A Gorgeous Man Takes His Son to the City to Work 47

Chapter 47

He Renyuan had seen similar reactions to Old Man Deng’s many times today – because he and Cha Bao looked alike, discerning people would suspect their relationship.

He came precisely to address this.

He was wearing clothes specifically chosen for the parent-teacher meeting, dignified yet approachable. He looked at Old Man Deng and said calmly, “Hello, uncle, I’m He Renyuan, Qingyu’s friend, and also Cha Bao’s uncle.”

Then, he immediately answered Cha Bao’s question, “Yes, Uncle is also here to make money.”

He Renyuan saw a bamboo chair nearby, dragged it over, and placed it at the end of the assembly line, trying to blend in seamlessly.

Bai Qingyu, “Old Man Deng, he’s my boss.”

Old Man Deng thought, he didn’t look like a boss, more like a rich scholar. He always thought Cha Bao didn’t have a second dad, after all, Cha Bao was so cute, no human could be this capable. But today, this rich scholar seemed somewhat capable.

Old Man Deng was over fifty years old. In his first half of life, the tea deity was only a legend in his ancestors’ stories and ancient books. He suspected the ancient books were made up by some ancestor who wrote stories, and later, he even forgot where the ancient books were hidden.

Until three years ago, the tea deity visited for the first time, in his true form, standing hesitantly at the door, wondering if this dilapidated place was where he should be.

When Old Man Deng saw Bai Qingyu, it wasn’t an exaggeration to say that he felt the call of his ancestral blood, making him 100% certain that Bai Qingyu was the tea deity.

Bai Qingyu asked, “Are you a descendant of Deng Gong?”

Old Man Deng said nervously, “Yes, I’ve been waiting for the tea deity for many years.”

Bai Qingyu smiled, “Can you give me a bowl of porridge?”

Old Man Deng immediately scraped the bottom of the pot from breakfast and made a bowl of porridge.

The tea deity took it contentedly.

A few months later, he saw the tea deity again, holding Cha Bao, looking at his house with a somewhat unfamiliar gaze, “Cha Bao needs sunlight, can I stay at your place?”

The newborn Cha Bao was tiny, sleeping almost all day, like a small rice cake that would melt in the sun.

Old Man Deng had never raised a child, but he had seen his neighbors do it. Just as he was about to go out and borrow some milk powder, Bai Qingyu stopped him, “Cha Bao only needs water.”

Old Man Deng offered to buy expensive mineral water. A tour group that came before drank mineral water that cost seven yuan a bottle, that kind must be the best.

But Bai Qingyu said, “No need to waste money, just use rainwater or well water.”

Old Man Deng watched Bai Qingyu feed Cha Bao rainwater all day, not even boiling it, his heart aching with worry.

Spoonful by spoonful of rainwater, Cha Bao drank quickly, vividly demonstrating why rainwater was also called sweet dew.

Cha Bao grew up day by day, learning to kick his legs and grasp things.

When Bai Qingyu told him that Cha Bao could eat human rice cereal, Old Man Deng immediately used the new rice of the season, went to the mill in town to grind rice cereal, and, on the owner’s recommendation, added sesame seeds, black rice, oats, and Euryale ferox seeds.

Raising a little tea deity wasn’t that easy, and it wasn’t that difficult either.

He hadn’t met He Renyuan, but three years ago, there was a sensational criminal case. A lawyer was pushed off a cliff by a fool, it seemed his name was He Renyuan.

Combined with the fact that Bai Qingyu appeared for the first time during that period, and the tea deity, who usually didn’t eat human food, came to ask for porridge, Old Man Deng became uneasy.

Could it be that Bai Qingyu was asking for food for He Renyuan?

Then what about this seemingly heartless man?

Not to mention milk powder, this heartless man hadn’t even bought mineral water.

Damn it, he told the heartless man story too late. He should have told it three years ago when the tea deity came to ask for porridge.

How could he be deceived so easily? But Bai Qingyu had never mentioned He Renyuan? It must be that the heartless man did something heartless.

Old Man Deng was lost in thought, and the first step of his assembly line slowed down.

Bai Qingyu, free for a moment, asked He Renyuan, “How was the parent-teacher meeting?”

He Renyuan only attended the beginning, “It was good, the teacher praised Cha Bao for getting along well with all the children.”

Although the kindergarten, to prevent Cha Bao from shaking milk tea, replaced the milk bowls with sippy cups that children couldn’t open overnight, this didn’t affect the camaraderie built on a cup of milk tea. The watermelon-haired boy was still reflecting on how he was the reason Brother Cha Bao couldn’t drink milk tea anymore.

He Renyuan, “Cha Bao often mentions Old Man Deng, you’re his most important grandpa.”

Old Man Deng was slightly proud but didn’t accept the goodwill.

He Renyuan wasn’t discouraged. Looking at the matching anti-counterfeit labels on Bai Qingyu and Bai Xiaocha’s faces, the more indifferent Old Man Deng was to him, the more it proved that this was his real wife and child.

He had been too fixated on science before. If science couldn’t serve him, then it wasn’t scientific at all. Idealists, what they thought, they got.

Bai Xiaocha was very happy that his uncle also came to earn money. If his uncle had gone to the factory with him and his dad last time, he would definitely have worked faster than the auntie opposite them.

“Ten cents each.” Bai Xiaocha carefully stuck labels on the back of the gift bags. Alright, Grandpa, Dad, and Baby had earned another ten cents together.

He Renyuan suddenly felt a pang of heartache and said with suppressed emotions, “Cha Bao is so good.”

Bai Xiaocha turned over the gift bag, pointed at the advertisement, “Green waters and red mountains, rocky bones and floral fragrance,” and asked, “Uncle, what does this mean?”

He Renyuan was about to explain when he saw the sparkle in Bai Xiaocha’s eyes, different from when he asked about food, and immediately said, “Uncle doesn’t know, does Cha Bao know?”

“Yes!” Bai Xiaocha loudly explained, “Dad said, it means strong bones and a fragrant body!”

He Renyuan couldn’t help but laugh, “I see, Uncle has learned something new.”

Bai Qingyu pointed at the packaging bag, “Have you had this brand of Da Hong Pao before?”

He Renyuan was silent.

Old Man Deng said, “Boss He doesn’t drink tea, does he? This is the third year Qingyu and I have been folding these boxes, the sales should be good.”

He Renyuan didn’t dare to speak. Tea with high sales volume definitely wasn’t expensive or high-quality. He naturally hadn’t had it before, but this was the box Bai Qingyu folded, could he say it was too cheap? Old Man Deng was digging a hole for him.

No, not a hole, but the truth.

Bai Qingyu explained for him, “The young master drinks it, he even spent millions to reserve a purebred old tea tree, he has high standards.”

Old Man Deng curled his lip after hearing this. Okay, okay, so he spent millions outside to support a mistress tea tree. You have high standards, your child drinks dew and grows up.

He Renyuan: “…” The explanation sounded even worse.

He wanted to defend himself, but he was at a loss for words, realizing for the first time that having money could lead to mistakes.

Old Man Deng slapped his thigh, “Oh, the sweet potatoes are getting cold, I forgot to bring them out.”

Old Man Deng hurriedly went to the kitchen and brought out a basin of sweet potatoes, peeled one that was soft, sweet, and slightly hot, just right to hold, “Cha Bao, eat, you guys eat too.”

Bai Xiaocha held the sweet potato and ate it like a banana, one bite at a time.

“Grandpa, eat, Dad, eat, Uncle, eat too.”

Bai Qingyu peeled a large one and handed it to He Renyuan, “Don’t be polite.”

Cha Bao didn’t know how much food he had eaten at the He family. Although it wasn’t reflected in his weight, the amount was definitely not small. He Renyuan came to his house, there were no delicacies, but there were plenty of sweet potatoes.

He Renyuan was indeed hungry from traveling, so he accepted it without hesitation, eating while thinking about Old Man Deng’s words. Although he was interrupted by the sweet potato, he still had to explain – he didn’t dislike the tea packaged by Bai Qingyu, and he didn’t particularly like the million-dollar tea, he only liked Bai Qingyu.

Wait, what did Old Man Deng say just now?

This was Bai Qingyu’s third year packaging this tea?? If, as Bai Qingyu said, Cha Bao grew as soon as his dormancy ended, then the father and son should have lived in the human world for two years, which didn’t match Cha Bao’s age.

He Renyuan finally remembered the evidence he had overlooked: he clearly knew that Cha Bao’s tea was two years old, more than two years, not one and a half years. How come after the tea transformed into a human, he didn’t connect the dots?!

And, he watched Cha Bao eat and drink every day, but his weight and height barely increased, which meant Cha Bao naturally grew slower than humans!

Cha Bao was now the size of a one-and-a-half-year-old human, but he might actually be two years old.

He Renyuan hurriedly asked Bai Qingyu for confirmation, “Is Cha Bao two years old?”

Bai Qingyu paused, thinking there was nothing he couldn’t say, “Yes, he grows slowly.”

He Renyuan’s eyes darkened. He almost wanted to ask, are you still sure Cha Bao is asexually reproduced? Do you know that Cha Bao and I look alike? But with Old Man Deng and the child present, it wasn’t a good time to ask, so he could only endure it.

Old Man Deng was dumbfounded. He didn’t expect He Renyuan to already know the tea deity’s identity, “Qingyu, he, you…”

Bai Qingyu told Old Man Deng, “He knows, but he’s a good person.”

Old Man Deng clutched his chest. It was over, such a cunning human, did Bai Qingyu even listen to his story?

He hurriedly went in and took out the ancient book, spreading it out on the chair to dry in the sun, “You haven’t forgotten the story in the book, have you?”

Bai Qingyu, “I remember.”

Old Man Deng saw Bai Qingyu’s indifferent look and felt heartbroken. A flash of inspiration struck him: copying, copying once was equivalent to reading ten times.

He said, “My ancient book is about to fall apart, copy a new one for me.”

Bai Qingyu, “Okay.”

Bai Qingyu went in and took a hardcover calendar. The back was high-quality white paper, perfect for copying.

He Renyuan’s nerves were once again touched by Bai Qingyu’s frugality, “You copy, I’ll fold the boxes.”

Bai Qingyu, “Okay.”

He Renyuan became an assembly line worker, and Bai Qingyu sat opposite him, copying the ancient book.

His posture was upright, his back straight, his neck slightly bent. Although it was a ballpoint pen, he wrote like he was using a brush.

The story wasn’t long. Bai Qingyu quickly reached the blurred first page and frowned slightly. The most satisfying part of this story was the tea deity killing the scholar. It had been flipped through many times by the Deng family and was almost falling apart.

He squinted at the page in the sunlight, “The tea deity thrust a sharp sword into the scholar’s chest. The sword had a blood groove, and blood immediately flowed from the scholar’s chest along the blade to… the tea deity’s hand holding the sword…”

Old Man Deng, “Isn’t the lawyer very educated? Help Qingyu read the characters.” Let him experience the fate of a heartless man.

He Renyuan obligingly stood behind Bai Qingyu and helped him read, “The tea deity’s hand holding the sword didn’t waver, as if the person in front of him wasn’t his former lover…”

Cha Bao pricked up his ears. Was Dad telling a story?

The story was too bloody. Old Man Deng hurriedly carried Cha Bao away, “Grandpa will take you to see if the hens have laid any eggs.”

Bai Xiaocha immediately said excitedly, “I want to see!”

“…The tea deity’s hand was covered in blood, the blood flowing down his elbow, dripping onto his bare feet…” He Renyuan was multitasking. As soon as Old Man Deng walked away, he immediately changed to a personal topic, “I’m certain of one thing today, Cha Bao is your and my child, he looks very much like me.”

Bai Qingyu almost wrote this sentence in the book, angrily crossing it out, “What nonsense are you talking about?”

He Renyuan knew he didn’t believe him. He had collected the testimonies, showing him the chat records one by one, the driver’s, the housekeeper’s, the mute sisters’… for Judge Bai Qingyu’s review.

Bai Qingyu looked down at these easily coerced and colluded records, he didn’t believe them, until he saw the chat record between He Renyuan and He Ying.

He Ying… Aunt He Ying was a good person, she would never collude with He Renyuan.

He looked up at He Renyuan, his face seemed a bit familiar, but…

Bai Qingyu, “It’s a coincidence, I don’t remember—”

He Renyuan, “Just because you don’t remember means it didn’t happen? That’s not fair.”

Bai Qingyu, “Do you remember? You’re making things up, slandering me.”

He Renyuan was speechless, “Let’s continue copying the book.”

Bai Qingyu, “Don’t interrupt with nonsense.”

He Renyuan continued reading, “After the scholar bled to death… the tea deity, the tea deity finally remembered everything and threw away the sword.”

“It turned out that the reason his hand was steady was because he had sealed his memories of the scholar, afraid he wouldn’t be able to do it.”

“The tea deity made a blood oath: mortals are deceitful and greedy. From now on, every generation of tea deities, if they conceive a child with a mortal, will seal their memories for self-preservation.”

Bai Qingyu paused, “Are you making this up again—”

Wait, it didn’t seem like He Renyuan’s fabrication.

Bai Qingyu picked up the book, his eyes widening. It really said that?