Tuanzi happily took a few bites of food, looked up, and noticed the pickled fish being placed right in front of Wen Li.
She blinked and asked curiously, "Brother Wen Li, do you really like pickled fish too?"
Wen Li smiled, "My brother brought it over."
Not denying it ans he likes it?
Her chubby face showed a touched expression, "Wow, your brother is really nice to you!"
She gave a thumbs-up to Wen Qi.
At that mont, Wen Qi had a thousand words to say, but ended up swallowing them back.
Anyway, this big bowl of pickled fish belonged to the pesky little brother.
Just then, he heard his cousin’s understanding voice, "Brother Wen Qi, if this isn’t enough, we can order another one!"
"It’s enough, it’s enough."
Wen Qi placed the pickled fish back on the rotating tray and took the initiative to grab a piece, "Sharing one portion among us should be enough, right?"
The last few words were almost squeezed out between his teeth.
Wen Li nodded cooperatively.
He feared that if he teased any further, his big brother might go to war with him.
Throughout the al, Tuanzi was completely satisfied, Wen Li felt pain mixed with joy, and Wen Qi maintained a forced smile.
Tantai Yi remained steady as a rock, observing everyone’s reactions.
As they left the restaurant, Wen Qi eagerly bid farewell to everyone.
"There are things to do at the shop, I’ll head off first."
Tuanzi quickly waved her paw, "Safe travels!"
Wen Qi glanced at her sincere smile and then at his pesky brother’s annoying smile, suddenly realizing that his cousin was much more pleasing to the eye than the pesky brother. But at his cousin’s age, the pesky brother was quite cute.
"Bro, did you co by car?"
Wen Qi hesitated for a mont, giving Wen Li a chance.
The young writer bead a smile like a rare sumr night’s breeze, yet only his dear big brother could see his ill intent.
"We’re heading back to the original hotel too, why not take the show’s bus?"
Although they acted separately, for publicity and the guests’ safety, everyone traveled on the show’s bus.
Earlier, the show’s bus had taken Tuanzi’s group and Zuo Qiu’s group to the shopping street.
Now everyone regrouped around the bus.
"No need, I’m not part of the crew, it’s not suitable."
Wen Qi directly refused.
Wen Li urgently gave Tuanzi a look, "Wanna escort him back to the shop?"
The little girl blinked and understood instantly.
Escorting cousin back to the dessert shop and conveniently grabbing an ice cream couldn’t be over the line, especially with today’s tab paid by the program!
"Yes, yes, yes!"
With no caras around, Tuanzi imdiately rushed over to hug Wen Qi’s arm, moving as if they’ve known each other forever.
"Cousin, since it’s on the way, let’s escort you back. It’s late, it’s dangerous for boys to be out alone."
The young boss had a head full of question marks.
This sounds familiar? Sothing popular online recently.
"Not rea—"
He didn’t finish before being dragged several ters.
Wen Qi: "?"
A bewildered look fell on that lotus stem-like arm.
During his astonishnt, Tuanzi swiftly pulled him to the bus.
"Sister Zuo Qiu, please open the door!"
Zuo Qiu, already on the bus, quickly opened the door.
After so ti spent together, she’d gotten familiar with Tuanzi and others, daring to interact proactively.
"Miao...Miao?"
The girl’s voice weakened, surprised as she looked up at the incoming big brother.
"Ah, the ice cream brother!"
The ice cream brother squeezed out a business-like smile.
"Hello."
"Hello, hello."
Zuo Qiu quite liked this brother; he made delicious cakes and ice cream.
"Are you coming back with us?"
Now pushed onto the stage, Wen Qi could only nod, and then proactively said, "I won’t trouble you."
"No trouble at all!"
Zuo Qiu was rarely enthusiastic about inviting soone, "Sit here, the view is nice."
When Tuanzi and Wen Li boarded the bus, they saw the two getting along harmoniously.
"Yay!"
Tuanzi quickly raised her hand, Wen Li lowered his, and the two high-fived in celebration.
Out of politeness, Wen Qi engaged with Zuo Qiu and her father while noticing their candid celebration, the veins on his forehead throbbed.
The reserved man’s mind was flooded with thoughts.
His cousin wanted to be close and cared for his safety, hence the warm escort. But pesky brother definitely wanted to see him in a pinch. Pesky brother decided to face him again, wanting him to experience it too.
The man made up his mind; unaffected a year ago, still the sa a year later.
A gentle tap landed on his knee.
Wen Qi snapped back, finding Tuanzi leaning in, her little paw tapping his knee, her round face beaming a sweeter-than-honey smile.
"Cousin, the program will cover all our expenses today."
Wen Qi wasn’t quite getting it.
Tuanzi flashed a sneaky smile, "We’re going to buy so treats at your shop in a bit."
She blinked, implying using program funds to support her cousin while filling her and her senior’s stomachs was the best.
Beside them, Zuo Qiu’s eyes lit up.
"Oh right, I could invite dad too."
She turned and tugged at Zuo Jingxin, "Dad, I’ll treat you to ice cream."
Zuo Jingxin’s mood turned complex, feeling his daughter learned so impressive life skills from Tuanzi.
Despite grumbling inside, he didn’t want to dampen his daughter’s enthusiasm.
"You guys are cousins?"
Zuo Jingxin glanced at the driver in the front and the caraman yet to board, softly said, "In case it airs live, better not shout it out."
He didn’t mind, but feared so might exploit it.
"Miaomiao knows."
Tuanzi nodded earnestly, "Miaomiao knows to only call out when there’re no caras, won’t trouble cousin."
Pretending to admire the night view, Wen Qi’s heart ward, like a stream flowing through.
His lips moved slightly yet stayed silent.
But when at the shop, he promptly entered the production area, crafting an ice cream cake for Tuanzi personally.
The ice cream was ready, as were cake materials; Wen Qi just needed to process further and plate.
Initially planning a six-inch chocolate cake, then thought it’d be too plain, made it a six-flavor cake.
Taro ice cream-filled cake with matcha cream, mango ice cream-filled with pale yellow cream...six such combinations together, given to Tuanzi.
Tuanzi sat high on the stool, eagerly swinging her little legs.
Her wish was a big bowl of ice cream with a small piece of cake.
While Wen Qi was working, she even bowed in the production area’s direction.
"Cool dessert chef brother, please grant my wish!"
Soon, dessert chef brother brought the product.
Upon seeing it clearly, Tuanzi’s eyes widened, stamred, "Is this six—six tis my wish?"
"Dessert chef brother, you’re really generous!" Struggling to divert her gaze, Tuanzi excitedly looked at Wen Qi.
"Dess—dessert chef brother?"
Wen Qi’s expression turned odd, feeling his ears a bit warm.
This nickna was overly mushy.
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