My baby is two and a half years old. Daddy, hurry up and make some milk!

On their way back, Lu Chenyue and Le Bao encountered Zeng Cheng and his son Zeng Mingxuan.

Zeng Mingxuan walked ahead, far away from his father. The little guy's face was puffed up, clearly showing that he was sulking.

"Uncle, brother, are you guys working?"

The chubby boy was very proud. They not only did a good job, but also earned a lot of money. He wanted the whole world to know.

"Hehe, yeah, Uncle just finished working. Le Bao, where did you guys go?"

"We're going to sell them for money, lots and lots of money!"

The chubby boy took out the box containing the money; it still contained quite a few coins.

To show Zeng Cheng and his son that there was a lot of money inside, the chubby boy held the box and shook it up and down.

"Crack crack crack".

The sound of the coins hitting the box was particularly crisp, making the little guy shake his head and shake it even more vigorously.

"Be careful, don't let it fall out."

As if on cue, the box fell apart in the little guy's hands as soon as Lu Chenyue finished speaking, scattering banknotes and coins all over the ground.

The chubby boy was stunned.

Lu Chenyue sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation. "What did I say again?"

Sigh, the mess his daughter made, he, as her father, has to clean up.

To think that he, the head of the prestigious Lu family, would be squatting on the ground picking up small change ranging from a few cents to a few dollars.

If that idiot Xiao Nanfeng saw this, I don't know how much he would laugh at him.

Xiao Nanfeng: Brother Yue, I've been keeping watch the whole time, haha.

Zeng Cheng also came over and joined the father and daughter in picking up money.

"Hmph hmph hmph..."

As Le Bao picked them up, her little nose twitched.

She stopped picking up the money and, following the scent, crawled all the way to Zeng Cheng.

"Uncle, have you pooped yet?"

"Hahahaha, see? It's not just me, Le Bao can smell it too."

Upon hearing Le Bao's words, Zeng Mingxuan, the eldest son, stood to the side, clutching his stomach and laughing heartily.

Zeng Cheng was extremely embarrassed, his ears turning bright red.

Lu Chenyue gently kicked the chubby boy's butt to tell him to shut up.

The little girl, who was already leaning forward, was kicked to her knees by her father.

Le Bao suddenly knelt down in front of Zeng Cheng.

Zeng Cheng: It's not that bad, really not.

The chubby boy turned around and glared at his father, "Old Deng, you've ruined me."

Lu Chenyue awkwardly touched his nose; he really didn't mean it.

Even more remarkable is Zeng Mingxuan, the eldest son.

"Dad, why didn't you give Le Bao some money?"

He saw Le Bao kneeling in front of his father, who, without any expression of gratitude, tried to help Le Bao up.

In his memory, as long as he knelt down like that, his grandparents, uncles and aunts would give him money.

Zeng Mingxuan looked at his father with disdain, thinking him a stingy man.

Zeng Cheng, whose hand was halfway up in the air, stopped awkwardly.

What should we do? Should he pull back or continue to support him?

You brat, you know how to put your dad on the hot seat.

Go back to your place. He doesn't have a single penny on him right now. What will he give the child?

If we keep helping him, it really makes him seem stingy.

Le Bao, who was originally blaming her father for kicking her over, suddenly brightened up when she heard Zeng Mingxuan's words.

Lu Chenyue tried to pull her up from behind, but to no avail.

She knelt down and stared blankly at Zeng Cheng.

It's as if I won't get up until you give me money today.

Shen Wanning, watching the live stream at home: I'm ready to fight back.

Lu Chenyue silently took a few steps back, pretending that this shameful little brat didn't know him.

Zeng Cheng, who had been placed in a high position, was so red that his face was almost bleeding.

He borrowed some cash from the director who was traveling with him. It wasn't much, just about a hundred yuan, because that was all the director had on him.

He gave it all to Le Bao, and then helped her up.

"Um, Uncle doesn't have any money on him. I'll make it up to you next time we meet."

Good heavens! He almost lost face today because of his own son.

"Oh, thank you, Uncle."

The chubby boy readily accepted.

"Daddy, I want one too! I want one too!"

Seeing the money Le Bao received, Zeng Mingxuan couldn't sit still any longer.

He no longer cared about his father's stench; he slid over to his knees, grabbed his father's legs, and shook them vigorously.

"You're dreaming."

Zeng Cheng gave him a cold look and tried to leave, but his chubby son, clinging to his leg, wouldn't let go. He could only drag the weight on his foot and slowly walk away from this troublesome place.

Seeing that his father really wasn't going to give him any money, Zeng Cheng, who had been dragged a distance away, suddenly stood up and, with lightning speed, knelt down at the feet of Lu Chenyue, who was watching the commotion.

Lu Chenyue: ? ? ? ?

Zeng Cheng: ? ? ? ?

Viewers across the internet: Hahahaha.

"Uncle Lu, Happy New Year! May you have a son soon and live a long life..."

Zeng Mingxuan poured out all the things he had said when he wished his elders a Happy New Year.

This sincerity is far greater than that of Le Bao.

What a disgrace!

Now it was Zeng Li's turn to pretend he didn't recognize his son.

This was the first time Lu Chenyue had encountered this situation, but the money in his hand was for his mother-in-law to sell pears, so he couldn't touch it.

He instinctively looked at the cameraman and director, who all shook their heads, indicating they had no cash left.

Actually, it's not that there isn't any, but just now, the director spoke to them through the earpiece, forbidding anyone from lending money to Lu Chenyue.

It's precisely at times like these that the show is most likely to have explosive moments.

Watching the number of viewers in the live stream steadily increase, the director took a satisfied sip of tea and leaned back in his chair.

Having failed to borrow money, Lu Chenyue glanced at Zeng Mingxuan, who was still kneeling on the ground looking at him, and then looked at his daughter who was counting money (though she couldn't really count it all).

"Baby, come here."

He took out a few one-yuan bills from the box.

"Here, can Daddy trade these extra ones for your one that's less?"

He took the only fifty-yuan note from Le Bao's hand.

Le Bao looked at himself and realized he was missing one card but had gained several, so it wasn't a loss.

"Ooh, change it for Daddy!"

In this way, Lu Chenyue exchanged a few yuan for his daughter's 50 yuan.

He gave the 50 yuan to Zeng Mingxuan and said the same thing Zeng Cheng had said before, that he would make up for it next time.

Zeng Mingxuan knew how to use money, so when he received the 50-yuan note, he happily put it in his pocket.

Then he complained to Le Bao and Lu Chenyue that he and his dad had gone to shovel pig manure today.

He disliked the smell and absolutely refused to go in, staying far away from it.

Zeng Cheng had to go into the pigsty alone, wearing a mask, and clean up the pig manure inside.

After finally finishing the job, when they came out, the cameraman and director all took a few steps back.

Not to mention his eldest son, who had already run several meters away.

Helpless, he could only go back and take a shower first.

Who would have thought that they would run into Le Bao and her father on the way?

What they never expected was that the two adults would be put on the spot by the two little ones, and almost lost face.

Sure enough, children are just people coming to collect debts.