TRSBPASO 47

The next morning.

Lin Yi and Huo Mianmian climbed out of their warm bed. After washing up, they stepped out of the tent.

The camera immediately zoomed in on the father and son.

Today, Lin Yi and Huo Mianmian were wearing matching outfits—white short-sleeved shirts paired with dark denim overalls.

Overalls are great for making someone look younger and cuter.

It’s no exaggeration to say that the moment they lifted the tent flap and walked out, they were a dazzling sight. It felt like the entire camera lens lit up.

Lin Yi already had an exceptional figure, and the overalls made his waist appear even slimmer, his legs long and straight.

He stood there with a faint smile in his eyes, radiating youthful warmth and energy.

As for Huo Mianmian, his cuteness was off the charts in those overalls.

He already had rosy lips and perfect teeth, his black hair smooth and soft, and his round eyes big and beautiful.

Now, dressed like this and quietly standing next to Lin Yi, he looked like the softest, sweetest little angel.

Netizens immediately couldn’t contain their excitement.

【Aaaaahhh why aren’t this gorgeous husband and son mine?!】

【Today I’m claiming this evil Cao thief role, no regrets!】

【Who’s the lucky one that gets to have both Lin Yi and Mianmian?!】

【Seeing this early in the morning put me in such a good mood!】

By now, the sun had fully risen. Golden rays cast across the land, bathing the sand dunes in a glowing halo of light, making them look even more stunning.

Lin Yi admired the beauty of the desert morning for a while, then took Huo Mianmian to look for food.

The production team had set up a temporary stove area where guests could cook during the program.

Lin Yi walked over and checked through the ingredients prepared by the staff, and discovered some dumpling wrappers.

He immediately turned to Huo Mianmian and said, “Kiddo, how about we have dumplings for breakfast?”

“Okay!”

Huo Mianmian ran over to Lin Yi and stood on tiptoes to peek at the ingredients on the table.

Lin Yi pulled out the dumpling wrappers and found some shrimp, cabbage, and lean pork.

After thinking for a bit, he said, “Let’s make two flavors—shrimp, and cabbage with lean pork.”

Once he made up his mind, Lin Yi placed some wrappers and shrimp into a bowl and handed it to Huo Mianmian, teasing, “Kiddo, you know how to wrap dumplings, right?”

“Eh?”

He shook his little head seriously. “I don’t know how.”

Lin Yi laughed, “That won’t do. You’re already three years old! You have to know how to make dumplings, or what are we gonna eat?”

Huo Mianmian: “……”

He blinked his big pretty eyes, utterly confused.

Even though he was only three, he suddenly felt the burden of life QAQ!!

【LOL, teasing kids is the best!】

【I laughed so hard I pounded my desk.】

【Mianmian, ignore your little dad. Don’t let him PUA you!!】

After teasing him, Lin Yi got down to wrapping dumplings himself.

Although his cooking skills were average, dumpling-making wasn’t an issue. After all, he used to make them with his family during holidays.

Lin Yi sat on a low stool and wrapped dumplings one by one.

Once wrapped, he placed them into another bowl.

Huo Mianmian squatted beside Lin Yi, tilting his head as he watched closely.

After a while, he picked up a dumpling wrapper and carefully placed a shrimp inside, trying to imitate Lin Yi.

His little hands struggled to grip the dumpling properly but he was patient, lowering his head, folding the wrapper together and starting to pinch pleats—looking quite convincing.

He worked very seriously and carefully, looking as obedient as ever.

Finally, Huo Mianmian finished wrapping his first dumpling.

His eyes lit up, and he excitedly handed it to Lin Yi, “Xiao Ba!”

Lin Yi thought Mianmian was just playing, but when he turned and saw the plump dumpling in Mianmian’s tiny hands, he was genuinely surprised.

Then he didn’t hold back the praise, “Mianmian, you’re amazing!”

Being praised, Mianmian smiled with his lips pressed together, eyes sparkling with joy.

He placed the dumpling into the bowl, then picked up another wrapper to keep going.

Lin Yi instantly relaxed.

As he continued wrapping slowly, he commented, “Having a sweet little kid around really makes life easy—he can even help with dumplings!”

His tone was full of undisguised pride and delight.

【I won’t say I’m jealous, but…】

【Aaaaah Lin Yi, is it really okay for you to flaunt like this? I’m stealing that kid tonight.】

【Why is Mianmian so adorable and well-behaved?! I looked at my own gremlin and immediately grabbed the feather duster.】

【Every time I see Mianmian, my heart just melts.】

Since Mianmian was handling the shrimp dumplings, Lin Yi went to prepare the cabbage and pork filling.

He washed the ingredients and started chopping them on the cutting board.

While he was focused on cutting, Shen Feng wandered over, yawning.

The desert morning still had a chill, so Shen Feng wore a black leather jacket with chains and studs—stylish and flashy, just like his personality.

As soon as he saw Lin Yi making dumplings, he shamelessly said, “Make more, I want some too!”

Lin Yi lazily lifted his eyelids and glanced at him. “If you want to eat, come help.”

Shen Feng replied carelessly, “But I don’t know how.”

He wasn’t lying—his cooking was even worse than Lin Yi’s. He was the type to nearly blow up a kitchen.

Lin Yi had no intention of spoiling him and ordered, “Even if you can’t cook, you can still wrap dumplings, right?”

Shen Feng was about to say no.

Lin Yi cut him off in advance, “Even Mianmian, a three-year-old, knows how to wrap dumplings. You’re a grown man and you can’t?”

That reverse-psychology hit hard.

Shen Feng: “……”

Even if he didn’t know how, he had to learn today!

Otherwise, wouldn’t he be worse than a three-year-old?

Determined to prove himself, Shen Feng rolled up his sleeves and marched over to Mianmian.

Like hell he couldn’t wrap a dumpling. He was going to do better than anyone!

Before starting, he sneakily watched how Mianmian did it, then picked up a wrapper…

【LOL Shen Feng’s secretly learning from Mianmian!】

【You can tell this rich young master has never stepped foot in a kitchen. No wonder he can’t make dumplings.】

Following Mianmian’s example, Shen Feng clumsily managed to finish his first dumpling but the wrapper was nearly torn.

He pinched it together anyway, and the dumpling ended up wrinkled and lumpy.

Still, he proudly shouted to Lin Yi, “Look! It’s easy! Who can’t do this?!”

Lin Yi turned and looked at the tragic dumpling in Shen Feng’s hand. He was speechless. “You can eat your own dumplings.”

“…Are you dissing my dumpling?”

Lin Yi raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, isn’t it obvious enough?”

Shen Feng: “……”

AAAAHHH!!

It’s just a torn dumpling! He refused to believe he couldn’t do better!

After that, every time Shen Feng wrapped a dumpling, he had to show it to Lin Yi, like he needed his approval to continue.

Lin Yi was getting annoyed. “Shen Feng, how old are you?”

Why was he more troublesome than a kid?

Shen Feng huffed, “That’s none of your business! Just tell me, is this dumpling pretty or not?”

What could Lin Yi even say? “It’s nice.”

He thought that would be enough, but Shen Feng wasn’t letting it go. “Your tone’s off. That didn’t sound like a compliment.”

Lin Yi: “……”

He ignored Shen Feng and continued wrapping.

Shen Feng followed him around like a clingy puppy, circling Lin Yi wherever he went.

“Lin Yi, say something nice!”

“Lin Yi, do you dare say my dumpling looks bad?”

“Lin Yi, be honest—my dumpling skills are as good as a pro chef now, right?”

No matter how much Shen Feng chattered, Lin Yi said nothing, which drove Shen Feng nuts.

And so, the whole process went like this—Lin Yi calmly went about his business. Shen Feng hovered beside him like a needy little dog, desperate for attention.

【LOL these two are killing me!!】

【Shen Feng is a completely different person around Lin Yi! What happened to the cold, grumpy young master from before?】

【I’m totally shipping this CP now!】

【Yep, I’m sold.】

Forty minutes later, the dumplings were ready.

Lin Yi even prepared some vinegar, sprinkled with chopped scallions for dipping.

He picked up a small bowl, placed four dumplings inside—two shrimp, two cabbage and pork—and handed it to Huo Mianmian. “Come on, kiddo, time for dumplings! You were the MVP today, enjoy!”

Huo Mianmian nodded. “Okay.”

He took the bowl and chopsticks from Lin Yi.

He ate slowly and carefully.

Sitting in a small chair, he picked up a dumpling, blew on it, and only put it in his mouth once it was cool.

His cheeks puffed up like a hamster, quietly munching away.

【Why is even the way Mianmian eats dumplings so sweet?!】

【A kid who eats quietly without being chased around—truly an angel.】

【I wish I had a little one like Mianmian. So healing.】

Meanwhile—

Lin Yi also started eating, dipping a dumpling in vinegar before taking a bite.

The first one he picked was shrimp. The juicy prawn burst with flavor in his mouth, enhanced by the vinegar and scallions—layers of taste all at once.

He couldn’t help eating several more.

Shen Feng ate too, but glared at Lin Yi while chewing. “It’s your fault my voice is hoarse now.”

He had spent all morning circling Lin Yi, talking non-stop for attention, but Lin Yi kept ignoring him, so he kept going…

Now his throat was raw.

Lin Yi laughed. “Whose fault is that? I should be charging you hearing damage fees.”

Shen Feng huffed, “In your dreams. I’m not paying you.”

Lin Yi didn’t bother with him. After glancing around, he asked, “Where’s your nephew?”

It had been a while, and Song Yutao still hadn’t shown up.

Shen Feng, the definition of an unqualified uncle, only then turned toward their tent and said carelessly, “Who cares. Probably still sleeping.”

“Should we save him some dumplings?”

Shen Feng shrugged, “No need. He can grab whatever later.”

Just then, Song Yutao stepped out of the tent, expression dark. “I heard everything.”

Clearly, his uncle didn’t care about him at all.

Shen Feng didn’t even flinch. “Oh. So what?”

Song Yutao grumbled, “I really want to switch uncles.”

Shen Feng shot back, “Like I don’t want to switch nephews?”

And just like that, they were arguing early in the morning.

Lin Yi: “……”

Huo Mianmian: “……”

Forget them. They happily continued eating dumplings.

One bite—so tasty!

【These two families are polar opposites—one is healing, the other exhausting.】

【I actually love Shen Feng and Song Yutao’s constant bickering.】

【Shen Feng really doesn’t hold back with his nephew. He’s not afraid of getting beat by his sister?】

【Longtime fan here—Shen Feng’s the kind of chaos king who fears no one.】

【Honestly though, Lin Yi is probably the only one who can keep him in check.】

【Ladies, I’m officially shipping them now. This is allowed, right?】

【Ship them hard, no holding back.】