In the show.

The guests had a simple farmhouse breakfast together. As Bo Yiming held a piece of red sweet potato and walked out, he noticed a small white box on the lawn in the courtyard, not knowing where it came from.

“Little Dad! Come here!” Bo Yiming waved his arm, “There’s something here.”

He quickly swallowed the sweet potato that was as sweet as honey.

Everyone heard the commotion and gathered around to study the box.

Zhu Wei wondered, “Could it be that the program crew sneaked in while we were asleep last night and put it here?”

She bent down to pick up the box.

Bo Yiming suddenly stretched out his arm to stop her, looking anxious, “Auntie, what if there’s something scary inside?”

Xingxing: “A snake?”

Rongrong: “A toad?”

Xiao Qi: “Daddy’s phone!”

The air went silent, and everyone turned to look at the little one.

Xiao Qi stuck out his tongue and buried his little face into his dad’s arms.

Everyone’s gaze shifted to Zhou Xu’s face, and he awkwardly laughed, “Phones always have calls you don’t want to answer, so they’re scary. You all get that, right?”

The three little kids still had question marks in their eyes.

Wen Cishu, while reaching over his son to grab the box, made an analogy, “It’s like when you’re on vacation playing, and the teacher suddenly calls you.”

The three little ones suddenly understood, giving Zhou Xu a look of realization, and in unison, they made a strange “oh~~~~~” sound.

Zhou Xu, “embarrassed and angry,” pointed, “Why are you looking at me? Look at the task card! If you don’t finish the task, you won’t be able to go home on time.”

[Wife, your analogy was great, but maybe don’t use it next time, it’s kind of scary]

[Wow, the three little ones are so cute, and Xiao Qi is super adorable, ee, kisses all around~]

[Little Rongrong actually kept up with her two brothers’ pace, awesome]

Wen Cishu opened the box, revealing an envelope with “Farm Labor Day Small Task” written on it, along with several cute hand-drawn cards.

“Dear little ones, welcome to the task segment of Farm Labor Day. Considering that everyone consumed a lot of farm food yesterday, before leaving today, you need to work hard for the farm, or you might be left to work on the farm forever.”

The four kids looked at each other.

Xingxing: “Stay on the farm?”

Rongrong: “Work forever?”

Xiao Qi: “Huh?”

Bo Yiming: “Wow, that sounds awesome!”

[?? Why are you so excited?!]

[You actually want to stay on the farm and play? Isn’t your home fun?]

[Maybe there aren’t as many kids to play with at home]

[Ming said yesterday that Big Dad often hires tutors, so compared to that, the farm is definitely more fun~]

Wen Cishu read out the remaining labor tasks on the card.

“We’ve prepared several baskets for the little ones, and you need to harvest the ripe potatoes and carrots from the field. The parents need to prepare a sumptuous lunch for the little ones while acting as the farm owners, supervising, weighing, and recording the crops the little ones bring back, ensuring nothing is missed or wasted. Remember, parents can’t dig up the potatoes and carrots themselves.”

As the head of the family, Zhu Wei immediately said, “Then let me and Teacher Zhou handle the cooking, how about that? Teacher Chu, you and Yiming’s dad can be in charge of supervising and inspecting the work?”

Everyone agreed.

Xingxing asked, “Should we divide the work too?”

Bo Yiming thought for a moment, “No, it’s better if we stick together. Xiao Qi and Rongrong are too young. Let’s dig up the potatoes first and then pick the carrots.”

Zhou Xu laughed and reminded him, “Yiming, carrots are also dug up.”

“Really?” Bo Yiming was surprised and turned to the person next to him, “Little Dad, is that true?”

Wen Cishu explained, “It’s in the storybooks. The little rabbit pulls out the carrot from the ground.”

Bo Yiming mumbled, “Little Dad hasn’t seen carrots in the ground either, right?”

Wen Cishu: …

[Ming: Please call me the professional debunker]

[I feel like Wife hasn’t seen them (actually, many city folks haven’t, can’t blame Wife~)]

[I haven’t either… but I know they’re in the ground, just don’t know what the top part looks like]

After understanding the task, Bo Yiming was in charge of getting the small plastic tools.

Then the four little ones held hands, walking out in a line from tallest to shortest, bouncing along the field path, their backs full of childlike innocence and freshness.

Wen Cishu and Chu Han helped carry the baskets and followed them out.

–

The potato field wasn’t very large, with six neat rows.

Except for the part that was dug up yesterday, leaving a muddy pit, the other rows were covered with lush green stems and leaves.

Chu Han was worried the kids wouldn’t know how to dig, so she gave some guidance from the side.

“Rongrong, you dug yesterday, can you show your brothers how to do it?”

“Okay.” Rongrong gently pulled aside the leaves on the ground, then used a small plastic shovel to dig up the loose soil, revealing a string of potatoes.

“That’s easy!” Bo Yiming immediately moved to another row, “I’ll start from here.”

Xingxing took a blue tool shovel and went to the row next to him.

Seeing Xiao Qi also wanting to go, Wen Cishu quickly said, “Yiming, you go with Xiao Qi, you dig, and let Xiao Qi pick them up.”

Hearing Little Uncle’s arrangement, Xiao Qi happily ran to his brother’s side, looking up, “Brother, hurry and dig~”

Bo Yiming squatted down, “Okay, brother will start right away! Big potatoes, here I come!”

Seeing Rongrong’s small figure already working hard to dig, Wen Cishu said, “Xingxing, why don’t you work with Rongrong?”

Xingxing, who had just squatted down, stood up again and looked at Rongrong, who happened to look up.

It seemed like his sister was left alone.

He hopped over the potato row like a rabbit and went to Rongrong’s side, “I’ll dig.”

“Okay~” Rongrong nodded, helping her brother push aside some leaves, “Dig here.”

The two adults didn’t dare to relax too much, carefully watching.

Not because they were afraid of missing potatoes, but worried that the shovel or something might hurt the little hands.

Before long, Xiao Qi exclaimed, “Wow, such a big potato.”

He held it up with both hands, showing it to everyone.

Just then, Zhou Xu came over, “Come on, give this potato to Daddy, Daddy’s cooking.”

Xiao Qi immediately hugged it to his chest, squatting next to his brother, afraid it would be taken away, “No, Daddy! This big potato is amazing.”

Bo Yiming, holding two small shovels, looked like a little rabbit digging a hole, frantically shoveling dirt to both sides of his feet. He nodded, “Yeah, big potatoes are rare. Uncle, take the small ones.”

Zhou Xu had to bend down and pick through the basket.

After he left, Wen Cishu helped push the basket closer to the two kids, so the little ones wouldn’t have to foolishly carry the potatoes back and forth.

Seeing this, Xiao Qi let out a happy little voice, “Little Uncle is so nice~”

Wen Cishu smiled and ruffled his hair, “Keep it up, Xiao Qi.”

At this moment, Bo Yiming looked up, “Little Dad, I need encouragement too.”

Wen Cishu also ruffled his hair, “Keep it up, Ming Ming baby!”

“Hehe~” Bo Yiming was already getting used to and even liked Little Dad calling him that.

[Ming wants Dad’s attention, just say it directly, that’s great]

[Tsk, digging potatoes and you’re having a father-son bonding moment]

On the other side, Chu Han, like Wen Cishu, was always with the two little ones, ready to lend a hand.

Rongrong was digging enthusiastically, and Xingxing suggested she take a break. “Rongrong, you can pick small potatoes like Xiao Qi for a while.”

“No, I want to keep digging.” Rongrong softly said, “Brother, can we put them in the basket later?”

She always spoke softly, and Xingxing nodded without hesitation. “Okay!”

The kids were working hard, showing no signs of fatigue or reluctance.

Wen Cishu looked at the dug-up pit, not realizing that his little monkey was so patient and considerate in taking care of his younger siblings.

It seemed that accompanying him on this show was indeed a wise choice.

“Yiming, Daddy’s going to get some water, don’t rush, take your time digging.” Wen Cishu greeted Chu Han, asking her to keep an eye on them, then headed to the kitchen.

Bo Yiming was happily digging when his watch screen started flashing. “Huh?”

Xiao Qi curiously leaned in, “Brother, what’s that?”

“Grandpa’s calling.” Bo Yiming bent his finger, using the only clean knuckle to tap the screen, [Hello, Grandpa.]

Xiao Qi furrowed his little brows, curious about what his brother was saying. Why couldn’t he understand?

[French?]

[Knock! I almost forgot Ming is a Chinese-French mixed kid]

[Can’t memorize English words, but can speak French, huh? Alright, alright, you’re mixed, you know multiple languages, you’re amazing]

–

In the RV.

Bo Tingyuan, who had been reviewing documents, immediately looked up at the screen when he heard this address, looking at his youngest son.

Uncle Xu, who was pouring tea, paused with the teapot in hand.

Bo Yiming’s grandfather, Bo Tingyuan’s father, had years ago broken ties with the Bo family patriarch to pursue his ideal career, resolutely giving up the Bo family’s vast assets.

If it weren’t for Bo Tingyuan returning to the country later, the Bo family’s assets might have been handed over to other branches by now.

As the elder Bo patriarch couldn’t accept his only son’s choice, at the moment of their split, he ordered him to change his surname from “Bo,” so he later changed it to Li, Li Yun.

Li Yun had always worked for the government, and over twenty years ago, he was already an official at the French consulate, later working at consulates in several European countries.

In recent years, as he aged, his visits back to the country increased.

Uncle Xu had complex feelings towards Li Yun, the former eldest young master.

He respected his choice but didn’t understand his decision.

He continued pouring tea, observing the current eldest young master’s reaction.

Bo Tingyuan was mostly expressionless, especially regarding matters between father and son, which were even more taboo.

He just quietly watched the conversation between his son and grandfather on the screen.

–

In the show.

Li Yun: [Good child, are you at home?]

Bo Yiming, with muddy hands, didn’t know how to explain to his grandfather, who was far away abroad, that he was digging potatoes. [Playing outside, Grandpa.]

But then his tone turned joyful, [Little Dad came out with me.]

Li Yun: [How’s your Little Dad’s health recently?]

Bo Yiming nodded, [A bit better than before. Uncle Doctor has come to see him. Grandpa, do you miss me?]

Li Yun chuckled, [Yes. Also, Grandpa’s birthday is coming up in a few days, and I’d like to invite you and Little Dad to come over for dinner, and of course, your Big Dad too. If you could help Grandpa invite him.]

Bo Yiming “hmm…” for a few seconds, [Okay, I’ll try.]

The little guy quickly reacted with a smile, [Then happy birthday in advance, Grandpa. Am I the first?]

Li Yun’s tone noticeably lifted, [Of course, you’re the first.]

Bo Yiming needed to get back to digging potatoes quickly, so he hurriedly said goodbye to Grandpa and hung up.

In the program’s audience, someone provided a brief translation in the comments, and everyone understood the exchange between the grandfather and grandson.

[Ming actually takes the initiative to send blessings, such a reaction and emotional intelligence, sister is impressed]

[Why are the grandfather and grandson speaking French? So strange]

[Is Grandpa abroad?]

[I’m getting more and more curious, what kind of family is this?]

[After a whole night, no one has dug up Ming and Wife’s background?]

[Lol, we still don’t know Ming’s last name!]

[So, we don’t know Wife’s real name either]

[Audience big shots, keep digging! We’re counting on you!]

Wen Cishu returned with water, distributing it to the kids and Chu Han, “Everyone, have some water first, take a break, no rush, we’ll finish soon.”

Bo Yiming didn’t mention the call with Grandpa, planning to talk about it at home.

He gulped down some water and sighed, “Little Dad, good thing you don’t have to dig potatoes.”

Wen Cishu, feeling sorry, wiped his sweat, “Tired, huh?”

“No.” Bo Yiming shook his head, “If Little Dad were digging, Big Dad would definitely rush in and carry you away.”

Wen Cishu paused, his hand wiping his son’s sweat, “…?”

[Where’s this part? I want to see it, hehe]

[Program crew, aren’t you going to give the audience something they love to see, making four kids do farm work for you? You’re so mean]

[Program crew: … We didn’t know either, no one told us in advance!]

[Great, this show missed a classic moment today]