]

[No way, I’ve already thought of a CP name for Ming and Xingxing, it’s called “Qi Ming Xing”]

[? Are you on a rocket!]

That afternoon, Wen Cishu caught fish, and Zhou Xu caught a duck. Dinner included duck soup, beer duck, and creamy white crucian carp soup, making it extraordinarily sumptuous. Zhou Xu was so happy he didn’t want to leave, “This farm is like a paradise. I don’t want to leave.”

Xiao Qi, holding a duck wing, protested, “No, mommy is at home.”

Wen Cishu glanced at his son’s watch, his thoughts briefly wandering. When everyone returned to their rooms, Bo Yiming excitedly wanted to take a bath in the “cute bathtub.”

“Dad will help you pack your clothes.” Wen Cishu took the toiletries they brought from home and went in, picking up the watch Yiming left on the sink. The father and son’s figures disappeared from the camera, and the audience reacted intensely.

[I want to see the big beauty out of the bath, is it not happening?]

[Or just show the cute bathtub!]

[This show, every scene alone is ordinary, but when the wife appears, really, it lights up my eyes]

Bo Yiming filled the water and stepped into the square bathtub with a splash. His limbs hadn’t fully grown yet, but his leg length was already impressive, making it a bit uncomfortable to sit, so he tried to find a suitable position. When he turned his head, he saw his little dad leaning against the sink, seemingly studying his watch.

“Hmm? Little dad?” Wen Cishu glanced at the recording mic, confirming it was off. But he still lowered his voice to his son, “Dad needs to use your watch to send a message.”

“Oh.” Bo Yiming tried to sink his shoulders under the water. —Is little dad missing big dad?

Wen Cishu opened the contacts in the watch, seeing a list of strange names, and immediately spotted the most prominent one—a long nickname scrolling like a marquee. [Knight with a Small Milk Pot Big Dad] Wen Cishu: ? He glanced at his son, who had completely forgotten about the special note on the watch. His fingers continued to slide down, looking for his own note. [Princess Pea Little Dad] Wen Cishu: ?? This little rascal!

Bo Yiming was blowing bubbles, and when he noticed a strange look, he turned to see. “Hmm? Little dad, what’s wrong? Do I look that cute?” He grinned and tilted his head. Wen Cishu took a deep breath. Forget it, he still needed to use the watch to send a message. He forced himself to ignore the two weird names and slowly typed on the small pinyin keyboard: [Can you help me find out about Zhu Wei’s situation? She seems unable to hold concerts or something, and I want to know more clearly. (Cishu)]

After clicking “end input,” a prompt appeared on the screen: Please confirm [Cute and Handsome Little Owner – Ming Ming Baby], this message is to be sent to [Knight with a Small Milk Pot Big Dad] Wen Cishu: ??? He paused for a moment before clicking “confirm send.”

Usually, at this time, Bo Tingyuan was quite busy too. After sending, Wen Cishu put down the watch and prepared to wash up. But just as he picked up the toothbrush, the small square screen lit up with a soft white light. [Knight with a Small Milk Pot Big Dad]: [Don’t worry, it’s already being handled.]

Wen Cishu turned around with the watch, his long legs leaning against the edge of the sink. What does “already being handled” mean? Did he watch the live stream and have someone look into it? Did he know he would ask, so foresighted? Wen Cishu thought typing was troublesome, and since the show would end tomorrow and they could meet, he didn’t ask further. [Okay, I know.]

[Knight with a Small Milk Pot Big Dad]: [Why never mentioned fishing?] “Hmm?” Wen Cishu softly questioned. Why did he jump to fishing? [I know how to do many things.] After sending, Wen Cishu stared at the screen, chuckling to himself.

In the bathtub, Bo Yiming, paying a little attention, noticed his little dad smiling foolishly at his watch. Did big dad send something to make little dad happy? But big dad is so serious, would he joke around? Bo Yiming pondered, trying to imagine big dad joking. Half a minute later, he gave up: —This is harder than my end-of-term English exam!

Wen Cishu didn’t wait for Bo Tingyuan’s reply and sent another message. [Alright, secretly contacting is against the program group’s rules. You should rest early, goodnight.] [Knight with a Small Milk Pot Big Dad]: [See you tomorrow.]

Simple three words, nothing unusual. Yet Wen Cishu was lost in thought. —Shouldn’t it be goodnight? Hmm?