LPLFDA Chapter 208

Thank you, BlueMoon, for the ko-fi~

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The newly hatched You You has fair skin with a rosy glow. His features were quite lovely.

Compared to those wrinkly newborns, You You’s little face was exceptionally good-looking.

Feng Yuan grew fonder the more he looked at him.

He held You You’s tiny hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss.

Feng Yuan was still a child himself, and his own chubby hands were quite small.

But now, as he held You You’s little hand, his own hand could completely envelop it.

Such a tiny baby. The other children nearby didn’t dare to touch him.

“Yuan Yuan, you’re so amazing,” Xiao Putao praised sincerely. “You’re brave enough to hold such a small baby.”

A newborn smaller than two palms was soft all over, and even the neck was delicate.

Xiao Putao wanted to hold him, but didn’t dare.

Listening to the children’s admiration, Feng Yuan puffed out his chubby cheeks and said modestly, “It’s alright. I used to work as a nanny when I was little.”

“I also have a younger brother whom I’ve taken care of since he was born.”

At these words, the other kids looked at him with even more admiration.

Meanwhile, the cameraman struggled to hold back his laughter.

He was nearly dying of amusement at Feng Yuan’s antics.

A four-year-old child, talking to other kids about his “childhood”.

And he even claimed to have worked as a nanny!

The cameraman tried hard not to laugh, while the children grew even more impressed with Feng Yuan.

Feng Yuan was a kid who easily got carried away.

Under the admiring gazes of the other children, he proudly lifted his chin and began explaining how to care for a baby.

“Babies can drink formula, but it’s best to have some breast milk, too.”

“Breast milk is tasty.”

Feng Yuan had never tasted breast milk, but he knew it was nutritious.

To give the children a clear idea of what breastfeeding was, Feng Yuan lifted his shirt.

He looked down at his chest and murmured, “I drink milk every day.”

So, he might have a little milk.

“You You.”

Feng Yuan took away You You’s bottle and offered his breast: “Big brother will feed you. Drinking breastmilk is nutritious.”

You You: “…”

You You opened his mouth, ready to drink breastmilk.

Among the children watching, Yao Yao was the first to join in.

He lifted his shirt and generously offered to feed You You, too.

He also drank milk every day at home.

Just as the little ones were about to start “feeding”, the parents’ faces turned pale. They rushed over.

“Put your clothes down!”

“Qingqing, you’re a girl. You can’t lift your shirt!”

Xiao Putao didn’t lift her shirt, but the bolder Yu Qingqing followed Feng Yuan’s example and tried to lift hers.

Luckily, her father ran over quickly and stopped her.

The parents each pulled their children back.

Feng Yuan, however, had already started “feeding”.

Unlike ordinary babies, You You had tiny teeth in his mouth.

At first, Feng Yuan’s chubby face wore a proud smile.

A few seconds later…

Bitten, Feng Yuan’s chubby face was on the verge of tears.

“It hurts!”

Tears welling up in his eyes, Feng Yuan no longer wanted to feed.

Li Sheng, seeing him cry from the bite, reached out and took You You back.

“You You, drink this.”

Li Sheng handed You You the bottle he had been drinking from earlier.

You You, who hadn’t been full to begin with, turned his head at the sight of the bottle and latched onto the nipple.

Li Sheng fed You You while checking Feng Yuan’s condition.

“It’s fine. It’s just a tooth mark.”

Li Sheng said, “Didn’t Dad tell you? You’re a boy, you can’t breastfeed.”

“But Yuan Yuan drank milk.”

“Drinking milk doesn’t give you breastmilk.”

In front of the camera, Li Sheng had no choice but to explain it again.

He spoke seriously as he educated Feng Yuan, while the cameraman in the live stream manually adjusted the angle.

Earlier, when the children tried to breastfeed, the cameraman had only filmed from the side and deliberately avoided capturing the scene too clearly.

If it were filmed too clearly, it would affect the broadcast.

By now, the live chat was exploding with comments.

“Oh my god! I haven’t seen my baby in so long, and he’s still so dramatic!”

“Hahahahaha. I’m dying of laughter. My chubby Yuan Yuan breastfeeding live! I’ve already screenshotted it!”

“Kids these days have it so good. Even their embarrassing moments are in high definition.”

“When Yuan Yuan grows up and starts dating, I can’t imagine how his partner would react to this video. They’d probably die laughing.”

The comments were all about Feng Yuan’s antics.

Occasionally, a few remarks praised Li Sheng’s looks.

“This Li Sheng is so handsome. No wonder Feng Qi fell for him. They’re such a perfect match!”

“Hmm, Li Sheng is really good-looking, but what’s his background? I feel like his name sounds familiar.”

“I’m curious about Li Sheng, too. What kind of charm does he have to make Feng Qi have a child with him?”

Feng Yuan and Li Sheng were the most discussed among all the guests.

Chi Shui’s popularity was decent but not explosive, as he wasn’t very active.

On the other hand, An Cheng and Yao Yao, the unique father-son pair, were steadily gaining attention.

Although they weren’t biologically related, their bond was visibly strong, and their interactions were full of humor.

The show featured five groups of guests, and all of them were trending topics.

The director hadn’t checked the data yet, but he had a good sense of the situation.

“Ahem. Yuan Yuan, are you feeling better?”

The director checked on Feng Yuan. After receiving an affirmative reply, he cleared his throat and announced the next activity.

On the first day at the destination, the tasks were relatively light.

Next, they had to complete tasks to win ingredients for dinner.

Feng Yuan, with his little brother in tow, handled the tasks effortlessly.

He borrowed a baby-carrying sling from a villager and strapped his brother to his chest.

The little one was snugly wrapped, with his soft neck properly supported.

Though the position looked a bit suffocating, it surprisingly gave the newborn a sense of security.

With his brother secured, Feng Yuan worked hard to win ingredients and ended up with the second-highest amount.

The first place went to Yao Yao!

Regardless of their ranking, everyone received ingredients. The only difference was the variety.

Feng Yuan had previously been in charge of cooking on the show.

Now that Li Sheng was here, he glanced at his big dad and handed over the cooking duties.

Li Sheng was an excellent cook, and Chi Shui was learning from him.

An Cheng looked quite skilled while cooking, with smooth and practiced movements. But the final result was… somewhat hard to describe.

“Uncle An’s cooking is just like my dad’s,” Feng Yuan commented as he watched the adults cook, sitting on a small stool.

Yao Yao sat next to him and struck up a conversation: “My dad’s cooking has a very unique flavor.”

Feng Yuan: “…”

What does “unique” mean? It just means it doesn’t taste good.

Feng Yuan raised his little eyebrows knowingly and said, “My dad’s cooking also has a unique flavor.”

Uniquely bad.

Feng Yuan had never eaten anyone else’s cooking before, so he didn’t think much of his dad’s meals.

Later, when he started eating delicious food every day, he gained a more direct understanding of his dad’s cooking.

Although Feng Yuan thought his dad’s cooking wasn’t tasty, as long as his dad cooked for him, he would enthusiastically finish every bite.

The chubby cheeks on his face weren’t for nothing. They were proof that he ate well!

The adults were busy, and the kids were relaxed, creating a harmonious scene.

Yu Qingqing was picky and secretly took some ingredients her dad had received to give to the puppy.

Xiao Putao’s dad was cooking noodles for her.

Li Sheng was preparing a feast.

With very limited ingredients, Li Sheng worked wonders, even carving flowers into the cucumbers!

The guest dads gathered to share their dinners.

No one wanted to eat An Cheng’s dishes.

In the end, it was Feng Yuan and Yao Yao who solemnly finished the dinner he had made.

Seeing that they were still willing to eat his food, An Cheng was deeply moved.

“Yuan Yuan, Yao Yao, you two are so kind!”

Having tasted the other dads’ dishes, An Cheng was well aware of how unpalatable his own cooking was.

Yet these two little ones didn’t complain at all. They were truly little angels!

After dinner, the live stream paused for a while. The guests didn’t have to work during their evening rest time.

It wouldn’t be reasonable to have both the adults and kids under the camera 24 hours a day.

Without the cameras, everyone seemed much more at ease.

An Cheng loved playing with the kids.

Instead of chatting with the other dads, he stuck closer to the little ones.

“Yuan Yuan, Yao Yao, Rong Rong, Qingqing, Xiao Putao,” An Cheng asked with a smile, “Would you like some dessert?”

Feng Yuan: “Yes!”

Feng Yuan was the first to respond.

He ate a lot at home. But since coming here to film the show, his food standards had dropped drastically.

His favorite snacks were nowhere to be found here.

“Hehe, come on, I’ll take you to find some dessert,” An Cheng said, leading the kids out of the village.

Even without bright streetlights in the countryside, the moonlight was radiant.

An Cheng brought the kids to the ridge at the edge of the village.

Using a stick, he dug into the ridge and soon unearthed a handful of white stalks.

“These are sweet stalks. They’re sweet and delicious when chewed.”

After brushing off the dirt, An Cheng handed them out.

The other kids wanted to wash theirs before eating.

Only Feng Yuan popped his straight into his mouth.

“Tashty!” he mumbled, cheeks puffed out as he chewed vigorously.

“It’s too late now. But when we have time tomorrow, I’ll find more snacks for you,” An Cheng said.

“There are lots of tasty things here.”

He told the kids about the wild berries growing in the fields, the purple-flowered weeds that bore purple fruit, and the red, lantern-like wild berries that were both sweet and sour.

He knew all about the little wild fruits like the back of his hand.

Feng Yuan listened and gradually processed it in his little head.

“Uncle An, do you live here?”

“No, I live over there.”

An Cheng pointed toward the east. “There’s a village over there, but it’s even more remote.”

And poorer.

An Cheng came from the countryside. His village was notoriously impoverished.

His father had fallen ill and passed away when he was young.

His mother had to manage the household while taking care of his paralyzed grandmother…

To avoid burdening the family, his grandmother had hanged herself.

After his father and grandmother were gone, his mother’s mental state began to deteriorate.

On a trip to the county to buy seeds, his mother died in a car accident.

An Cheng casually recounted his family’s situation: “Not long after my mom passed, half of our old house collapsed. Now, only one room is still livable. Ah, if the other half hadn’t fallen, I could have taken you all to see it.”

There were many trees planted in front of his house. His father had hung a swing on one of them.

Back then, all the children in the village loved playing in front of his house.

As An Cheng spoke of the past, there was no trace of sorrow on his face.

His mother had told him long ago:

For poor families like theirs, death wasn’t necessarily a painful thing.

For them, death was a release from a life of hardship.

Even before her death, his mother hadn’t feared dying.

But she had felt terribly sorry for him.

An Cheng didn’t think his mother had anything to apologize for.

She had already given her all, striving to live for his sake.

“Uncle An Cheng.”

Feng Yuan sniffled and threw himself into An Cheng’s arms.

He hugged An Cheng tightly.

The other children followed his example and clung to An Cheng as well.

Surrounded by the little ones, An Cheng felt immensely happy.

“Alright, alright! Uncle can’t hug so many of you all at once!”

“Don’t cry, Uncle isn’t sad!”

He had secretly consulted a fortune-teller before, who told him that his father, mother, and grandmother had all been reincarnated!

And they had been reborn into good lives!

Just thinking that his parents and grandmother had started new lives, perhaps even younger than him now, filled his heart with contentment.

The children’s heartfelt embraces moved An Cheng deeply.

As the group continued hugging, An Cheng glanced at the darkening sky and urged, “Alright, we need to head back. Children shouldn’t stay out too late.”

An Cheng prepared to lead the children home.

Feng Yuan wasn’t too keen on returning.

He dawdled, reluctant to leave. Seeing this, An Cheng resorted to a trick his own mother had used on him when he was little.

“It’s not safe to stay out at night. Wild monkeys might come and snatch children away.”

“Come on, let’s hurry back.”

But An Cheng’s mention of wild monkeys didn’t scare the children at all.

Yu Qingqing, the bold one, tugged at An Cheng’s sleeve and actually asked him to tell a ghost story.

“Please, please, Uncle! Tell us a ghost story!”

When Yu Qingqing’s mother was at home, applying a face mask or resting, she liked to listen to audiobooks.

And her mother particularly enjoyed ghost stories.

So, whenever her mother wasn’t paying attention, Yu Qingqing would sneakily listen to many ghost stories by her side.

The ghost stories her mother listened to weren’t very scary, though.

They were actually sweet romance tales between humans and ghosts.

Listening to her mother’s preferred “sweet stories”, Yu Qingqing didn’t find them frightening either.

Now that she was away from her mother, she missed hearing those ghost stories.

So, she begged An Cheng to tell her one.

Dad had said while chatting with Mom that ghost stories were best told at night!

Feng Yuan had never heard a ghost story, but Feng Yuan had seen a ghost.

He blinked his eyes and joined in the begging.

An Cheng repeatedly waved his hands.

“No, no, you’re too young. How can you listen to something like this?”

Ghost stories were simply not suitable for children.

“I’ve heard them at home,” Yu Qingqing said. “I listen to them often. Uncle An, tell us one, please.”

Feng Yuan also patted his little chest, indicating he wasn’t scared.

His aunt was a ghost, after all!

With the little ones clamoring for a story, An Cheng found it hard to refuse.

Because these little rascals would throw a tantrum.

They’d lie on the ground and refuse to get up.

Even Yao Yao, who usually listened to him, had been influenced and had become disobedient.

“We want to hear it, Uncle An. Tell us a story!”

“Little Dad, tell us a story!”

With the group of kids acting up like this, An Cheng couldn’t leave.

In the end, with a pained expression, he had no choice but to give in.

“Well, alright then, I’ll tell one.”

An Cheng grew up in a village. In the eyes of other villages, their village was a bit eerie.

He only found out about it later.

At the eastern end of his village, there was a dilapidated temple. That temple was gone now. The villagers had planted vegetables where it once stood.

But in the past, there had been a Buddha statue in that temple.

It was said that the large Buddha was very spiritual. Around it were eighteen smaller Buddha statues.

But one day, the large Buddha was stolen.

The smaller Buddha statues, for some reason, were found shattered into pieces.

Rumors spread that the stolen Buddha had changed hands several times.

The first group of people who stole the Buddha all died.

Those who later acquired the Buddha also died.

It was unclear whether the rumors were true, but the smaller Buddha statues were real.

Because An Cheng had actually found fragments of the smaller Buddha statues.

He was planting sweet potatoes in the vegetable garden there and dug them up while tilling the soil.

Aside from the legend of the Buddha statues, their village also had many stone tablets.

For instance, they could be found on the ridges of fields and in the river ditches.

The village women used the stone tablets as washboards when doing laundry in the river ditches.

The ghost story An Cheng was about to tell took place in the threshing ground near the dilapidated temple.

A threshing ground, as the name suggests, is a place for drying rice.

Every household in the village had their own share.

During the busy farming season, when rice was spread out to dry in the threshing ground, everyone had to sleep there at night.

In their village, one family had a simple-minded son.

The family didn’t want him.

The simple-minded boy’s father once took him to the train station, intending to abandon him.

But in the end, he couldn’t bring himself to do it and brought the boy back.

The simple-minded boy didn’t go to school. He spent his days wandering around the village, helping out a bit during the busy farming season.

One night, the weather was bad. Everyone had taken their grain from the threshing ground back home.

The simple-minded boy’s family had also gathered their grain.

They brought the grain home but forgot to bring the boy.

The simple-minded boy slept alone in the threshing ground and didn’t return home. The next morning, when his family found him, there was a distinct blue-purple handprint on his neck.

Something had strangled him during the night.

The simple-minded boy wasn’t strangled to death, but his condition worsened.

He stopped going home to sleep at night, wandering outside and sleeping wherever he ended up.

After the simple-minded boy stopped returning home, strange occurrences began to happen frequently in the village.

The old village chief, who had been dead for over ten years, was spotted by villagers carrying a hoe and wandering around the fields.

Someone went to set fish traps at night and almost got dragged into the water.

After struggling free, he rushed home in a panic. Halfway there, he glanced back and saw the simple-minded boy standing by the water’s edge, grinning at him.

The man was nearly scared out of his wits.

There was also a neighbor’s wife who had been washing clothes by the pond that afternoon. That very night, she heard knocking at her door and the boy’s voice outside.

She opened the door to look, but saw no one.

She closed it again.

Yet before dawn, she suddenly died of a cerebral infarction.

She had always been in robust health.

A few days after her passing, her daughter claimed to have seen her.

She was talking with the simple-minded boy outside a shed.

Such strange occurrences kept happening.

Eventually, An Cheng recalled that the simple-minded boy had disappeared from the village just before he left for university.

If An Cheng were to recount all the eerie incidents from his village, he could go on for hours without pause.

Even in elementary school, he himself had encountered will-o’-the-wisps. They were glowing red orbs that chased him for two miles.

Another time, he woke in the middle of the night and saw his grandfather sitting at the foot of his father’s bed, silhouetted by moonlight through the window.

When he tried telling adults about these experiences, they would cut him off before he could finish.

“Children shouldn’t talk nonsense.”

“There’s no such thing as ghosts. It’s all made up.”

Even if adults had encountered ghosts themselves, they would never admit it in front of children.

Over time, An Cheng stopped bringing up these matters.

He rattled off several ghost encounter stories in one go.

He told them quite vividly.

The little ones, who had been throwing tantrums on the ground earlier, had unconsciously huddled together.

They all stared wide-eyed, not making a sound.

After finishing his stories, An Cheng chuckled at their reactions.

“You said you weren’t scared, but I think you’re a little frightened, aren’t you?”

An Cheng himself wasn’t afraid.

He pinched the children’s cheeks and, to ease their tension, suggested a little game to help them relax.

“Have you ever played the counting game? We take turns counting off.”

“If nothing happens after we finish, it means there are no ghosts around us.”

“Let’s count off and then head home, okay?”

The counting game was something An Cheng had played before.

He’d tried it several times, and it had always been perfectly normal.

So, he used this little game to reassure the children, to show them there were no ghosts nearby.

In over twenty years of his life, An Cheng had only encountered ghosts two or three times.

Ghosts aren’t that easy to come by.

Feng Yuan, who trained at the base every year, was quite familiar with counting drills.

After An Cheng called out, “1!”

Feng Yuan shouted, “2!”

Yao Yao followed immediately, “3!”

Yu Qingqing, “4!”

Xiao Putao, “5!”

Rong Rong said slowly, “6.”

“7!”

“Hahaha, Rong Rong, you only needed to say one number! You said an extra one!”

Yu Qingqing burst out laughing when she noticed the extra count.

While Yu Qingqing giggled, Rong Rong’s little face showed fright.

He opened his mouth, his small voice trembling.

“That wasn’t me.”

“I… I didn’t say 7.”

He had only said 6!

As Rong Rong’s words hung in the air, an eerie silence fell over the scene.

An Cheng’s face turned pale.

He forced himself to stay calm and was about to lie that he had called out seven, but Yu Qingqing suddenly screamed.

“Ahhhh! There’s a ghost!”

Yu Qingqing immediately turned and dashed toward the village.

The other kids also shrieked and scrambled after her toward the village.

Feng Yuan could see a little something. But the eerie atmosphere made him too scared to look closely.

He, too, started screaming “Ahhh!” as he ran back.

Xiao Putao was slower, so An Cheng simply scooped her up and dashed back with her.

All the children, big and small, were thoroughly terrified.

They ran without even glancing back.

After they fled, the spot where they had been standing echoed with voices again.

“8!”

“9!”

“10!”

On the empty ridge, only the rhythmic counting could be heard.

The little ones who had run back all threw themselves into their fathers’ arms.

Rong Rong was the most frightened of all.

After all, he had been the last among the children to count.

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