Gensokyo, a Minecraft template, starting experience from plucking flower fields.

"May I ask what brings you gentlemen here?"

“Mother, this older brother is Father’s older brother.”

Before Bai An could answer, Fujiwara no Mokou eagerly took the initiative to introduce herself.

"Stop talking nonsense."

The beautiful woman glared at her, signaling her to be quiet.

She knew very well how much her husband respected her older brother, whom she had never met.

If he finds out, I'm sure I'll be scolded, or even beaten.

Fujiwara no Mokou pouted, her little mouth agape in dissatisfaction, clearly unhappy with her mother's reprimand.

The beautiful woman glanced at her, then shifted her gaze to Bai An, and said softly:

"May I ask your name, sir?"

"My surname is Bai, and my given name is An."

Upon hearing Bai An's name, the beautiful woman was taken aback, somewhat surprised, because this name was indeed her husband's elder brother's name.

Before she could ask, Bai An took out a jade pendant and placed it on the table.

"Mohong isn't lying, I really am your husband's older brother."

The beautiful woman reached out and picked up the jade pendant, examined it carefully, and then her eyes widened in disbelief.

The boy in front of me didn't look very old.

How could it be her husband's older brother? But this jade pendant is genuine.

Seeing this, Fujiwara no Mokou, who was standing to the side, immediately changed from a pitiful expression to a smug one.

"I knew it! Big brother is Father's older brother."

However, the next second, the beautiful woman frowned, glared at Mohong, and reprimanded her unhappily:

"Nonsense, you should call him Uncle."

“Brother Bai is your father’s elder brother, you should call him Uncle.”

"Got it~"

Mokou playfully stuck out her cute pink tongue and obediently said something.

Then she turned to look at Bai An and said in a clear voice:

"Uncle~"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Bai An take out the black box from before.

He started snapping photos of her again.

Seeing this, Fujiwara no Mokou's expression became even more bewildered.

I don't understand what the other party wants to do.

Click, click, click???

"Um, Uncle, what are you doing?"

Seeing the black box in the other person's hand constantly emitting light, Fujiwara no Mokou couldn't help but ask a question.

Bai An did not answer the question, but placed his hands on her shoulders, adopting a serious posture.

"Mokou, can I ask you for a favor?"

His solemn expression startled even Fujiwara no Mokou.

She swallowed hard and asked seriously:

"Uncle, please speak."

Bai An's expression suddenly turned extremely solemn, and he slowly spoke:

"Mohong, can you call me godfather?"

Fujiwara no Mokou blinked her beautiful big eyes, seemingly not quite reacting yet. After a long while, her little face showed complete bewilderment.

Kazami Yuuka, who was standing nearby, almost choked on her words.

Although she had long anticipated that Bai An's purpose for this trip was not normal.

But she never expected that Bai An would ask the other party to call him godfather in front of his mother, and in such a formal tone.

Looking at the beautiful woman, he saw a shocked expression on her face, as if she doubted her own ears.

Fujiwara no Mokou remained stunned for a long time.

She looked at Bai An, somewhat incredulous that her uncle actually wanted to be her godfather.

"Uncle, did you slip up or say something wrong?"

After a long while, she finally spoke weakly and asked cautiously.

Only then did Bai An realize what was happening, and gave an awkward smile.

He coughed, picked up his teacup to cover his embarrassment, took a sip, and said, feigning composure:

"I simply think you have a connection with Mokou and want to take you in as my goddaughter. That's all. I have no other intentions."

Upon hearing this, Fujiwara no Mokou breathed a sigh of relief.

Her previously stiff face regained its flexibility, and her eyes blinked brightly.

"If you mind, you can call me Uncle again."

Seeing that she didn't answer immediately, Bai An asked again tentatively.

It is impolite to ask someone to call you "godfather".

That was indeed a bit abrupt.

"It's okay, I just didn't quite catch on."

Fujiwara no Mokou shook her head, her cheeks flushed, and her small hands twisted at the hem of her clothes.

Despite the respect my father had for my uncle.

If asked to recognize the other person as their godfather, they would never refuse.

But she still felt something was off about it.

Something always feels wrong.

Bai An was overjoyed to see her agree. He downed the tea in one gulp, calmed his thoughts, and then continued:

"Come on, Mokou, I'm ready."

Having said that, he switched the camera to video mode and pointed it at Mokou.

I'm preparing to record this historic moment.

Fujiwara no Mokou bit her lower lip slightly, the word "simple" stuck in her throat, and she couldn't bring herself to say it.

I always feel that if I utter those two words, I will lose something important.

She hesitated for a long time before finally mustering her courage.

"Godfather~"

She lowered her head, her face flushed, looking very shy yet still adorable.

Upon hearing her address, Bai An trembled slightly, almost jumping up in excitement, but quickly suppressed it.

He tried to control his excitement, pressed the save button, and put the camera into his backpack.

Then, he stood up, walked closer to Mokou, patted her head, and gave her a kind and gentle smile:

"Mokou, as an elder showing love to a younger generation, I will grant you one wish. As long as it is within my power, I will grant it to you!"

"Really? Any wish can be made?"

Fujiwara no Mokou raised her head, her big eyes blinking expectantly.

"Of course, just say what you want."

Having received Bai An's assurance, Fujiwara no Mokou's eyes lit up, but she didn't immediately express her wish. Instead, she looked at her mother beside her, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke:

"My mother is sick. Can you help me cure her?"

She kept glancing at Bai An's expression as she spoke.

Everyone says that Mother's illness is incurable and there is no cure.

She didn't want her mother to leave her so soon.

A hint of sadness flashed across the beautiful woman's face, but she still managed to force a smile:

"Meihong, don't worry, it's just a minor illness. I'll recover soon. You don't need to trouble your uncle."

Fujiwara no Mokou was not pleased by her mother's comfort; instead, she became even more dejected.

"You're lying. I heard everything. The doctors all said you don't have much time left."

Bai An overheard the conversation between the mother and daughter, raised an eyebrow, and coughed lightly twice to interrupt them:

"Actually, this is not difficult at all. For me, it's not a big deal to deal with a simple physical illness; a glass of milk can solve it."

Fujiwara no Mokou and the beautiful woman both looked at Bai An. The beautiful woman's eyes showed suspicion, but also a hint of expectation.

After all, she knew her physical condition and that there was no hope at all.

Her illness was incurable.

How could a glass of milk possibly cure it?

But if it were possible...

Fujiwara no Mokou stared wide-eyed, her face filled with hope:

"Uncle, can you really cure Mother's illness?"

"Of course, while it may be an incurable disease for others, it's something I can handle with ease."