"No, if I become ice cream, Iâll be eaten."
Tongtong shook her head in fear, her little legs swinging back and forth as she lay on her stomach on the bed.
Jiang Liu held Tongtong in his arms, scrolling through Douyin on his phone.
He was already about to break nine thousand followers.
Over three thousand of them were fans from who-knows-where.
Jiang Liu had already created three fan groups on Douyin.
The groups were very lively now.
People would occasionally tag @JiangLiusGourmetShop.
Just then, a WeChat message popped up.
Yang Yixue: "I had a few drinks, and now my head hurts. If only I had some of your hangover soup. I still really miss my daughter. Whatâs she up to?"
"Does Tongtong want a tablet? Iâll buy it for her. What about tomorrow? Iâm free tomorrow. Can you find an excuse to close the shop so we can go to the mall?"
Jiang Liu casually swiped the message away. It was blocking his view of Aude Biao.
He scrolled to the next video: someone building a car out of scrap metal.
Jiang Liu stroked his chin, watching with great interest.
âInteresting. This guy has more integrity than some corporations.â
WeChat chimed with a DING.
Jun Qingmeng sent a message: "Picture."
"I finished cleaning up!! Look, my little room. I even sprayed some nice orange-scented floral water. If you want to come over, Iâll sneak you in. (smirk)"
"Boyfriend, when are you going to sleep?"
Jiang Liu opened WeChat.
A warmer smile touched his lips as he replied, "I canât. Iâm about to put Tongtong to bed. Sheâs already yawning."
Jun Qingmeng: "Mmhm, get some sleep. Good night to my future little treasure."
Jun Qingmeng: "When I was massaging your legs today... theyâre so firm. I like that a lot. (giggles behind her hand)"
Jiang Liuâs expression was a little strange as he typed back, "Good night."
âWas she... flirting with me with that last message?â
He looked down and found that Tongtong had fallen asleep at some point.
Jiang Liu patted her little bottom, tucked Tongtong in, and turned off the bedside lamp.
He went out to prep ingredients for an hour, then came back.
The room was pitch-black. Tongtong burrowed into Jiang Liuâs embrace, her expression softening into a peaceful, contented sleep...
âItâs so nice that Daddy has me.â
The next day, the alarm went off.
Tongtong sat up, eyes still closed, and fumbled for her pants.
"Daddy... pants."
"Youâre awake? Letâs go wash our faces."
Jiang Liu helped Tongtong put on her pants.
The two of them, one big and one small, went to the bathroom to wash up and brush their teeth together.
By 5:05 AM, they were ready.
All cleaned up, Jiang Liu even found a little yellow duck shoulder bag for Tongtong to carry her tablet in.
Opening the fridge, Jiang Liu filled two bottles of juice for Tongtong.
Tongtong followed at his heels and said:
"Daddy, Tongtong wants a piggy bank."
"What do you need a piggy bank for?" Jiang Liu crouched down, curious.
"I want to save money for Daddy. So when itâs your birthday, Tongtong can buy you a present, okay?"
Jiang Liu pinched Tongtongâs cheek and smiled. "Alright, Daddy will buy you one."
"Come on, letâs go make some money."
"Make money, make money."
Tongtong was still half-asleep, swaying with every step.
Jiang Liu easily pulled the small cart with his right hand.
He opened the door.
Jun Qingmeng stood right outside the door, a lovely sight.
She was wearing jeans today, a Hong Kong-style black plaid shirt over a small tank top. The âproduce sectionâ wasnât massiveâmore of a medium.
She had a heart-shaped hair clip in her hair, and there were dark, greyish circles under her eyes.
She had been too excited last night, and Jun Qingmeng hadnât fallen asleep until two in the morning.
But she still got up early.
Jiang Liu was a little surprised and exasperated. "Youâve got dark circles. Go back and get some more sleep. We can go together tomorrow."
Jun Qingmeng stubbornly shook her head. "No! I donât want to miss a single moment with you."
Jiang Liu rolled his eyes, speechless.
"Fine."
It took a moment for Jiang Tongtong to react, finally realizing her mother was standing in front of her.
Groggy, she greeted, "Good evening, Teacher Qingmeng."
Jun Qingmeng bent down and pinched Tongtongâs little nose. "Itâs good *morning*, Tongtong. Do you want me to carry you?"
Tongtong shook her head sensibly. "No, Teacher Qingmeng, youâre sleepy too. Letâs just hold hands!"
As she spoke,
Tongtong grabbed Jiang Liu with her right hand and took Jun Qingmengâs right hand with her left.
"Letâs go! Tongtong will lead you to Uncle Che."
The elevator doors opened.
Inside were four neatly dressed corporate drones.
âWhat a beautiful girl.â
âWhat a happy-looking family.â
They all shared the same envious look.
âWho wouldnât want a wonderful family like that?â
They got off at the first basement level.
Jiang Liu told the two of them to wait.
He went back up and brought down the two barrels of drinks.
Everything was ready.
He started the car.
Jun Qingmeng thoughtfully buckled Tongtongâs seatbelt for her.
Tongtong kicked her feet happily. "Thank you, Teacher Qingmeng. Youâre so nice."
"Tongtong, youâre so cute," Jun Qingmeng said, patting her head again.
Tongtong closed her eyes in comfort.
âIâm the little hero of this family.â
Jiang Liu smiled as he drove and said, "You two can take a nap in the car."
Seeing their drooping heads made him feel a bit sorry for them.
âThey just had to come along.â
Jun Qingmeng shook her head gently. "No, Iâll keep you company."
"Tongtong canât sleep! I have to keep Daddy company!"
Jiang Liu glanced at the rearview mirror. "Okay."
The car had just left the underground garage.
The two of them, heads touching, were already asleep.
The expressions on their sleeping faces were identical.
"Heh." Jiang Liu couldnât help but chuckle.
âThey said no, but their bodies were honest.â
The morning air was fresh and cool. Instead of using the AC, Jiang Liu opened the driverâs side window.
The wind blew through Jun Qingmengâs hair.
There werenât many cars on the road, and only a few people were out and about.
It was just after five oâclock; traffic usually didnât pick up until six-thirty.
It might be different in a big metropolis, but in an ordinary city like South City, the pace of life wasnât as frantic.
Take Jiang Liuâs neighbor, Xue Guang, for example. He opened his shop at eight or nine every day, sometimes even ten, and no one rushed him.
But Jiang Liu was different. He could open late, but his customers would starve.
About ten minutes later, Jiang Liu pulled into the produce market.
Besides buying fennel today, he also planned to get some dried shrimp to make shrimp noodles.
The meat from a Little Cyan Dragon, paired with high-quality flour and powder ground from dried river shrimp, would taste absolutely divine.
Jiang Liu had just parked the car.
The pair in the back seat opened their eyes in perfect sync.
"Are you sleepy, Teacher Qingmeng?"
"Iâm not sleepy. What about you?"
"Huh, Tongtongâs suddenly not sleepy anymore."
Jiang Liu gave the big one and the little one an exasperated look. "If you want to follow, then follow. But I suggest you two wait in the car and get some more sleep."
"No, Tongtong wants to cherish Daddy."
"I want to go grocery shopping with you."