A Gorgeous Man Takes His Son to the City to Work 53

Chapter 53

“Boys can’t be kept men(soft rice),” He Renyuan declared righteously to Cha Bao.

But they could be mama’s boys.

Bai Xiaocha: “Why, Uncle?”

“Because only people with bad teeth eat soft rice. We have good teeth, we eat hard things.” He Renyuan poked Cha Bao’s chubby cheeks, “Eating soft rice will ruin your teeth, and then you can’t eat ribs.”

He picked up a roasted peanut and put it in his mouth. While Bai Qingyu was controlling his soft rice intake, he occasionally chewed tea leaves and stems to maintain his oral health.

Bai Xiaocha imitated him, crunching on the peanuts. His teeth mustn’t go bad.

He Renyuan gave Cha Bao a beef rib, “Cha Bao, gnaw on some bones.”

Bai Xiaocha: “Okay!”

He Renyuan himself devoured a plate of pig liver to replenish his blood, his gaze on Cha Bao growing increasingly affectionate. Bai Qingyu didn’t like human food, so Cha Bao must have inherited it from him, as well as his black hair, so different from the tea deity’s dark green locks.

Then… when did his wife get pregnant?

Did he lose his memory after realizing he was pregnant, or did he automatically lose it upon conception?

Bai Qingyu’s phone lit up. It was an invitation from Jiang Libo. The thumbnail was bright red, the words “wedding” clear even without zooming in.

“Professor Jiang is getting married?” Bai Qingyu was surprised. He still remembered Mother Jiang’s objections. Once the parents were on board, everything else was fast-tracked.

This Saturday, Professor Jiang and Xu Zhao would have a small wedding at a restaurant, only inviting close friends and family.

[Jiang Libo]: No ceremony, just a dinner together, hope you can make it.

Bai Qingyu saw the two grooms on the invitation, even a photo of them in ancient wedding attire, a “wedding photo.” The invitation was meticulously designed.

Bai Qingyu: “Why no ceremony?”

[Jiang Libo]: I’m the teacher, he’s the student, it’s better to keep a low profile.

[Bai Qingyu]: You’re not even at the same school anymore, and Mr. Xu will graduate next year.

Jiang Libo sent a crying-laughing emoji. Even next year, he still had to keep a low profile. Besides, Xu Zhao couldn’t wait. There was an eight-year age gap, and the younger, impatient puppy was eager to declare his ownership.

Bai Qingyu muttered to himself, “Just eight years, what’s the rush?”

He Renyuan glanced over and said casually, “There’s a two-hundred-year gap between us, I’m much more anxious than him.”

Bai Qingyu, “Right, you’re more… but you don’t even have a partner.”

He Renyuan took a big bite of pig liver. Once he replenished his blood and recovered Bai Qingyu’s memory, he would take him to the wedding the next day.

Comparisons were odious. People with an eight-year gap were so anxious. He Renyuan was green with envy and suddenly wasn’t afraid of exposing his freeloading past. His son was two years old, what could happen?

Bai Qingyu definitely wouldn’t leave.

At this moment, he perfectly matched the freeloader in Old Man Deng’s story.

After dinner, He Renyuan took the initiative to clear the table.

“Uncle, I’ll help you.” Bai Xiaocha held a fluffy brown sugar bun, scraped the sauce off the plates, and licked them clean, “This is a good bun.”

Dead buns couldn’t absorb sauce, they had to be eaten in one bite. Buns that weren’t dead would be used to clean plates first, then eaten in one bite!

He Renyuan left a plate of scrambled eggs with dried scallops for him to play with and went to wash the dishes, pouring the leftovers into Old Man Deng’s chicken feed bucket, then squeezing dish soap onto the rag.

Old Man Deng was of average height for a southern man. He Renyuan had to bend slightly to wash the dishes in the sink.

He stood with his legs straight, diligently washing dishes. Bai Xiaocha leaned against his calf, also diligently washing dishes.

“Uncle, Baby cleaned it.” Bai Xiaocha held up a plate.

He Renyuan took the shining stainless steel plate and praised, “Cha Bao is so good, you washed it so clean.”

Bai Qingyu swept the floor, put the broom and dustpan back, and saw that it was drizzling outside, not suitable for a walk, but perfect for watching dramas under the covers. He said to He Renyuan, “You go take a shower first.”

He Renyuan cooked today and was covered in cooking fumes, his cleanliness must be acting up.

He Renyuan, “You go first, Cha Bao and I ate too much, we’ll play for a while.”

Bai Qingyu was always satisfied with just a little food, “Then I’ll go first.”

He Renyuan found a black umbrella and squatted down, “Cha Bao hasn’t been to the small shop today.”

Bai Xiaocha immediately hugged his uncle’s neck, “That’s right!”

He Renyuan held the little one with one hand and the umbrella with the other. After walking for a while, he asked hesitantly, “Cha Bao, do you want to be in the rain? Will you get sick?”

He wasn’t used to the tea deity’s lifestyle. In his opinion, one should use an umbrella when it rained. Not using an umbrella and not rushing home was against the rules, especially if a father couldn’t provide shelter for his son.

But after recovering his memory, he could also change his thinking and try not to treat the tea deity as a human.

Bai Xiaocha, “Baby won’t get sick, but Uncle will if he’s in the rain.”

He Renyuan was touched and even started reflecting on whether he had ever been this considerate to He Wangzhong. He stopped and sent He Wangzhong a message.

[Dad, remember to bring an umbrella when it rains, so you don’t get sick.]

He Wangzhong: He, a chairman, always had a car or someone holding an umbrella for him, didn’t his son know this? Or was he kidnapped? Should he call the police?

[He Wangzhong]: Reply 1 if you need me to call the police.

[He Renyuan]: No, thank you.

It was really difficult to communicate with his dad, it was better to be on the same page as the little one. He Renyuan said to his son, “Uncle won’t get sick either.”

Bai Xiaocha nodded, “Because Uncle took medicine to become stronger.”

He Renyuan: “…” Okay, the little one wasn’t easy to communicate with either.

“Don’t tell anyone about this.”

“Okay.”

He Renyuan, “Then Cha Bao, do you want to be in the rain?”

Bai Xiaocha touched his hair, which had grown a bit longer since their return from Huangshan. He asked in a milky voice, “Uncle Boss, do you like to drink Yellow Hair Baby or Wuyi Baby?”

If he wanted Yellow Hair Baby, he couldn’t be in the rain in Wuyi Mountain, the yellow hair would fade.

He Renyuan paused for three seconds before realizing that Yellow Hair referred to Huangshan Maofeng. Bai Xiaocha was young and easily influenced by his environment. Being in the rain in Wuyi Mountain would wash away the aura of Huangshan Maofeng.

He was unexpectedly touched by his son again.

His wife was so good at raising children, they were all so sweet. He, as a father, started to worry twenty years in advance about whether Cha Bao would be deceived.

Understanding Old Man Deng, surpassing Old Man Deng.

He Renyuan’s mind flashed with a series of parenting plans and anti-fraud training. When Cha Bao had a higher education level than all previous tea deities, he shouldn’t be so easily deceived, right?

But then he thought of Cha Bao going to school just for food, still in the countryside on Monday, and became pessimistic again.

His wife raised chickens, his wife raised a child, but his wife didn’t push the child academically.

He Renyuan said, “Cha Bao’s hair is for Cha Bao to make milk tea, you decide where to use it, Cha Bao’s happiness is the most important.”

Bai Xiaocha thought for a moment, “Uncle, Baby wants to be in the rain.”

He Renyuan decisively put away the umbrella, and fine rain fell on their heads.

In the evening, the elderly people nearby saw the father and son not using the umbrella and looked at them in surprise.

He Renyuan ignored them, it was just being scolded by old people.

However, no one scolded him as he passed by them.

“…” He wasn’t used to it.

The two of them went to the small shop in the rain and bought a bag of sweet milk, then excitedly walked back.

Although it was a bit chilly in the rain, He Renyuan firmly believed that their father-son bond was warming up.

He would first cultivate a good relationship with Cha Bao. Cha Bao didn’t know about his freeloading past. Even if he was exposed in the future, he would still be the tall and mighty Boss Dad in Cha Bao’s heart.

If Bai Qingyu disliked him, Cha Bao could still put in a good word for him.

Bai Qingyu came out of the shower and saw the big one and the small one buying milk in the rain. He was speechless, “You could have worn a raincoat, why did you get rained on with Cha Bao? Go take a shower.”

He Renyuan didn’t say that he only remembered after going out, “Okay.”

The bathroom where Bai Qingyu had just showered was filled with the warm, tea-infused steam. If it weren’t for the fact that he needed to replenish his blood and control his desires, remembering his days and nights with Bai Qingyu would have driven him crazy.

Bai Qingyu poured water from the thermos into a basin, put the bag of strawberry milk in the hot water to warm it up, and took Cha Bao into the room, “Drink it later, Dad will change your clothes.”

He changed Cha Bao into soft cotton pajamas and waited with him at the bathroom door.

He Renyuan was in the rain, and there had been a flu going around recently. Bai Qingyu was afraid he would catch a cold and wanted to give him some divine power as a precaution.

Mortals were so fragile, he might as well grant He Renyuan the same lifespan as his, so he wouldn’t get sick over small things.

Wait… Bai Qingyu pursed his lips. No, that was exclusively for the tea deity’s partner.

If something had happened between him and He Renyuan in the divine realm, why didn’t he grant it then?

It meant they weren’t partners, he had to be wary of He Renyuan taking advantage and making things up.

Bai Xiaocha nestled in his dad’s arms, holding the warm milk, and bit the thin plastic bag with his teeth. Baby didn’t eat soft rice, his teeth were good, he could even bite through the bag.

Bai Xiaocha held the bottom of the milk bag with both hands, his teeth gripping a corner, pulling with all his might.

Rip—the bag tore open, and a stream of milk shot out, hitting the tea deity, who was lost in thought.

Bai Qingyu closed his eyes and subconsciously leaned back.

He Renyuan, seeing this: “…”

He calmly walked over, wiped his son’s face with a tissue, covering his eyes, lifted Bai Qingyu’s chin, and kissed him. The force was strong, his tongue pressing against Bai Qingyu’s skin to draw out the tea flavor.

Bai Qingyu hadn’t given He Renyuan any dairy products in the divine realm, and other food was also scarce, mashed into an unrecognizable paste by the time it reached him. No one would want to play around with something that looked like vomit.

He Renyuan tasted the tea deity’s milk tea for the first time.

Bai Qingyu only felt a hot tongue licking his eyelids, nose, and lips, leaving a trail of redness. His fingers, holding Cha Bao, nervously gripped his clothes, but Cha Bao’s pajamas were thin, offering little protection. He could only clench his fists.

The milk on his face was gone, but the other party’s breath was still aggressive.

He Renyuan let go of Bai Qingyu and commented, “Strawberry milk tea is too sweet, it makes me thirsty.”

Bai Qingyu blushed. Why did Cha Bao get wiped with a tissue, but he was licked? It was too embarrassing.

Bai Xiaocha saw the milk again, took a sip, and agreed without taking sides, “It’s too sweet, Uncle, buy chocolate flavor next time.”

He Renyuan looked at Bai Qingyu, “Chocolate flavor, do you agree?”

Bai Qingyu suspected He Renyuan was being suggestive, “No.”

Bai Xiaocha, “Why, Dad?”

Bai Qingyu, “…Okay.”
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