My brother entrusted his child to me, and I livestreamed raising the baby, making the Empress cry wi

She sat down in the chair that Zhou Ran had pulled out for her, her feet swinging gently under the table, her heels tapping lightly against the chair legs, making a muffled "thump-thump" sound.

Although she sat down to eat, she ate breakfast more than twice as fast as usual.

He sipped the seafood porridge in two mouthfuls at a time, and stuffed in half a steamed bun before swallowing it, his cheeks puffed out like a little hamster.

She was still chewing, but her chopsticks were already itching to go, and her eyes were already picking out the next target in the plate.

Lin Ye reached out and patted the back of her head lightly, with just enough force to make her stop but not enough to hurt her.

Eat slowly.

The little boy mumbled a "hmm," his mouth was so full that he couldn't open it to speak.

They did eat more slowly, but it was still much faster than their usual slow and careful eating.

After each bite, I would look up at the window, as if afraid the sun would rise too quickly and I wouldn't make it to the amusement park.

Lin Ye looked at her and didn't say anything more. He just gently pushed the glass of warm water on the table toward her. The bottom of the glass slid across the table, making a very soft friction sound.

He ate his portion slowly and deliberately.

Sunlight streamed in through the French windows; the thin, clean winter morning light fell on Xiaodouzi's chubby face, turning the fine down on her cheeks a pale gold.

Her eyelashes turned a translucent brown in the sunlight, casting a small, fine shadow on her face with each blink.

The clouds on the horizon have been tinged with a pale orange by the rising sun, thinly spreading across the sky, transitioning from orange to pink, and then from pink to white, layer upon layer on the light blue canvas of the sky.

After breakfast, Lin Ye went back to his bedroom and put on a black coat.

The coat is made of high-count cashmere, using a double-faced wool process. It has a clean cut, straight shoulder line, good fit, and is warm and cold-resistant.

He straightened his collar in front of the full-length mirror, then took out a beige cashmere scarf and wrapped it around his neck twice.

The end of the scarf hung down in front of her chest, creating a soft yet distinct color contrast with the black coat.

Lin Ye then picked up his phone and sent a message to the driver, Uncle Liu, instructing him to wait in the underground parking garage.

When we came out, Xiao Douzi was already wearing a down jacket and waiting in the entryway.

She also carried a small pink backpack on her back, which was bulging and I don't know what it contained. The little sheep keychain that she now takes with her wherever she goes is hanging from the zipper.

On her feet were a pair of brand-new snow boots with bear ears, and a ring of white fur around the top of the boots, which was piled up loosely at the cuffs of her pants.

The bear's ears stand out above the pile of fur, and they twitch as it walks.

Lin Ye walked over, hooked his finger on the backpack strap, and weighed it in his hand.

The moment the backpack slid off her back, his fingers sank slightly as the strap tightened.

Lin Ye raised an eyebrow slightly: "How much stuff is in that little bag?"

"Not much!" Xiao Douzi hid her schoolbag behind her back. She moved so fast that the schoolbag slipped from her hands and almost fell to the ground. She quickly caught it with both hands from behind.

She tilted her head back, her chin slightly raised, her lips pressed into a straight line to appear calm, and her expression serious.

But a blush crept up from behind her ears, barely concealing her expression. "I just... I brought a little bit of food and supplies—biscuits, gummies, potato chips..."

Little Douzi started counting on her fingers. When she got to the fifth finger, her eyes started to wander. By the ninth finger, her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

She secretly glanced at Lin Ye and saw the half-smile on her godfather's lips, as if to say, "Is this just a little bit?"

He quickly added, "Really! Just a tiny bit!"

Lin Ye didn't expose him; let the child take whatever he wanted.

He wrapped the backpack strap around his hand, held it in one hand, and pushed open the front door with his other hand, letting in a gust of cold wind through the crack in the door.

He stepped aside to block Xiaodouzi, and with his other hand he held hers as they walked out the door.

……

The car headed north.

Yuante Amusement Park is a nationally renowned amusement park with locations in many cities. The Yuecheng shopping mall next door is the closest, about a two-hour drive away.

Uncle Liu drove very steadily, keeping the speed within the limit set by Lin Ye, prioritizing safety.

The car's heater was still quietly blowing warm air, making the leather seats cozy and warm, while the light woody scent of the car air freshener wafted slowly through the enclosed space.

The sky was high and clear. Unlike the summer sky, which was covered with thick clouds, the December sky was clean, as if it had been washed by the winter wind.

A light blue expanse stretched from overhead to the horizon, only lightly touched by a few wisps of pale white clouds near the horizon.

The branches of the plane trees along the roadside swayed gently in the morning breeze, and the bare branches cast receding shadows on the car windows.

A few sycamore seeds that hadn't yet fallen were still hanging on the branches, the dark brown little round balls swaying back and forth like a few small bells hanging on the tree.

Further north, the greenery along the roadside has turned into poplar trees.

The poplars were taller and straighter than the sycamores, their branches arranged in two neat rows, rushing past the car window.

Occasionally, one or two bird nests can be seen on the tree trunks high up; the spherical nests made of brown, withered branches are perched among the branches.

The birds have probably flown to warmer places, leaving only the empty nest perched forlornly on the treetop.

Occasionally, you'll pass by a few gray-white factory buildings. The paint on the exterior walls has peeled off in large patches due to wind and sun exposure, revealing the mottled cement underneath.

There were also patches of farmland with bare brown soil after the harvest, and several bundles of corn stalks that hadn't been taken away yet were piled up on the ridges, their withered yellow leaves rustling in the wind.

Or perhaps it's a small village, with wisps of white smoke rising straight up from the chimneys at the village entrance, emerging from the red brick chimneys.

As it rose into the air, it was blown away by the wind, turning into wisps of extremely faint grayish-white that blended into the sky.

Occasionally, one or two villagers wearing thick cotton-padded coats would stand by the roadside with their hands tucked in, waiting for a bus.

Xiao Douzi sat in the back seat, with her favorite show, Peppa Pig, playing on the tablet in front of her.

The Peppa Pig family is jumping around in a mud puddle, with four little mud pigs waving their hands and hopping around in the video, accompanied by cheerful background music.

But today she couldn't concentrate; although her eyes were fixed on the screen, her gaze was wandering.

Every few minutes, she would lean halfway out of her seat, grab the edge of the side window with both hands, and crane her neck to look.

He looked at it for a few seconds and then looked away.

"Godfather, Godfather, how much longer?"

Lin Ye sat beside her, a laptop on his lap, the screen displaying a half-page report he hadn't finished reading, the numbers in the table densely packed.

Upon hearing this, he picked up his phone, opened the map, glanced at the approximate distance and time, moved the laptop onto his lap, turned his head, and replied, "About forty minutes."