Under the vigorous “struggle” of the four little ones, they finally harvested all the potatoes and most of the carrots from the field. 

When there was only a small portion of carrots left, Bo Yiming excitedly suggested to his younger siblings, “How about we pretend to be little rabbits pulling carrots, line up to pull them out, and take a picture?”

“Wow!” Xiao Qi was the first to respond.

Rongrong nodded vigorously.

Xingxing said, “But we don’t have a camera, and mommy and the others don’t have phones.”

Bo Yiming raised his hand with a big smile, “I have one!”

He turned his head and called out, “Little Daddy~ come help us~”

Wen Cishu, who was weighing the produce with Chu Han, came over after hearing this. After listening to his son’s explanation, he took the watch.

Bo Yiming adjusted it to camera mode and specifically reminded, “Little Daddy, make sure to take a handsome picture of me!”

Wen Cishu ruffled his hair, “Got it, go ahead.”

He helped arrange their positions.

“Xiao Qi in the front, then Rongrong, Xingxing, and Yiming, the tallest, at the back.”

Chu Han couldn’t help but turn her head when she heard the playful laughter of the children.

Little cutie Xiao Qi was in charge of grabbing the green carrot leaves, while the other three kids each held onto the hem of the shirt of the one in front.

Bo Yiming shouted the slogan, “One, two, three!”

The four little ones’ faces were bright and cheerful as they shouted in unison, “Pull the carrot!”

After taking the picture, the kids gathered around and pleaded with Wen Cishu to send the photo to their parents.

Looking at the adorable little ones, Wen Cishu naturally nodded in agreement.

He helped his son put the watch back on.

[Wow, this is so heartwarming, I can’t help but smile wide]

[When the little ones remember this moment after going home, they’ll feel extra happy, even I’m a bit touched]

[I’m usually cold-hearted, but I just want to know what brand this cool watch is! A 280-month-old child like me really needs it!]

[Me too, it can even take pictures? Is it a Bond 007 series multifunctional watch?]

After a busy morning, the four kids were both thirsty and tired.

Fortunately, Zhu Wei had already prepared warm water. She wiped Rongrong’s sweat, “It’s more tiring than tidying up toys at home, right?”

Rongrong nodded, drank half a cup of water with her mommy’s help, and looked up with bright eyes, “Mommy, cooking is also tiring, right?”

Zhu Wei hugged her child, her expression full of comfort and pride.

Bo Yiming’s shirt was too dirty, so Wen Cishu took him to change clothes.

“Yiming, pick a shirt, and I’ll get a towel to wipe you down.”

“Okay.” Bo Yiming bent down and pulled out a blue T-shirt from the suitcase.

Wen Cishu came over with a towel, asking him to turn around so he could wipe his back and arms.

Little Monkey usually eats a lot, but he’s growing fast and is very active, so his limbs are long and thin, with not much flesh.

Feeling the careful and gentle actions of his little daddy, Bo Yiming turned his head to look at him.

His tone became a bit clingy, originally wanting to call for mommy, but remembering what big daddy said, he changed it to a sticky “Little Daddy~”

“Hmm?” Wen Cishu paused, asking softly, “Did I hurt you while wiping?”

Just as he asked, Little Monkey jumped into his arms and hugged him.

Slightly surprised, Wen Cishu felt a warmth in his heart, raising his hand to hug him back and gently pat his back.

Bo Yiming buried himself in his little daddy’s warm embrace, feeling the gentle love.

He shook his head and lifted his face, “I just wanted to hug little daddy.”

[This carefree little boy suddenly giving me warmth, who can handle this?]

[Wife is so gentle and soft, if it were me, I’d stick to him 800 times a day]

Wen Cishu looked into his son’s unique, amber-like eyes, filled with a sparkling light that was all about him.

He couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of guilt, moved as he lowered his head to kiss the little one’s forehead.

Just like last night when he first called him “Ming Ming baby,” the little one in his arms blushed again.

But the next second, Bo Yiming suddenly jumped up, startling Wen Cishu.

Bo Yiming leaped onto the sofa, looking down and loudly protesting, “Little Daddy! I’m already nine years old, you can’t kiss me anymore!”

Wen Cishu: What kind of unpredictable regression phenomenon is this?

[Such an emotional moment, am I about to cry?! And you pull this on me?]

[Look at how startled my wife is, her face is pale (not really)]

[Do you understand how to be a son? If not, let me do it!]

When Wen Cishu and Bo Yiming returned to the dining room, a little dumpling wobbled over, eagerly calling out, “Little Uncle~~~”

Just as Wen Cishu was about to bend down to pick him up, Bo Yiming was a step faster, scooping up the little dumpling.

“Hmm?” Xiao Qi was stunned, looking dazed.

Bo Yiming said seriously, “Xiao Qi, don’t pounce on my little daddy, you might knock him over.”

Wen Cishu “sternly” corrected his son’s statement, “You won’t.”

He ruffled Xiao Qi’s hair, “Xiao Qi is very light, right?”

Xiao Qi squirmed, but was carried away by brother Yiming.

He could only wave his little hands towards little uncle, looking pitiful.

Bo Yiming mumbled, “Xiao Qi, you know, I used to pounce on little daddy like this when I was little, and little daddy got knocked flying.”

Xiao Qi was shocked, “Ah?”

His big eyes widened in disbelief, looking at the tall little uncle, as if he was even skinnier than his daddy.

Bo Yiming continued in a low voice, “But little daddy wasn’t hurt, my big daddy caught him in time.”

As he spoke, he suddenly got excited, couldn’t help but lift Xiao Qi higher, “You know, my big daddy often appears out of nowhere to protect little daddy, just like a superhero in the movies.”

“Wow.” Xiao Qi imagined the scene, like an Ultraman descending from the sky to fight monsters in cartoons. He couldn’t help but exclaim in a milky voice, “So cool.”

“Right, my big daddy is super cool.” Bo Yiming agreed.

[Come on, your big daddy has such a peerless beauty as little daddy, how dare he not protect him? Waiting to be snatched away? (Queueing to snatch the wife…)]

[Thinking about the scene of little Ming knocking the wife flying, sorry, it’s a bit funny]

[Wife must have a sore chest, boohoo, let me kiss it better~]

[↑, is this the inner monologue of big daddy?]

[Hahaha, a superhero but also a softie? That’s a full-on contrast]

Zhu Wei and Zhou Xu were busy all morning, preparing a sumptuous lunch.

As Rongrong ate, she felt a little bit of small disappointment, scooting closer to her mommy.

Wen Cishu served her some soup, “Rongrong, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

Rongrong shook her head, looking at uncle, and said in a small voice, “Uncle, I don’t want the show to end.”

This made the kids all look at Rongrong.

Xingxing glanced over, then buried his head in his rice.

His cheeks puffed up, chewing the rice like a hamster, silently echoing Rongrong: I don’t want to go home either.

Bo Yiming just realized the show was ending, “Huh? So soon?”

Zhou Xu laughed, “Yiming, haven’t you had enough of digging potatoes?”

Wen Cishu noticed the little monkey suddenly looking a bit panicked, and asked, “Yiming? What’s wrong? Did you think of something?”

Bo Yiming asked in surprise, “Am I famous now? Little Daddy? I still need to become super famous!”

Wen Cishu thought, this kid is really persistent.

If it were anything else, he would fully support it, but he insists on breaking into the entertainment industry.

He gently advised, “Why don’t you ask uncle and aunties if being in the entertainment industry is fun, and if it’s really hard.”

Zhu Wei was surprised, “So Yiming wants to enter the entertainment industry?”

Bo Yiming was dumbfounded after hearing this, staring blankly at the aunt across from him.

“Didn’t I show it?”

Zhu Wei covered her mouth and laughed, not sure if she really didn’t see it.

Chu Han asked, “Yiming, do you want to act or sing?”

Hearing this, Wen Cishu slowly took a tissue and pressed it into his palm.

“I can sing—” Bo Yiming was about to show off his voice when a delicate hand covered his lips, “Mmm…”

[Hahaha, this scene, I’m really going to die laughing]

[No one knows a child better than their father! This is too perfect]

[Just now, the wife tilted her head, looking exactly like those experts in movies who predict their opponent’s moves and strike instantly, so cool]

[Wife, you should go act (as for Ming, being the son of a superstar dad, isn’t that great?]

Zhou Xu laughed and said, “It’s great, only at your age do you have this kind of drive. At uncle’s age, you don’t think about becoming super famous anymore.”

Xiao Qi asked curiously, “Daddy, what does becoming super famous mean?”

Zhou Xu fed him a bite of food and explained, “It means when you turn on the TV, you can see daddy on every channel, that’s when daddy is super famous.”

Xingxing asked, “Even on the animal channel, we can see uncle?”

“Pfft…” Bo Yiming burst out laughing.

Zhou Xu laughed in exasperation, “Xingxing, you little rascal, always holding back big moves, huh? What would uncle do on the animal channel? Sing to lions and tigers?”

Chu Han held back her laughter and explained to her son, “If it were mommy, it would mean many movies released every year, many people watching and liking them.”

“Oh.” Xingxing lowered his head, muttering, “Then becoming super famous is really hard.”

He looked at Bo Yiming, “Do you really want to become super famous?”

“Yeah!” Bo Yiming nodded, “I definitely can!”

He nudged Xingxing with his shoulder, “Then you can see me on every channel on TV, aren’t you looking forward to it?”

Xingxing imagined the scene, it seemed pretty cool. He nodded, “Yeah, I’ll watch.”

Wen Cishu held his forehead, what’s going on?

It seems even more determined?!

[Wife, why that expression? Don’t you want a super famous son?]

[If the family hires a tutor, they probably hope for a top scholar]

[Wife’s intention was probably hoping everyone would dissuade him, but… haha, I’m dying of laughter]

After lunch, everyone started restoring the kitchen according to the show’s tasks.

During the meal, Bo Yiming unexpectedly learned that Uncle Zhou Xu was an idol, so he chased him around, asking how to be a qualified idol, even using his watch as a recording tool to record Zhou Xu’s words.

Zhou Xu, holding Xiao Qi, dodged him, “Yiming’s daddy, hold your son!”

Wen Cishu was tidying up the dishes, “Do you think I can hold him back?”

Bo Yiming and Zhou Xu stood on opposite sides of the island, confused, “Uncle, why can’t you teach me? I really want to learn.”

Zhou Xu saw he couldn’t escape, so he said, “Being an idol isn’t that simple, there’s a lot to it. Let’s just say, every year many kids try, but only a few succeed in standing in front of the audience and being liked. If you talk about becoming super famous, maybe one every few years.”

Bo Yiming boldly declared, “Yeah, and that one is me!”

Chu Han laughed as she turned off the faucet, smiling at Wen Cishu, “Didn’t see it coming, Yiming is so goal-oriented.”

Wen Cishu was worried, thinking he should discuss it with Bo Tingyuan when they got back.

Listening to the little monkey chattering about his dreams to Zhou Xu, he couldn’t help but look up at the camera lens.

—Maybe reconsider sending him to a boarding school in France?

At worst, he could go along and take care of him.

[Oh my, wife, why did you suddenly look at me? Made my heart skip a beat]

[Those phoenix eyes are too beautiful, I can’t breathe]

[Is the show ending? Seeing one less time, boohoo, wife, kiss]

After Zhou Xu mentioned he hadn’t participated in many activities for a long time, mostly staying home with the kids.

Bo Yiming couldn’t believe it, stood on a chair, and loudly said, “Uncle! You’re not old yet, why give up your career? Have you forgotten your dreams? If you haven’t fought for it, how can you easily say you’ll just stay home with the kids?”

Zhou Xu looked up, “What are you up to, kid?”

Everyone else looked at him in unison.

Wen Cishu didn’t stop him, wanting to hear what he had to say.

Bo Yiming spoke righteously, passionately, “Uncle just said, only a few can stand in front of the audience and be seen! You’re one of them! Why not try harder to become the most famous one?”

Zhou Xu’s pupils slightly contracted, momentarily speechless, just staring at this not-yet-ten-year-old, “talking big” kid.

[Whoa, what a hot-blooded speech from a middle schooler, so inspiring!]

[That’s right! Zhou Xu, you jerk, get your act together! Taking care of kids doesn’t stop you]

[I’m so fired up, Ming, don’t be so amazing]