A Gorgeous Man Takes His Son to the City to Work 4

Chapter 4

Bai Qingyu rubbed his son’s head, “Because Dad wanted to take you out to eat grilled sausage. Is it good?”

Bai Xiaocha nodded, the soft flesh on his cheeks trembling, “It’s good.”

After the rain, the spring night became chilly. Apart from the small vendor who insisted on selling grilled sausages at the subway entrance, there were almost no pedestrians on the road. Bai Qingyu hugged his son tightly, turned sideways, and blocked the direction of the wind.

It was difficult for tea deities to get sick, unless the weather was so bad that the tea trees on the mountain withered, they would be affected and become weak. But it was still uncomfortable when the body was cold.

Bai Qingyu covered Bai Xiaocha’s forehead with his palm to prevent his head from catching a cold. He had come out in a hurry and didn’t expect to spend the night outside. If he had known, he would have worn a hat.

“Dad, hold this for me.” Bai Xiaocha rubbed his hands together vigorously and pressed them against his father’s neck, “Warm.”

The heat generated by the friction of the tender palms was limited, but Bai Qingyu still said, “So warm.”

A citizen walking his dog at night saw the father and son who were dependent on each other. He slowed down, hesitantly reached into his coat pocket, then his pants pocket, but found nothing. Finally, when he took out his phone, he was dragged away by the big dog with a look of frustration.

This kind-hearted citizen would probably be annoyed all night for not carrying cash.

Under his father’s care, Bai Xiaocha finished the grilled sausage, his eyes shining. His pupils were like Bai Qingyu’s, with a slight amber color like tea, but his soft hair was very dark, with the obsidian luster of being fully exposed to the sun.

Just as Bai Qingyu was planning to spend the night in the bank’s self-service area, the housekeeper finally sent him a message, asking if Bai Xiaocha was asleep. If he was asleep, he could carry him in through the back door without making a sound. If he wasn’t asleep, it would be too dangerous to take the child through the line of fire.

Bai Qingyu looked at his son who was still licking the bamboo skewer with relish and replied, “Asleep.”

The housekeeper saw that the window on the second floor was finally dark, and heaved a sigh of relief. He went to the door to meet Bai Qingyu.

He also brought a cardboard box for Bai Qingyu to put the child in. The housekeeper’s love was reflected in the fact that he found a very high-end box for storing tea leaves.

“If you are seen, just say you are moving tea leaves. Mr. He has a hobby of collecting famous teas.”

Bai Qingyu nodded heavily.

On the second floor, in the darkness, He Renyuan sat quietly by the window, a cup of cold tea beside him.

In recent years, he had suffered from insomnia at night, but he still masochistically consumed caffeine from tea leaves.

A notebook was spread out on the table, listing the events that happened in the spring three years ago. Some he remembered, some he found through work schedules, surveillance footage, and the statements of others, accurate to the minute and second of what happened. He had a cleanliness obsession with time and did not allow any bit of time to be hidden in the shadows of confusion.

However, there was no break in time, at most he was unconscious for a few hours after falling off the cliff. But He Renyuan firmly believed that he was missing a large piece of important memory.

Otherwise, how to explain the tea leaf tattoo that appeared out of nowhere on his lower back?

The doctor’s explanation for this was that he had lost the memory of getting a tattoo before falling off the cliff.

Was that so? But he had recovered all the memories before the fall through various means, every minute, every second, with conclusive evidence, and there was no gap for a tattoo.

He Renyuan drank the cold tea and reached out to pour more, only to find that the pot was also empty. Tea leaves helped him recall the past, but the effect was becoming less and less obvious.

He moved his long legs and got up to pour water. He was a little irritable. Uncle Qi said that drinking tea like this was self-abuse. He had stored the tea leaves in a cabinet on the first floor, not allowing them to be placed on the second floor where he could easily reach them.

He had to go downstairs.

Just as he reached the stairs, He Renyuan noticed someone coming up, with light footsteps. Judging by the sound, it wasn’t someone from the house.

No thief would be so blind as to steal here, so it must be the new, healthy but brainless housekeeper.

He Renyuan stopped. The next second, he came face to face with the new face who was tiptoeing with a child.

Suddenly encountering an expressionless person in the corner, even the tea deity was a little startled.

Although the lights were not on, the light from the street lamp coming through the window at the corner of the stairs vaguely illuminated the employer’s strong features. His eyebrows were shrouded in an unyielding low pressure, as if he could suck anyone who met his gaze into a dark abyss.

He Ying and the housekeeper had emphasized that the employer had a bad temper, but Bai Qingyu hadn’t taken it seriously. He was a tea deity, how could he be afraid of the mere anger of a human?

Bai Qingyu clutched the box tightly. Some humans were still very scary.

He Renyuan’s gaze first fell on the tea box in his hand and the fair and slender fingers holding the box. Because he loved tea, business partners often set the meeting place in a tea house. He had seen many hands making tea, but none were as suitable as this pair for holding white porcelain, brewing tea around a stove, and passing cups.

The thought flashed by. He Renyuan looked up and met a face that would be lost in a crowd.

Bai Qingyu forgot the story he had agreed on with the housekeeper. Seeing that He Renyuan looked like he wanted his box, he said nervously, “The housekeeper said that the remaining tea leaves in this box are damp and unwanted, I can take them away.”

He Renyuan himself didn’t know how much tea was in the house. He had drunk so much that he was numb. He had long since lost interest in appreciating tea, and the thickness and strength were all the same to him. He just favored the strange connection between tea and memory, but this connection was gradually failing.

But at this moment, the faint tea fragrance he smelled was like a thin thread, pulling up ripples in his mind that led to an unknown place, just like the first time he drank tea after waking up.

He Renyuan’s voice was low and cold, “Give me a packet.”

Bai Qingyu emphasized, “They’re damp.”

He Renyuan frowned, “I know.”

Bai Qingyu pursed his lips. But there was only a child in the box, no tea leaves.

He Renyuan threatened him with a bad temper, “The ownership of the items in your box is unclear. As your employer, I have the right to inspect it.”

Bai Qingyu didn’t understand the first half of the sentence, but he understood the second half. He hurriedly said, “Don’t be angry, I’ll give it to you right away.”

Bai Qingyu reached into the box and gently plucked two hairs from the tea deity cub.

The hairs fell into his palm and turned into a handful of tea leaves. Bai Qingyu used his divine power to dry them and said, “Hold out your hand.”

He Renyuan, “Hmm?”

Bai Qingyu said seriously, “It’s loose tea inside, that’s why it’s damp. It’s not in individual packets.”

He Renyuan held out his hand, and a few tea leaves fell into his palm, carrying a slight warmth, “Just these? Enough to brew a pot?”

Bai Qingyu took a step back with the box, looking at He Renyuan with the eyes of a human trafficker, “Enough.”

Really, because the young master was back, he and Cha Bao got a little wet in the rain outside. His hair was damp, and the tea fragrance was overflowing, which led to him being stopped by the tea-savvy young master who wanted tea.

He Renyuan sneered. People lined up outside to curry favor with him with top-notch tea, and here he was, haggling with the housekeeper over a few tea leaves.

If he wasn’t so irritable due to long-term insomnia and didn’t want to go downstairs, he would have fired this stingy housekeeper immediately.

“Not enough, another handful.”

Bai Qingyu was helpless against the robber-like employer. He had no choice but to reach in and search Bai Xiaocha’s entire head for fallen hair.

The little one thought his father was stroking his head in his sleep and turned over comfortably.

The tea box moved. Bai Qingyu almost lost his grip with one hand and scrambled to hold it with his other hand.

He Renyuan took a step down and held the box, feeling its considerable weight.

At least twenty catties of tea, and he wouldn’t give him even a few grams? And this was originally his tea? He Renyuan took a deep breath, comforting himself not to stoop to the level of a brain-damaged person.

Just as he was about to grab a handful himself, Bai Qingyu quickly blocked him and placed a handful of tea leaves in his palm.

Bai Qingyu, “Do you need anything else? Can I go up to sleep?”

“The housekeeper arranged for you to live on the third floor?” He Renyuan frowned. The third floor was for guests.

Bai Qingyu looked at him. Was the young master going to take back not only his food but also his room on the first day he returned?

He Renyuan received his gaze, twitched the corner of his mouth, and stepped aside.

As Bai Qingyu passed by, He Renyuan smelled a stronger tea fragrance. He raised his hand and smelled it. So… damp tea leaves were actually more fragrant?

He Renyuan threw the tea leaves into a health pot and boiled them, then poured a cup.

The tea was a tender green color with a rich orchid fragrance. The tea aroma was fresh, but the taste was light, obviously a new Tongmu tea that was less than three years old. It should still be Wuyi Zheng Yan tea, a Maocha made through simple sun-drying and stir-frying, not a finished tea.

No matter how you looked at it, it was too tender.

Zheng Yan tea was produced in high mountain valleys, precious and hard to find. He Renyuan had a lot of it, managed by the housekeeper. He hadn’t been very attentive to it in the past two years.

He Renyuan bent down and took out a sky-blue Ru kiln cup from under the table to replace the crude mug. He was stunned. It had been a long, long time since he had gone to such trouble for tea.

…

Bai Qingyu transported Bai Xiaocha to the third floor without incident, losing five hairs in the process.

If Bai Qingyu used his original immortal appearance, his hair would be waist-length and dark green.

Bai Xiaocha’s hair was so black because he ate too much human food. He didn’t look like a tea deity at all. It might also be that the hair of the other bloodline provider in his body was too black.

But did this person really exist? Tea trees were divided into asexual reproduction and sexual reproduction. Asexual reproduction was more likely to retain the excellent characteristics of the previous generation.

Could Bai Xiaocha be his asexual reproduction? But… Bai Qingyu looked at his son’s black hair and fell into deep thought. If it was asexual reproduction, it should be dark green.

Oh! It might be due to food.

[Baby, eat less human sesame and soy sauce in the future.]

The next day, He Renyuan sat at the dining table, a standard meal in front of him. He had no appetite, but he was thinking about the tea from last night.

He actually slept well last night.

“Uncle Qi, which tea was damp last night?”

Housekeeper Qi said “ah”, what damp? He took good care of the young master’s tea. There was no way it could be damp. Even the decades-old Pu’er tea cakes were fine.

He Renyuan didn’t get a response and frowned, “The box of tea you gave to the new housekeeper, is there any more in the warehouse?”

In a flash, the housekeeper reacted. What tea? It must be that Bai Qingyu was caught by the young master when he was carrying the child back to his room last night and said it was tea.

The housekeeper said succinctly, “No more.”

He Renyuan, “No more?”

The housekeeper made up an excuse, “That was some cheap tea I bought from a street vendor when I went back to my hometown a while ago. It was the last bag, so I bought it to help the owner. Later, I found that the taste was average, so I didn’t store it properly.”

This was full of loopholes. He Renyuan didn’t bother to correct him and was inexplicably offended, “The taste was average?”

“You drank it?” The housekeeper’s heart skipped a beat. Was the taste good? His tea story with Bai Qingyu didn’t match! The busy young master was paying too much attention to this box of tea.

Bai Qingyu happened to come out from upstairs. No one told him that when He Renyuan was home, the servants had to get up early. He got up even later than the employer. He walked down the stairs quietly and was stopped by the housekeeper.

“Qingyu, the tea I gave you last night…” The housekeeper started.

Bai Qingyu continued, “Oh, thank you, it was very good.”

He was suspected of self-praise, “Mr. He should also think it’s good.”

He Renyuan snorted and said to the housekeeper, “Go buy another box from that vendor.”

The housekeeper, “…” Where would he buy it?

He Renyuan kindly reminded, “Uncle Qi, your hometown is in the north. It should be easy to find a street vendor selling Lao Zong Shui Xian, right?”

The housekeeper’s vision blurred. Where did Bai Qingyu get the tea to fool He Renyuan? Judging by the young master’s tone, it was authentic, “I remember now, a while ago, I accidentally spilled a box of Lao Zong Shui Xian on the floor and poured it together.”

Bai Qingyu, “Uncle Qi—” Don’t go along with the young master. There are traps in his words, both good and bad.

He Renyuan, “Oh? I was wrong, it’s not Lao Zong, it’s Xin Zong.”

The housekeeper shut up. Well, he shouldn’t have tried to be clever in front of a lawyer. He didn’t know which sentence was true and which was false.