A Gorgeous Man Takes His Son to the City to Work 12

Chapter 12

The little tea deity, at such a young age, already knew how to maintain high-quality clients.

While Bai Qingyu was washing up, Cha Bao found the scissors and blindly cut off a tuft of his own hair, leaving a “horizontal” stubble on the back of his head, as if he had been injured in a fight outside and the doctor had shaved off some hair during stitching.

He opened the tea jar, put the hair inside, and patted the lid, “Lots now.”

When Bai Qingyu came out, the tool of the crime was still in Bai Xiaocha’s hand. He went over to take it, touched the spot where the hair had been cut, and said, “Baby, you look like a gangster baby.”

Bai Xiaocha didn’t understand and automatically substituted, “I’m a black-haired baby.”

Bai Qingyu suddenly remembered, didn’t He Renyuan have a scar on his forehead, about an inch long? How did he get injured?

With a stern face all day long, scaring people, could he really be a gangster?

The next day, when Bai Qingyu got up and was about to help Auntie Liu make breakfast, Bai Xiaocha followed him, holding the jar from the nightstand, “Dad.”

Bai Qingyu, “Hmm?”

“Tea for Uncle Boss.” Bai Xiaocha struggled to open the jar and poured the tea leaves into his father’s palm.

He held the tea jar upside down and shook it, even pouring out the tea dust.

Bai Qingyu, “Alright.” Anyway, he was going to resign. He usually collected tea leaves for He Renyuan, so he might as well let him finish them all.

Bai Xiaocha threw away the empty jar. What a generous tea deity baby.

At dawn, Bai Qingyu went downstairs to the kitchen and saw Auntie Liu’s busy figure.

“Auntie Liu, you’re up so early?” According to the simple menu arranged by Bai Qingyu, it only took half an hour to an hour to prepare breakfast every day.

Auntie Liu was holding a prepared chicken, constantly rubbing the seasoning sauce onto it, and stuffing scallions, ginger slices, etc. into the chicken cavity, “I’m afraid my skills will get rusty, so I got up to stew a pot of chicken.”

Bai Qingyu watched and learned, feeling a little regretful. The Jiang family’s flower bed was too small to raise broilers, only hens. It would be great if he could expand the scale of breeding. Old Man Deng used to love roasting small Lady Amherst’s pheasants for Bai Xiaocha to eat.

Auntie Liu put the chicken and seasoning sauce into a casserole and started stewing it.

Bai Qingyu asked, “Auntie Liu, can I add a step to the chicken?”

Auntie Liu immediately understood, “Tea leaves?”

Bai Qingyu nodded, took out a lot of tea leaves, and was about to throw them into the pot. It didn’t matter how it was cooked, as long as it was there.

Auntie Liu hurriedly stopped him, “Why don’t you save it for the young master to make tea?”

Bai Qingyu, “I don’t need anything from him, why should I make tea for him?”

Auntie Liu said in a tone that saw through the young man, “Is it because the young master won’t let you raise chickens, and you’re still sulking?”

Bai Qingyu, “Ah?”

Auntie Liu, “Want to make peace but too embarrassed?”

Bai Qingyu, “No.”

Auntie Liu, “How can you not be? You’ve never taken out so much tea at once before.”

Bai Qingyu was speechless.

Auntie Liu now had a pursuit of making delicious food. She took a bowl and put the tea leaves in it, “I’ll add them later, it’s not the right time yet.”

Bai Qingyu watched Auntie Liu in the kitchen. When the chicken in the casserole was cooked through, she fried the tea leaves and poured the hot oil and tea leaves over the chicken, making a sizzling sound.

Casserole tea-smoked chicken.

So fragrant.

Bai Qingyu couldn’t help but feel ashamed and a little worried about his future housekeeper days. The Jiang family didn’t say they would hire another cook. He would be responsible for cleaning the chicken coop, taking care of the old couple’s daily life, doing all the work of all the housekeepers at the He family.

Here, he could fool He Renyuan with tea leaves, because He Renyuan liked tea and was willing to compromise for high-quality tea. But outside, his cooking skills weren’t good enough to be a live-in housekeeper.

He had to learn from Auntie Liu these days and find a half-day daycare for Bai Xiaocha so he could concentrate on his work.

At seven o’clock, He Renyuan got up.

Auntie Liu brought the tea-smoked chicken to the table. He Renyuan glanced at it and frowned slightly. The tea leaves on the chicken almost covered it completely.

A lethal dose – enough to make one willingly die.

When did Bai Qingyu become so generous?

The chicken must be poisonous.

He Renyuan stared at the casserole thoughtfully, not touching it for a moment.

Bai Qingyu, “Aren’t you going to eat?”

He Renyuan, “The chicken farm is out of the question.”

Bai Qingyu, “Don’t worry, young master, I won’t raise them anymore.”

The housekeeper watched anxiously from the side. If he hadn’t promised Bai Qingyu to keep it a secret, he would have reminded the young master to be nicer and try to make Bai Qingyu change his mind.

The housekeeper had a brainwave and joked, “Why so much tea today? Is this the last meal? Have you taken out all the tea you’ve been saving?”

Bai Qingyu said frankly, “Yes, there’s no more tea in the jar.”

It had been emptied by his filial son.

He Renyuan was unmoved. He firmly believed that there were still recycled tea leaves in the trash can.

The housekeeper looked at the young master in exasperation. Why didn’t he react at all?

The housekeeper emphasized, “Why is there no more? Have your plans changed?”

He Renyuan, “It’s okay, the trash can will grow new ones.”

Bai Qingyu’s pupils trembled slightly. What did He Renyuan mean? Did he know that the tea leaves were grown from Bai Xiaocha? Being exposed as an immortal by a human was really unsettling for an immortal.

He Renyuan saw his panic and said, “I mean, the tea trees in the garden have grown new leaves, you can pick pre-rain tea.”

Bai Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief. So he was referring to the tea trees in the garden, “I’ll pick tea today.”

He Renyuan “hmm”ed, picked apart the tea leaves covering the casserole with his chopsticks, revealing the golden and fragrant chicken, and said to Bai Qingyu, “Sit opposite me and eat.”

Bai Qingyu, “Didn’t you mind me eating your leftovers?”

Auntie Liu had stewed a whole chicken. It wouldn’t look good if a drumstick or wing was missing, so no matter how much Auntie Liu liked Bai Qingyu, she could only promise to make it for him next time.

He Renyuan, “I’m afraid you’ll poison me.”

Bai Qingyu thought He Renyuan’s worry was baffling, but he was glad he had this concern. He tore off a drumstick and started eating first.

He Renyuan silently withdrew his hand that was about to offer a glove, his gaze lingering on Bai Qingyu’s hand, trying to find evidence of “food contamination.”

He watched for a long time, until Bai Qingyu’s fingertips were coated with a layer of oil from the chicken. His lips also had that sheen, bright red. He Renyuan still didn’t feel disgusted, but felt hungry because of the tea fragrance.

Alright, let’s eat.

…

After breakfast, He Renyuan went to work, and Bai Qingyu took a ladder from the storage room, placed it next to the tea tree, and started picking tea with a basket.

Bai Xiaocha saw him from the third floor, his face squeezed between the railing bars, “Does Dad need help?”

Bai Qingyu replied loudly, “Then come down slowly.”

“Okay!”

Bai Xiaocha immediately got up, held onto the bottom of the stair railing, and slowly came down.

“Dad!”

“You pick the lower leaves, I’ll pick the higher ones.” Bai Qingyu stood on the ladder, about a meter above the ground, so that his head was about ten centimeters taller than the tea tree.

“Okay, Dad.” Bai Xiaocha plucked a tender green tea leaf, “Picking tea leaves for Uncle Boss.”

“Cha Bao is doing a great job.” Bai Qingyu lowered his head and praised him. His gaze flickered and suddenly saw the SUV that had just left fifteen minutes ago returning!

!!!

The SUV stopped in front of the garden, the door opened. In broad daylight, He Renyuan had returned!

Because of the cover of the tea trees, the other party couldn’t see Bai Xiaocha yet, but as long as he came around, such a big child wouldn’t be able to hide… Bai Qingyu pursed his lips. He had no time to move Bai Xiaocha!

Seeing the boss walking towards him, Bai Qingyu whispered, “The boss is coming, Cha Bao, hide in the hole.”

He had to play hide-and-seek with Uncle Boss again!

Bai Xiaocha was right next to the play hole Bai Qingyu had dug for him. He skillfully grabbed the edge and slid down.

Bai Qingyu cast a spell and turned the little one into a small tea sapling.

From ten meters away, He Renyuan noticed that Bai Qingyu was a little wobbly, as if he was about to fall. His heart tightened.

Was the ladder not placed properly on the ground? How clumsy. He didn’t even know to ask someone to hold the ladder while picking tea. Did he need to be taught?

The closer He Renyuan got, the more nervous Bai Qingyu became, looking at He Renyuan, then turning to look at Cha Bao.

The elegant and composed, not-so-young tea deity never knew that he would be so flustered because He Renyuan might discover Cha Bao. He had already thought about the consequences.

At worst, he would be scolded and kicked out, and then he would find another family to work for. He had already found the next one, he wouldn’t be homeless.

But why was he nervous?

Was he worried that He Renyuan would be unkind to Cha Bao?

Yes, he was worried about this. He Renyuan hated children.

For some reason, Bai Qingyu didn’t want to see He Renyuan show dislike towards Cha Bao.

Cha Bao would forget other people’s malice with a little coaxing. Why was he so flustered?

When He Renyuan could fully see the hole, Bai Qingyu’s nervousness reached its peak. He then remembered that he should have come down from the ladder first and intercepted He Renyuan.

In his haste, he missed a step.

“Ah.”

He didn’t fall to the ground. A pair of strong hands steadily caught him. But the weight of an adult was not to be underestimated. He Renyuan took two steps back after catching Bai Qingyu. Just as he was about to steady himself, Bai Qingyu covered his eyes to prevent him from seeing a tea sapling swaying without wind.

He Renyuan tripped over the basket and stumbled. The next second, He Renyuan became a cushion, preventing Bai Qingyu from falling to the ground.

Bai Qingyu hurriedly propped himself up on He Renyuan’s chest, his voice slightly breathless, “Dad’s okay.”

Bai Xiaocha obediently played the role of a tree.

He Renyuan opened his eyes. Bai Qingyu still dared to call himself Dad, “Why did you cover my eyes?”

Just as he finished speaking, He Renyuan was stunned. He saw Bai Qingyu from the angle of lying under the tea tree, and a fragmented memory suddenly came to him.

He envisioned a young man with long hair.

He Renyuan raised his hand in a daze and touched air. Bai Qingyu had short hair.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt, boss?” Seeing He Renyuan in a daze, Bai Qingyu was a little nervous. He subconsciously brushed aside his hair, his soft fingertips touching the scar, his eyes flickering.

Had he treated a human’s injury before?

He Renyuan turned his face away uncomfortably, “No, get up.”

“Then let go of me.”

He Renyuan realized that his hand was still on Bai Qingyu’s waist. Why was this waist so thin, it had no sense of presence. He let go, feeling a sense of loss in his heartbeat.

Bai Qingyu got off He Renyuan.

He Renyuan sat up and stared at the few large tea trees with deep eyes.

It was right to move these trees here. In the same scene today, he remembered some things.

Three years ago, under the tea trees, he had indeed seen someone.

If he could find him, and that person’s brain wasn’t injured, he should remember what happened.

“Boss, aren’t you going to work today?”

“Came back to get some documents.” He Renyuan patted the dirt off his clothes, his gaze shifted, and he saw a tea sapling.

Bai Qingyu, “You won’t let me plant loofah, so I’m going to plant a new tea tree. A tea tree is okay, right?”

He Renyuan, “What variety?”

Bai Qingyu, “Uh, I bought it randomly online.”

He Renyuan frowned, bought it randomly?

“Don’t buy things online, ask the housekeeper to buy them if you need anything. Things bought online…” He Renyuan paused and swallowed the words “are not good quality.”

This tea sapling had some leaves missing for no reason. Long-distance transportation and squeezing during online shopping were too damaging to plants.

Bai Qingyu held his breath, waiting for He Renyuan’s evaluation.

He Renyuan, “It’s too small, when will it grow up?”