Chapter 49
With the efforts of three generations, this batch of gift bags was ready for delivery. Old Man Deng rode a tricycle to the factory to exchange them for money.
It was dark, and the streetlights came on. Bai Qingyu watched Old Man Deng turn the corner and tried to persuade the young master from the city, “You should still stay in the city, you won’t be used to it here.”
Bai Qingyu looked at He Renyuan’s height, “The door of the utility room isn’t even as tall as you.”
He Renyuan, “I’ll wait for you to go back together, Old Man Deng has already agreed to let me stay.”
Old Man Deng didn’t agree at all and didn’t expect He Renyuan to use him as a shield.
At this time, a black car discreetly entered the village. Two men in black got out and brought Mr. He’s change of clothes and bedding. He had to bring his own bedding, he couldn’t impose on others.
He Renyuan, “Where’s the utility room? Lead the way.”
Bai Qingyu, “Fine.”
He Renyuan didn’t move, turned around, got into the car, rolled up his sleeves, “Draw 200cc first.”
So there was a doctor and a blood collection kit hidden in the car.
The doctor tied a tourniquet around his arm, patted the inside of his elbow, disinfected it, and drew blood.
The blood bag quickly filled with warm liquid. The needle was removed, and He Renyuan pressed a cotton swab against the spot, waiting until the bleeding stopped before throwing it into the waste bin.
The doctor stored the fresh blood and handed He Renyuan a bag of oral blood tonic and a box of blood-enriching food.
“Hide it.” He Renyuan instructed, opened the car door, glanced at Bai Qingyu, who hadn’t come out yet, and got out of the car as if nothing had happened.
He had to maintain his energy to pursue his wife and also earn Old Man Deng’s approval through physical labor, so he couldn’t draw too much blood at once. Of course, ordinary people needed to rest after donating 200cc of blood, but He Renyuan was in excellent physical condition and didn’t feel much of an impact.
But he still had to replenish his blood during this period to prepare for the next secret blood storage.
He put the blood tonic in his pocket, carried a box of red dates and black sesame seeds, and followed the sound to the utility room.
The utility room didn’t have a proper window, just a small opening for light, covered with a pig feed bag. There wasn’t even a ceiling, just a few beams, and he could directly see the triangular tiled roof.
A few people went in, and Bai Qingyu directed them to organize the clutter to make space for He Renyuan’s luggage.
Such a virtuous wife.
He Renyuan couldn’t even squeeze in. He put down the box, squatted on the floor, tore open the tape, picked up a large red date, broke it open, and chewed on it.
He saw his son peeking out and beckoned, “Come and eat.”
He rubbed Cha Bao’s head. The little one his wife traded her memories for, he didn’t know what that lost memory meant to the tea deity, maybe it wasn’t that important, it was definitely worth it to exchange for Cha Bao.
He Renyuan picked the largest red date for him.
So the father and son squatted on the ground, chewing on red dates, neither of them washed them. In this blissful time with his wife, his cleanliness obsession was forgotten, replenishing blood was more important.
“Spit the pit into Uncle’s hand.” He Renyuan wasn’t in a hurry to have Bai Xiaocha change his address, he had to let Bai Qingyu teach him himself, let Bai Qingyu say “Baby, Uncle He is your dad,” and then wait for Bai Xiaocha to ask why, and let Bai Qingyu answer “Dad’s husband is called Dad.”
“Uncle, why are you smiling?” Bai Xiaocha asked while chewing on the date.
“Dad… cough, cough, see if Dad is done.” He Renyuan almost choked.
“We’re done, Mr. He.” The two men in black came out coolly, saw the local tyrant squatting on the ground eating dates, were silent for a second, then saw Cha Bao also eating dates, and couldn’t help but smile.
“Thanks, you can go back now.”
“Goodbye, Mr. He.”
“Goodbye, Uncle!” Bai Xiaocha said.
“Goodbye, Little Young Master.”
There was no wooden bed in the utility room, only a bamboo bed big enough for one person.
He Renyuan’s 1.8-meter wide bedding was clearly overkill.
Bai Qingyu wrung out a towel and helped him wipe it clean. Just as He Renyuan was about to lay it out, he suddenly said, “Can I see your room?”
Bai Xiaocha pointed to the room opposite the utility room, “Here!”
“Thank you, Cha Bao.”
He Renyuan walked over. The room was small, but it had a warm atmosphere. The old wooden door creaked when pushed open. Inside was a bed and a wardrobe. The bed was a traditional painted bed with railings on three sides and a canopy on top, red with black and gold accents, and thick mosquito nets hanging down.
This was the kind of bed people from Old Man Deng’s generation used for their weddings.
He Renyuan lifted the mosquito net and looked at it carefully. The wedding bed was definitely designed to fit a family of three.
Could he…
“Uncle Boss!” Bai Xiaocha decided to generously let Uncle Boss sleep on the bed, “Uncle sleeps on the big bed, Baby sleeps on the small bed.”
Bai Qingyu looked at Bai Xiaocha. Clearly, how He Renyuan treated Cha Bao at the He family, Cha Bao treated He Renyuan the same way at his own home, returning the favor, it was quite cute.
Bai Qingyu folded his arms, testing the little one’s bottom line, “The small bed can only sleep one person, Cha Bao can’t sleep with Dad then.”
He Renyuan was shocked. Did Bai Qingyu mean they would sleep together?
Bai Xiaocha was dumbfounded. He hadn’t thought about this when he was being generous. He grabbed the mosquito net, wrapped himself in it, and mumbled, “Uncle Boss’s house has big beds.”
“Uncle Boss likes big beds.”
“Baby can sleep on the small bed, it’s okay.”
He Renyuan couldn’t stand Cha Bao saying “it’s okay,” how could he be so compromising?
He originally dared to squeeze with Bai Qingyu, but now he didn’t dare.
“Uncle likes small beds.”
“Really, Uncle Boss?” Bai Xiaocha popped out, his eyes sparkling as he looked at his uncle.
He Renyuan, “Yes.”
He carried his bedding over and exchanged it with Bai Qingyu’s slightly smaller one.
He sniffed the quilt Bai Qingyu had slept in, a warm tea fragrance, the same as Bai Qingyu’s scent.
Wife smelled so good.
Bai Qingyu: “…” There really was a pervert living in his house, he had to lock the door at night.
However, as the host, he still had to ask the pervert what he wanted to eat, “What do you want for dinner?”
He Renyuan had another chance to show off. The car had also brought some ingredients, including a good piece of lean pork. Red meat was rich in iron, good for replenishing blood.
“Let’s stir-fry some onion and pork, and stew some yam and pig’s feet. I’ll cut the meat.”
Bai Qingyu was skeptical, “Have you ever cooked before?”
He Renyuan, “No, but I can follow a recipe.”
Bai Qingyu, “That doesn’t sound reliable, I’ll do the stir-frying.”
While Old Man Deng went out to collect a payment, the two of them made three dishes and a soup, looking quite professional.
He put the three hundred yuan he earned from folding cardboard boxes into a red envelope and placed it under Cha Bao’s pillow.
“Dinner’s ready, Old Man Deng.”
Bai Qingyu set up a low table and stools in the living room. The square table was just right for the three dishes and a soup, the height perfect for Bai Xiaocha, a bit cramped for adults.
The four of them just filled the small table. Old Man Deng glanced at He Renyuan, who was tall but sitting on a small stool, and suddenly felt that having one more person at home was lively.
When He Renyuan sat down, because of the direction of the light source, his shadow completely covered Cha Bao opposite him. He paused, then carried Cha Bao, stool and all, and switched places.
Bai Xiaocha scooped a mouthful of rice with egg and meat, “Dad’s cooking is so delicious.”
He Renyuan needed to replenish blood, so he didn’t hold back, diligently eating lean meat and spinach.
Old Man Deng saw the two of them eating so heartily and also picked up a piece of meat. He tasted it and fell silent.
Even after being a housekeeper in the city for a month, the tea deity’s cooking skills hadn’t improved at all.
The employers were really tolerant.
Old Man Deng’s impression of He Renyuan silently increased by one point.
Old Man Deng and Bai Qingyu didn’t eat much, mainly relying on the father and son to finish the food.
Old Man Deng’s impression of He Renyuan added another point: he could eat a lot of meat.
After dinner, Old Man Deng watched the news, Bai Qingyu bathed Cha Bao, and He Renyuan dealt with some work matters on his phone.
After replying to the necessary emails, He Renyuan secretly took out the blood tonic, unscrewed the cap, and drank it while squeezing the packet.
The packaging of the blood tonic was similar to a squeezable jelly pouch. It was a liquid prescribed by the doctor, without any labels.
Bai Qingyu finished bathing Cha Bao and let him out, “Go find Uncle or Grandpa.”
Bai Xiaocha saw his grandpa watching TV and tiptoed to find his uncle.
“Uncle, what are you drinking?”
He Renyuan looked at his blood tonic and didn’t know how to explain to Cha Bao that he wasn’t secretly eating snacks, so he let him smell it, “It’s a kind of Chinese medicine only adults can eat, it’s bitter.”
“Bitter, is Uncle sick?” The little boy looked at him with concern.
“Uncle is not sick, this medicine makes Uncle stronger.”
What a messy explanation. He Renyuan simply drank it all in one gulp, threw the empty packet into the trash can, and picked up Cha Bao, “Want to go to the small shop?”
Bai Xiaocha said sensibly, “You can only go to the small shop once a day.”
He Renyuan felt a pang of guilt. Before he knew Cha Bao was his son, he just wanted to provide a better life for Cha Bao and Bai Qingyu. After knowing, guilt often surged up, he thought about how much he owed Cha Bao, and how many years it would take to make up for it.
When it came to making amends, he felt that life was too short, there were many things he wouldn’t have time to do.
Bai Xiaocha had been diligently working today because of his uncle’s arrival. After taking a bath, he easily became sleepy and dozed off in his uncle’s arms before his dad finished showering.
He Renyuan patted his back, “Sleep, Uncle will give you to Dad after he finishes showering.”
Bai Xiaocha immediately fell asleep soundly in his uncle’s arms.
His head was resting right on the spot where He Renyuan had his blood drawn. It didn’t hurt, it just amplified its presence.
He Renyuan clumsily patted the child to sleep. After a while, Bai Qingyu came over, his body carrying the fragrance of shower steam.
When Bai Qingyu took Cha Bao from He Renyuan, He Renyuan held his breath.
He couldn’t act rashly, Old Man Deng was watching TV in the living room, even flirting had to be done at the right time and place. One wrong move, and he would be kicked out tonight.
Bai Qingyu carried the little one back to the room. He Renyuan didn’t even dare to follow, didn’t dare to cross the living room under Old Man Deng’s watchful eye, as if Old Man Deng was the head teacher, and he was a high school student secretly smoking, he would be caught and criticized if he was seen.
Bai Qingyu placed Cha Bao on the soft bed. The movement woke Bai Xiaocha slightly. He hugged his dad’s neck and said, “Dad, Uncle took medicine.”
He fought against sleepiness while telling his dad something he thought was very important.
“What medicine?” Bai Qingyu frowned slightly. Was He Renyuan sick? He gently pinched Bai Xiaocha’s cheek, asking him to be more specific. As a tea deity, he hadn’t sensed anything wrong with He Renyuan’s body. Could it be that Cha Bao’s divine power, because it was new, was even better than his?
Bai Xiaocha, “Uncle took medicine to make his body stronger.”
Bai Qingyu: ???
Aphrodisiac?
Bai Qingyu’s eyes widened. No way? Was He Renyuan planning to force himself on him?
Bai Qingyu nervously locked the door, too anxious to sleep. Even after Old Man Deng turned off the TV and went to bed, even after it became quiet outside, He Renyuan didn’t commit any crimes.
What was this called? A discontinued crime?
Cha Bao couldn’t have wrongly accused He Renyuan, right?
If Bai Xiaocha’s information was correct, He Renyuan had indeed taken it, the tea deity’s judgment wouldn’t be wrong. Bai Qingyu lifted the quilt, sat up, and slowly got out of bed. He would go and check.
Someone took medicine in his house, regardless of what kind of medicine, he had to see for himself to be at ease. If it was the kind of medicine he was thinking of, he had to warn He Renyuan not to do it again.
If He Renyuan had a good attitude, it wasn’t impossible to use his divine power to help him recover.
