“Time to get up and have breakfast,” Ji Yang said, giving his son a light pat on the backside. “Get up, no lazing around.”

The little one played dead, squeezing his eyes shut even tighter.

Ji Yang squinted at him. “If you don’t get up, there will be no cartoons today—not even a peek!”

Before the words were fully out, a pair of small eyes shot open. “I want to watch! I’m getting up now, Daddy!”

He moved quickly, flipping himself upright, still wearing his fluffy panda hood. From behind, he looked like a little panda perched there.

Ji Yang was satisfied. He glanced at his still-sleeping daughter and called out to her. Unsurprisingly, she was even more of a sleepyhead than her brother.

“Qian Qian, time to wake up.”

The little one squinted her eyes, caught sight of her father’s face nearby, and sat up groggily. Ji Yang turned to his son, who was heading to the bathroom, and cautioned, “The floor is slippery, walk slowly.”

No sooner had he said this than he turned back to see his daughter had flopped back down, instantly falling asleep again.

Ji Yang: “…”

“Qian Qian! Your brother is already up,” Ji Yang said, looking at his daughter, who was now sprawled out asleep. He leaned over and scooped her up. The little one didn’t even open her eyes, nestling against his shoulder and sleeping soundly.

“Stand here. Be careful,” Ji Yang instructed his son as he squeezed toothpaste onto a brush for him. At the same time, he managed to wash his still-sleepy daughter’s face. His movements were practiced, a clear sign of experience.

“Is my sister a little pig?” Ji Yisheng asked as he clumsily brushed his teeth, his words garbled.

“No…” Qian Qian, now more awake as her dad washed her face, loudly protested, “Qian Qian is not a pig! I’m not!”

“But you are.” Ji Yisheng spat out a mouthful of foam and continued in broken sentences, “Pigs are just like you. Qian Qian, you’ll grow up ugly, with a big belly, big ears… and—”

Qian Qian seemed to conjure up the image in her mind and immediately burst into tears, wailing as she clung to Ji Yang. “Daddy, I’m a pig! An ugly pig! Daddy!”

“Brush properly,” Ji Yang said sternly to his son. “Stop scaring your sister.”

“Oh.” Ji Yisheng turned back to his toothbrush.

Qian Qian kept crying, clutching onto Ji Yang and refusing to let go. Ji Yang handed another towel to his son, letting him dry his own face while he comforted his daughter.

Little girls love being seen as pretty. Being called a pig had clearly broken her tiny heart.

During breakfast, Qian Qian’s eyes were still red from crying. She dug into her porridge while sneaking glances at her brother across the table. In a small, pitiful voice, she said, “Brother, I’m a little pig. An ugly little pig.”

“Yeah.” Ji Yisheng nodded seriously. “But you can become pretty.”

“But I’m ugly,” Qian Qian pouted. “I’m ugly.”

Ji Yisheng thought for a moment before saying, “If you wear an Ultraman costume, you’ll look cool, and then you won’t be ugly.”

“But I only have dresses.”

“I’ll give you one!”

“Brother, you’re the best! Here, have my egg,” Qian Qian said, her tears replaced by a bright smile. She clumsily stirred her porridge with her spoon.

“Thanks!” Ji Yisheng, far more nimble, quickly scooped up the egg from her bowl and devoured it.

Viewers watching the live stream:

“Ji Yisheng is going to be trouble when he grows up—he’ll be a heartbreaker for sure.”

“Why do I find Qian Qian adorably silly? Who did she inherit this from?”

“This pair of siblings is pure comedy gold.”

“Sold by her brother and helping him count the money, classic!”

…

From the kitchen, Ji Yang overheard everything. When he stepped out and glanced at his smug son and cheerful daughter, he said nothing.

The live stream offered three windows to choose from, each showing a different family. Unsurprisingly, Ji Yang’s family drew the largest audience.

After lunch, the day’s task was to visit a fruit and vegetable garden, gather ingredients for dinner, and prepare a fruit salad.

Ji Yang carried both little ones with ease—one in each arm. Ji Yisheng was brimming with curiosity, his little head swiveling to take in everything new, while Qian Qian was content to perch on her dad’s shoulder. She stared intently at the camera, pouting her lips and occasionally pointing with her tiny hand.

“Uncle, stop following Daddy,” she said in her babyish voice, glaring with her big, round eyes and biting her lip in an attempt to look fierce. In reality, she was irresistibly cute.

“Qian Qian, Uncle is Daddy’s friend. You can’t talk like that,” Ji Yang corrected.

“Oh.” Qian Qian turned back to the cameraman and solemnly said, “Sorry, Uncle. Qian Qian is an ugly little pig.”

Ji Yang: “…”

Viewers watching the show: “Hahaha, how did Ji Yang and Xu Ruier raise such a hilarious daughter?”

“Qian Qian isn’t a pig! She’s a little mouse—she’s not ugly!”

“But mice are small, and Qian Qian is big. Big ones are pigs,” Qian Qian murmured, tilting her head as her chubby hand gestured. Then, lazily resting against her dad’s shoulder, she muttered, “Qian Qian doesn’t know… Qian Qian…”

Ji Yang bent his head closer, trying to reason with her. But with a child’s logic, her thoughts were unpredictable. She’d say one thing now and another in the next breath.

Upon arriving at the farm, Qian Qian’s eyes lit up at the sight of the strawberries. She blinked several times and exclaimed, “Fruit!”

“Those are strawberries,” Ji Yang corrected her gently.

“Fruit!” Qian Qian was fascinated. “Daddy, eat fruit! Yummy!”

“First, Daddy will help you put on your shoes. Otherwise, your pants will get dirty in the field. Then, Daddy will give you a little basket so we can pick strawberries,” Ji Yang said, pulling her closer.

“Okay!” She nodded vigorously, her gaze never leaving the strawberries.

Ji Yisheng wasn’t as interested in strawberries. While Ji Yang helped him put on his shoes, he leaned in and whispered, “Daddy, I want to pick tomatoes.”

“Hmm?”

“I want to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes,” he said in a small, hopeful voice. “Lots and lots of eggs.”

Still a child, Ji Yang thought with amusement, as he ruffled his son’s hair. “Then you can pick a few. Just as many as you can eat—no more.”

“Okay.”

Ji Yang led his two little ones into the field. Each carried a tiny basket, wobbling unsteadily as they walked.

Ji Qian stopped in her tracks, eyes fixed on the strawberries. Through the lens, the viewers could see her swallow a gulp of saliva. She bent her tiny body down, inspecting the plump red strawberries, and reached out with her chubby little hand. With a strong tug, she grabbed a ripe red strawberry in her hand. Her brows arched in delight, and she beamed with joy.

Then, bringing the strawberry to her mouth, she opened wide, revealing her small teeth. “Ahhh…”

The fans went wild, spamming the comments.

“Sweetie, no! You can’t eat it yet! It’s not washed, Qian Qian!”

“Brother, help! Your daughter is stealing food!”

“Emergency call for Ji Yang! I’m crying here!”

…

Ji Yang, focused on watching his son explore ahead, hadn’t noticed what was happening nearby. Trying to keep an eye on two kids at once was no easy feat.

Just as the fans were about to despair, Qian Qian paused the strawberry at her lips. She tilted her head slightly, closed her mouth, and brought the fruit to her nose for a sniff. Her small nose twitched as she took in the scent, and her smile grew so wide her eyes squinted. “Mmm, smells like yummy fruit.”

Hearing this, Ji Yang turned to look at her. She carefully placed the strawberry into her little basket, then glanced back at him. Seeing him watching her, she pouted and said, “Daddy, Qian Qian wants lots and lots of fruit.”

“Can Qian Qian finish it all? If you pick too many, they’ll go bad,” Ji Yang said, crouching down to her level while keeping one eye on her brother in the distance.

Qian Qian stared at the many strawberries, her confused little eyes darting back to her dad. “Qian Qian eats a lot.”

“Eating too much will give you a tummy ache,” Ji Yang coaxed gently. “Remember when you ate too much watermelon and your tummy hurt? You had to take medicine.”

Her tiny brows furrowed at the memory, and she seemed a little scared. “Qian Qian hurt. Won’t eat too much. Qian Qian tummy hurt.”

“Then Qian Qian can only pick a few. Pick the strawberries you like the most, okay?” Ji Yang suggested softly.

“Okay.” The little one’s face lit up again, and she toddled off with her basket, determined to find her favorite strawberries to take home and eat.

“Qian Qian, don’t eat them yet! Strawberries are dirty!” Ji Yang reminded her.

“Qian Qian won’t eat. Strawberries smell yummy.” She nodded, wobbling forward on her tiny legs.

Viewers couldn’t help but comment that not only was Ji Yang’s daughter adorably sweet, but she seemed well-behaved and well-taught. Then they turned their attention to his son.

The camera shifted.

Ji Yisheng had just fallen to the ground. His hands were covered in dirt, and he sat there stunned, looking around, then at the cameraman, before his eyes landed on the tomato bushes nearby.

Moments earlier, he had been tugging at a big, round tomato. He’d pulled too hard, causing himself to topple over.

Ji Yang had seen the whole thing but pretended not to notice.

It seemed like the fall hurt a little. Ji Yisheng sat there helplessly for a moment, his little neck shrinking in, then picked himself up. His chubby hands patted the dirt off his clothes, but it didn’t do much. He glanced at his pants, which were also dirty, and clumsily tried to brush them off. His adorably serious expression had fans cooing and wishing they could jump in to help him. How could anyone let such a cute kid fend for himself?

Fans were beside themselves. His tumble tugged at their heartstrings.

Ji Yisheng shuffled over to retrieve his tomato. It was big enough that he had to use both hands to hold it. He tilted his head up to look at the cameraman, then took small steps toward him. “Here, Uncle,” he said.

The cameraman froze.

Was this for him?

Such a tiny little guy, so polite. The fans went wild, declaring their love for him and saying they wished they could just gobble him up.

“Scrambled eggs,” Ji Yisheng said, taking another step closer. He nodded as he added, “Give it to Uncle’s daddy. For scrambled eggs.”

Fans: “Pfft! I can’t stop laughing. Yisheng is so adorably cool. How do we resist the urge to snatch him up?”

The cameraman accepted the tomato with a “thank you.”

Ji Yisheng turned around, found his basket, and headed back to the tomato bushes. This time, he didn’t try to pick anything. He just stood there, staring at the large, ripe tomatoes.

They were hard to pick, and pulling too hard might make him fall again.

He glanced over at his dad, then looked down as if weighing his options. But instead of asking for help, he set his basket down, went back to the bush, grabbed another tomato, and pulled with all his might.

He got it!

But once again, he fell backward.

This time, not wanting Ji Yang to notice, he scrambled to his feet quickly. He brushed off his pants again, placed the tomato in his basket, and struck a pose, trying to look cool.

Ji Yang, watching out of the corner of his eye, couldn’t help the faint smile tugging at his lips.

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