"Ei?" the sharp-eyed Mu Zibei: "I want to eat the chocolate inside your bag."

Bo Ziren unwrapped the chocolate and peeled off a corner for him.

Mu Zibei sucked on the chocolate, very quickly his brows wrinkled in dissatisfaction, "Gua Ziren, your chocolate is very bitter."

"Because it wasn't suitable for kids."

"Then who was it for? Who likes to eat chocolate that tastes like bitter Chinese medicine?"

Bo Ziren kept mum, choosing not tell him.

Mu Zibei stuck out his now blackish tongue as if he wanted to vomit.

Till he came in front of Doctor Cheng, Mu Zibei once again switched on to his exemplary good kid mode -- answering all and every question, also obeying every word of Doctor Cheng's.

"We're entering the winter season, at these times, asthma attacks happen more frequent, you must pay attention to keep your body warm, exercise some more, and pay extra attention to your diet. Cannot eat sour and spicy food, understand?" Doctor Cheng reminded meticulously in her gentle voice.

Mu Zibei nodded and kept on nodding, small hands propping his little round head as he watched Doctor Cheng scribbled down something on the prescription as if he knew what was being written, but reality was far from ideal, "Doctor Cheng, what medicine is this?"

"Coltsfoot flower, for suppressing cough."

"Do you have Bo Ziren?"

Doctor Cheng laughed, "You also know Bo Ziren?"

"I'm very familiar with it, my jiejie's name is Bo Ziren, ah."

"Really, your surname is Bo?" Doctor Cheng smiled and looked at Bo Ziren.

"En," Bo Ziren acknowledged it.

"Then, you are Mu Zibei's cousin sister?"

"No," Mu Zibei shook his hand, and explained in detail, "Jiejie and I have the same mother, but different fathers."

Hearing this Doctor Cheng raised an eyebrow, casually let out a 'so, it's like that'.

Because it was a Saturday afternoon, there were not many patients around, and no patient was in queue after Mu Zibei, thus Doctor Cheng spent some time chatting with him.

Mu Zibei absolutely would not miss such a great opportunity, and started to list out his good performance; mathematics test, full marks; the telescope he made in Living Skills Class was nominated the best; his writing on the blackboard journal received the number one prize; even exposing information about his 'lifestyle'.

"Last year, Papa brought me and gege to a small town and made a lot of new little friends. They are very poor, and cannot afford to buy stationeries. When I came back, I sent some books and pencils to them, and recently we also sent some winter clothes as it is getting colder."

"You are very kind." Doctor Cheng praised, "I will cheer you on, since you started something, then you must do it well."

"Of course, Papa said one must have persistence in doing charity. Since I've started it, I definitely will follow through."

"Awesome, I really admire you." Doctor Cheng patted his little shoulder, treating him like a little man.

"It's not much." Mu Zibei put out a modest front, "This is something I should do."

Sitting on the side, Bo Ziren suddenly thought of something; if Doctor Cheng had seen the scene of Mu Zibei throwing a stone at her family member, she wondered what she would have thought of him then.

While waiting for the dispensary to pick out the medicine, Bo Ziren head's was slightly bowed down, reading a book, whereas Mu Zibei was swinging his legs in boredom while looking around impatiently.

Suddenly, Mu Zibei jumped out of his seat: "Ah, there's my dage!"

By the time Bo Ziren lifted her head, Mu Zibei had already run some distance away that she quickly rushed out to follow him.

Getting closer to the parking fee machine, Bo Ziren finally saw the person Mu Zibei was running to. Within that few meters distance, his side facial contours were extremely clear underneath the light. Just like a camera panning for a close-up, every single strand of eyelash could be seen vividly.

Cheng Jingpo looked down and was greeted with the scene of Mu Zibei that had been pretending for some time, "Are you extremely cold? Hugging my leg for so long."

Refused to release his leg, Mu Zibei's little round head tilted down as if proclaiming, 'I want to treat you to a meal, if you don't agree, I won't let go.'

When Bo Ziren was approaching near, his head raised up, showing a wry helplessness in them. When he saw her coming over, there was no surprise in his eyes, like it was already within his expectation.

"If this is because of last time's incident, there is no need to treat me for a meal. Your jiejie already had apologized on your behalf." He was gazing at her as he said this.

Closely observing Bo Ziren with suspicion while his little hands did not show any signs of letting go, Mu Zibei asked, "True or not? You already treated him to a meal."

Bo Ziren's brain turned one hundred and eighty degrees in a matter of seconds, shaking her head, she confessed, "No."

"That's not sincere." Mu Zibei put his entire weight onto Cheng Jingpo's leg, no different than someone who had found their own treasure land, acting spoiled, "Papa said to me, feelings are nurtured through meals."

"First, let me settle the parking fees." Cheng Jingpo indicated it would be his turn soon.

Feeling somewhat reluctant to let go, Mu Zibei kept guard vigilantly next to him. The moment Cheng Jingpo finished his payment, the little fellow lunged towards his leg. Holding onto it tightly, the little fellow had a contented expression on his face.

In a public place, a roundish little kid, pestering a tall single man, this picture was a little too peculiar.

Seconds ticked by, gradually passing the mark of minutes, when Mu Zibei suddenly faced Cheng Jingpo with a pleading face, "I need to pee pee, if you don't promise me, then I'll have to pee here. Really, I won't lie to you."

Bo Ziren hurriedly went up to pull him away, but who knew the little one was far stronger than she had expected, she could only say to Cheng Jingpo, "He's very persistent, if you don't promise him today, then you must avoid him carefully in the future, otherwise, the same thing will happen again."

Cheng Jingpo pondered quietly, perhaps some unimaginable scene flashed across his mind that made him compromised in the end; patting Mu Zibei's shoulder gently, "Okay, what are you going to treat me with?"

"I'll bring you to a place, there are huge pots there. You can smell delicious fragrance when you enter the shop, you can eat whatever you want. They have skewers too. Unlimited supply, you can even sprinkle many different spices on them, more luxurious than the sumptuous Manchu Han full course feast. You'll even drool dreaming of it, trust me! Do you know what the most fantastic thing in this world is?"

Cheng Jingpo pretended to think it over seriously, "I'm guessing what you said to be the world's supreme is their Malatang[1], right?"

"Bingo!"

"Malatang is not allowed." Bo Ziren stated calmly, "Did you forget what the doctor said? You cannot eat spicy and sour food."

Mu Zibei's face pulled down with disappointment, "I nearly forgot, Doctor Cheng said I’m not allowed to eat spicy food, what to do?"

Cheng Jingpo smiled coolly, "If you don't mind, I can recommend a place to you."

Note:

[1] is a hot and spicy soup based originally used as hotpot soup; it has gone through quite an evolution in the past 15 years or so.