After breakfast, since the program group didn’t give any new tasks, everyone continued running the teahouse just like yesterday. 

Zhu Wei walked over to the cabinet where the tea leaves were kept, opened it, and found it empty. She announced a major problem in a very tragic tone. 

“Our tea leaves are all gone!”

Bo Yiming asked in confusion, “Is there a thief in the teahouse?”

Wen Cishu put his arm around Little Monkey’s shoulder and ruffled his hair, “Did the program group take them? Are they trying to create a challenge for us on purpose?”

Bo Yiming mumbled, “Is the program group really that mean?”

Rongrong was puzzled and asked softly, “Then how are we going to make tea?”

Zhu Wei pulled out a map from the cabinet and placed it in the middle of the table, and everyone gathered around. The cute map depicted the street where the teahouse was located. At the bottom of the map were the task rules.

[For every two cups of tea sold, you will receive a lunch provided by the program group.]

[Parents cannot leave the teahouse, or it will be considered a violation, and you’ll be dragged away by people in black~]

Chu Han calculated, “There are eight of us, so we need to sell at least sixteen cups of tea.”

Zhou Xu quickly chimed in, “Our Xiao Qi eats less, he can have mine.”

Chu Han laughed, “The problem is we don’t have any tea leaves, not even one cup.”

Zhu Wei sighed, “This is really a case of a clever housewife unable to cook without rice.”

Wen Cishu leaned closer to the cute map and pointed at a few places. “Look, there are three tea shops specially marked here. We should go get the tea leaves first, right?”

Zhu Wei looked closely and agreed, “But adults can’t go, it has to be the kids.”

All four parents looked at the kids. As the oldest brother, Bo Yiming stepped up without hesitation, “I’ll go get them, little dad.”

Just as everyone was discussing, a female tourist asked from outside the door, “Hello? Are you open?”

“Oh no,” Zhu Wei muttered, then turned to the customer with a bright smile, “I’m really sorry, although we’re open, we’re not ready yet. Could you come back in half an hour?”

“Sorry, I’m not here for tea,” the tourist said, peeking inside and asking in a low voice, “Can I use the restroom?”

“Oh, sure,” Zhu Wei didn’t refuse, fearing there might be a special situation, and led her to the restroom, asking softly, “Do you need anything?”

The tourist shook her head with a smile, “No, thank you.”

[Wei Jie is so nice~ Is this really okay?]

[Haha, a random passerby just popped in]

In the lobby, everyone else breathed a sigh of relief, crisis averted. 

Xingxing volunteered, “I’ll go with Yiming Gege to get the tea leaves, let’s go now.”

Otherwise, it might be too late.

Rongrong quickly ran to Yiming Gege’s side, “I want to go too.”

More people can bring back more.

Xiao Qi asked his dad to put him down, “Xiao Qi wants to go~” 

One little hand reached for Yiming Gege, and the other for Rongrong Jiejie.

The adults considered that the program group’s cameraman would follow, so the kids wouldn’t get lost, and agreed.

Wen Cishu bent down and seriously instructed Little Monkey, “Yiming, it’s okay if you can’t read the map, just ask the uncles and aunties along the street, okay?”

“Okay!” Bo Yiming nodded vigorously, “Little dad, don’t worry, we’ll be back!”

He then turned to the other two adults, “Uncle Zhou, Auntie, don’t worry, I’ll definitely bring back my little brother and sister.”

“Go on, go on,” Zhou Xu wasn’t too worried about them getting lost, he was more concerned about eight people sharing one meal later.

The four little ones held hands and walked out.

Soon, another tourist peeked in.

Zhou Xu exclaimed and walked over, ready to explain that the teahouse had no tea leaves.

But the tourist was quicker, pointing at the couplet and asking, “Hello, did the owner write this couplet? Can you write one for me?”

“Huh?” Zhou Xu hadn’t reacted yet.

Wen Cishu walked over with a spring in his step, “Sure, but there’s a fee.”

He winked at Zhou Xu.

Zhou Xu smiled, “Yes, thirty-eight for a couplet.”

Wen Cishu immediately observed the tourist’s reaction.

[Uncle Zhou, you’re quick to respond]

[Thirty-eight is too cheap, the handwriting is so beautiful]

[Judging by the expression, the wife probably thinks it’s too expensive, afraid the tourist will run away]

The tourist stepped in, “Okay, can you write it now? I have other places to visit.”

She had been admiring the calligraphy on the couplet and was slightly stunned when she noticed Wen Cishu’s face, then looked back at the ancient-style teahouse door, surprised, “Did I time travel?”

Zhou Xu, afraid she would leave, quickly invited her in, “Haha. You didn’t time travel, this handsome guy came from ancient times.”

The tourist looked at Wen Cishu in shock, “Huh? Is there really a time traveler?”

Wen Cishu went to get the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, “He’s joking.”

With no tea leaves in the teahouse, Chu Han could only pour a cup of warm water.

The tourist thanked her politely.

Everyone got busy, and Wen Cishu set up his writing tools, asking gently, “What would you like written?”

The tourist pointed to the entrance, “That one will do.”

Wen Cishu dipped the brush in ink and quickly wrote it out.

Once the ink dried a bit, he rolled it up, tied it with a small string, and handed it to the tourist.

“Thank you,” the tourist smiled and bowed, placing the money on the table.

As she stepped out, she turned to take another look at the young man in ancient clothing.

[Wow, does this tourist feel like it’s a magical experience?]

[The wife is really polite, so gentle to everyone, but not to me, sob sob~]

Wen Cishu picked up the money, “If the program group’s lunch isn’t enough, can we buy our own lunch?”

“Exactly!” Zhou Xu nodded with a smile, “Great, a few more tourists and we can handle lunch ourselves.”

As they spoke, Wen Cishu slightly turned his head, rubbing the back of his neck against his collar.

For some reason, since this morning, he felt a bit itchy on a patch of skin on the back of his neck.

He hadn’t paid attention during breakfast, but now the itch was becoming more noticeable.

–

At the hotel.

Bo Tingyuan had noticed Wen Cishu’s slight head-turning action for the third time.

It seemed like there was some slight discomfort on his back.

He sent a message to his son.

[Yiming, when you get back to the teahouse, ask your little dad if he’s feeling unwell, away from the cameras]

But Bo Yiming was busy getting tea leaves and hadn’t noticed the new message on his watch.

Bo Tingyuan called Uncle Xu, asking him to have Doctor Lin ready.

On the phone, Uncle Xu was startled, “What’s wrong with Mister?”

Bo Tingyuan watched the screen where Wen Cishu frowned for the fourth time, finally scratching the back of his neck.

“Not sure yet, it might be a skin issue.”

“Okay, okay,” Uncle Xu agreed.

After hanging up, he immediately went to knock on the adjacent room’s door, explaining the situation to Doctor Lin.

Doctor Lin’s eyes moved, immediately thinking of a possibility.

“Could it be a skin allergy from the program group’s clothes yesterday? I’ll have my assistant send over some ointment, just in case.”

“That’s possible, Mister rarely wears outside clothes,” Uncle Xu said politely, “Thank you.”

Doctor Lin smiled, “It’s my job, otherwise what am I doing here? Old Xu, you don’t have to be so polite with me.”

Uncle Xu wasn’t being polite, just cautious.

After receiving the call from the eldest young master, he took it very seriously.

Although Mister’s health was indeed improving day by day, his foundation was still too weak.

If a small issue turned into a big problem, it wouldn’t be good.

–

In the program.

After leaving the teahouse, the four little ones followed the map, asking for directions along the way, and finally reached the nearest tea shop.

The owner said they couldn’t just take the tea leaves for free, they needed to do something for the shop.

Bo Yiming, recalling yesterday’s situation, told the owner they were great at attracting customers.

How great?

He sat Little Qi at the counter by the door, raised his little hand, and had him play the role of a lucky cat.

So, the round-faced Little Qi smiled sweetly, raising his hand and waving it up and down.

The owner was about to say this wasn’t good when someone actually came in to see what was happening.

So he closed his mouth and attended to the customer first.

[The owner’s expression is so funny, probably startled by Yiming’s quick thinking]

[Little Qi is so obedient and cooperative, he understood exactly what Yiming Gege said]

Later, the owner, afraid the oldest boy would come up with more quirky ideas, assigned them to clean the second floor.

The entire second floor was also a place for tea drinking, but it hadn’t been used for a long time, and the floor was dusty.

The owner provided brooms, mops, and cloths, “Clean it up, I’ll check, don’t damage anything.”

The three kids answered loudly, “Okay!”

Although the owner spoke in a serious tone, he couldn’t help but secretly stand at the corner, observing for a while, then smiled and shook his head as he went downstairs.

Bo Yiming assigned tasks to his little brother and sister.

He went to the sink to wring out a towel, letting Rongrong wipe the chairs.

He and Xingxing started sweeping the floor from the corners of the room.

The two little boys quickly cleaned the floor and even mopped it once.

Rongrong looked at the still-drying floor, “Are we done?”

“Yes, let’s go,” Bo Yiming took Rongrong’s hand, “Gege will take you to wash your hands. Xingxing, you too.”

Xingxing quickly followed.

Bo Yiming washed his little brother and sister’s hands, then handed them tissues to dry, nodding seriously, “Hmm, very good~”

[Yiming has the potential to take care of little siblings, should the wife have another one?]

[Did you forget? Mommy’s health isn’t good, she definitely won’t have another]

[No second child, Yiming should get all the love from both dads~]

The three kids supported each other as they went downstairs.

Rongrong, being small, walked a bit slower.

She was worried about wasting time, but seeing her two brothers carefully supporting her on both sides of the stairs, she felt very touched.

She had always wanted a brother, but the adults told her that brothers couldn’t be asked for later.

Unexpectedly, she could now fulfill a small wish in the program.

Downstairs.

Little Qi sat by the counter eating an orange, still with more than half left, waving to his brother and sister, “Come eat, it’s so sweet~”

Everyone gathered around, and Little Qi gave each a segment.

The cool, sweet orange brought smiles to every child’s face.

The owner handed over a bag of tea leaves, “Thank you for your hard work, here’s your tea, take it back quickly. Be careful on the way.”

Bo Yiming took the tea bag with both hands, excited, “Thank you, uncle!”

Each child jumped and thanked the owner, making him a bit embarrassed.

But there weren’t many tea leaves, so Xingxing asked outside, “Gege, do we need to go to the second tea shop?”

Bo Yiming quickly said, “Xingxing, do you know the way back to the teahouse? How about you take it back? I’ll go somewhere else?”

At this moment, Rongrong tugged on Yiming Gege’s clothes, “Gege, look, there are foreigners.”

The little ones turned back.

Outside the tea shop, three blond foreigners were talking to the owner.

The owner was gesturing helplessly, indicating he didn’t understand.

The foreigners kept pointing inside, not intending to leave.

Bo Yiming noticed the owner’s expression and thought for a moment, “You guys wait a minute.”

He handed the tea leaves to Xingxing and ran up, “Uncle, let me ask them.”

He looked at the three and asked in English what they needed.

The foreigners were delighted and explained their purpose.

After a conversation, Bo Yiming told the owner, “Uncle, they want to buy tea leaves, some kind of Jin Jun something.”

“Jin Jun Mei?”

The owner was surprised, looking between the two parties, “Really?”

Bo Yiming confirmed after another exchange, nodding, “They want a pound.”

“A pound?”

The owner turned to look inside the shop, whispering, “Tell them I only have pre-packaged ones, not loose.”

Bo Yiming translated again, and the foreign tourists agreed.

Then, the owner took out various packaged Jin Jun Mei from the shop, displaying them one by one.

Bo Yiming translated on the side, successfully facilitating a transaction.

After the tourists paid by card, they repeatedly thanked Bo Yiming, curious about his European-like features, asking, [Are you mixed-race?]

Bo Yiming nodded.

He had to return to the teahouse, so he didn’t say much. “Uncle, I’m leaving now.”

“Wait!”

The owner grabbed his thin arm and took out another bag of tea leaves from the counter, “This is for you. Thank you, little friend.”

[Wow? Unexpectedly got more tea leaves!!]

[Oh my, that conversation was so fluent, I really believe this kid has a talent for languages, I couldn’t keep up at all]

[He was acting all cute in front of little dad this morning, but when he’s out alone, he’s a shining little adult]

[Yiming: It’s every little one’s privilege to act cute with mommy~]

–

The four little ones returned to the teahouse with two bags of tea leaves.

Wen Cishu had already written two couplets and one fan face, almost setting up a stall for “letter writing.”

Zhou Xu, standing at the door, picked up Little Qi and lifted him high, “You took so long? Are you okay?”

Little Qi raised his little hand, mimicking the lucky cat’s motion, waving to his dad.

“Huh?” Zhou Xu was puzzled.

Little Qi mumbled, “Silly dad!”

Xingxing and Rongrong sat down to drink warm water, telling the adults about what happened at the tea shop.

Wen Cishu listened and looked at the quiet Little Monkey drinking water, not coming to “claim credit”?

Isn’t that unusual?

He opened his arms and hugged him, “Yiming is so amazing. Come, little dad will give you a hug.”

Bo Yiming, a bit shy, was finally unable to hold back a little giggle in his little dad’s arms.

[Oh my, Yiming, are you being tsundere? So cute]

[I want to cheer for Yiming! Please, program group, open a separate voting channel for me, thank you]

[One vote from you, one vote from me, Yiming will debut tomorrow!]

[I have to say it again, mommy is so wonderful! When will my parents replace criticism with praise?]

[Probably, this is what other people’s parents are like [crying.jpg]]

With the tea leaves back, the teahouse officially opened for business.

Zhu Wei and Chu Han discussed and found that the two small bags of tea leaves could make at least twenty cups of tea, so they started preparing.

As tourists came in one after another, Bo Yiming checked the time and realized there was a message from big dad.

Oh no!

Bo Yiming ran to little dad, looked at the direction of the camera, and tugged on his clothes, “Little dad, come, I have something to tell you.”

“Hmm? What’s up?” Wen Cishu was puzzled but still followed, being pulled to the corner.

[What are they saying? Why avoid the camera?]

[Yiming, you sneaky little thing, what can’t we know?]

In the corner.

Bo Yiming confirmed the camera couldn’t see them and quickly said, “Little dad, big dad just sent a message, asking me to ask you away from the camera if you’re feeling unwell.”

“No… oh.”

Wen Cishu realized, touching the back of his neck, “Dad’s neck is really itchy. Can you take a look for me?”

[Yiming, big dad only said to avoid the camera, not to turn off the microphone, haha]

[Last time, when the wife kept drinking water, didn’t big dad also direct Yiming to stop it? Why avoid the camera this time?]

[Maybe it’s because the location is sensitive and doesn’t want it filmed?]

[Interesting angle! I agree!]

Bo Yiming tried to stand on tiptoe.

Wen Cishu moved his long hair to one shoulder, “Can you see?”

On the back of his neck, the originally porcelain-white skin had a patch of blurred red marks.

“It’s all red?” Bo Yiming’s voice was filled with concern, carefully touching it with his fingertips. “How did this happen? Does it hurt, little dad?”

Wen Cishu heard his worry and quickly said, “It might be an allergy to the clothing tag material. But it’s okay, it’s not too uncomfortable. Tell big dad not to worry.”

After speaking, he noticed the white microphone on Little Monkey’s collar.

What’s the use of avoiding the camera?!

In the last episode, he remembered telling the little one not to speak, and today he forgot to guard against it!

Bo Yiming noticed little dad’s strange expression, hesitant to speak, “Little dad, what’s wrong? Are you suddenly feeling unwell?”

Wen Cishu silently pointed to his and the little one’s microphones.

Bo Yiming: (ΩДΩ)

[Is mommy having an allergic reaction? Is it serious?]

[The big beauty’s skin is so delicate, it must be all red, I really want to blow on it~]

[Program group, how about letting Yiming’s big dad send some ointment? And make a cameo? We’ll pretend we didn’t see it]

Just as the audience was teasing, the father and son returned to the camera.

Although they realized the audience heard them, they pretended nothing happened and continued working.

Ten minutes later.

The program group PD appeared, handing Bo Yiming a tube of ointment, winking at him.

Bo Yiming smiled, “Thank you!”

“It’s not me!” The PD thought he could get the hint from his meaningful look.

“I know, it must be my big dad.” Bo Yiming returned, pulling little dad to apply the ointment.

[Program PD, what are you doing? You should all say that the ointment must be delivered by Yiming’s big dad himself]

[Exactly, exactly, and he should personally apply it to the wife]

[Wait, I’m quite interested in the scene of applying ointment, where can I watch it?]