The Blessed

"Daddy, both Wu and I have our pet names. What about Xiaoling?"

After the full month banquet, it was time to plan for the departure. But since it was too hot and the sorghum wine still needed to be cellared for a few more days, Ling Jingxuan had to temporarily delay their plan, every day he'™d go check the wineries. As for the baby, never been his turn to have a chance to take care of him. During the day, Lady Wang, her younger sister and the nanny would take care of him, and at night, the few little buns would take care of him. In order to take care of him, Tiewa had even moved here recently. Han Fei even said that he even See? After finishing their homework, the three little buns immediately gathered in the central room with Chubby. As always, Chubby enjoyed his fresh bamboo shoots there, while the little buns circled around the tiny bun.

"Pet name? How about Sleepy? You know, he is sleeping all day. People who don'™t know may think he is a rag doll.'

Ling Jingxuan who was also sitting in the central room drinking plum syrup cast a glance at his little son in his arms. This kid was excessively well-behaved. No, to be more exact, he was too lazy. He only made some sound when he was hungry or when he peed. When he was sleeping, as long as no one touched him, he could sleep a whole day with one posture and wouldn'™t move a bit. So, Sleepy or Lazy was undoubtedly most suitable to him.

"Hate you daddy! You can'™t bully Xiaoling. Sleepy is awful!"

The big bun frowned, ruthlessly threw a hard stare at their '˜big bully'™ daddy. Their little brother was their treasure! No one should bully him!

"How about Lazy then?"

"Daddy (step daddy)!"

Ling Jingxuan kept teasing them as it really amused him, but the little buns instantly dissed back. Ling Jingxuan couldn'™t help laughing, 'œAll right, all right, I will shut my mouth. So, what do you think we should call him?'

Leaning against Yan Shengrui, Ling Jingxuan looked at them with a smile, while the few little buns really started to think carefully. Sometimes, they'™d crowded together to discuss. Yan Shengrui who had extraordinary hearing secretly told Ling Jingxuan what they were talking about, it made Ling Jingxuan laugh so hard that he even had cramps of his belly. The quiet and peaceful days were filled with joys.

"Daddy, we've figured it out."

After quite a while, handling their little brother to Ling Wu, Ling Wen came before Ling Jingxuan with his hands held behind, looked up at him and said with a solemn tone, 'œDaddy, don'™t you always call us big bun and small bun. You also used to say that buns smell good and cute and delicious, so, we think we should also give our little brother a cute food'™s name. So we'™ll call him Dumpling.'

"Pff...haha..."

Hearing that, Ling Jingxuan directly laughed out. Little Dumpling? Little Buns? How about they open a breakfast stall?

"Daddy, don't laugh!'

Seeing their daddy laughing so exaggeratedly, the big bun couldn'™t help reddening his face. What'™s wrong with little Dumpling? So much better than Sleepy or Lazy, all right? Daddy really had no taste!

"Ahem'¦all right, all right, I won'™t laugh. Are you sure you'™ll call him Dumpling? What if Xiaoling really looks like a dumpling in the future?"

Seeing that his big son seemed really angry, Ling Jingxuan could only clear his throat to press down his laughing, then looked thoughtfully at his little son in the small bun'™s arms. With the way he slept, let alone dumpling, he'™d sleep into a meat stuffed bun!

Hearing that, the big sun turned to look at his little brother, then turned to look back at his daddy and nodded firmly, "Daddy, didn't you say that kids need to look chubby? Then we will call him Dumpling."

"OK, from then on, our Xiaoling's pet name is little Dumpling."

Ling Jingxuan got up, picked up the '˜freshly-made'™ Dumpling, lowered his head and kissed on his little face, "Little Dumpling! This is the pet name your elder brothers gave you! Don'™t let them down. You got to grow into a meat dumpling healthily!'

"Hate you, daddy, it's not meat dumpling, but Dumpling! Dumpling!"

Hearing that their daddy was bullying their little brother again, Ling Wen immediately protested, while Ling Wu pouted with his head tilted, 'œMeat dumpling is not bad. It'™s delicious!'

"Haha..."

Hearing him, Ling Wen'™s face nearly dropped to the ground. Ling Jingxuan laughed out again. The sleeping little Dumpling seemed to be woken up by their quarrel, he opened his eyes to look at daddy, and then gently closed them again and kept sleeping.

"Big brother, what are you laughing for?"

Ye Ruyun who came back from outside, looked at them curiously, then walked over and picked up a cup of tea on the table and drank it off. Ling Jingpeng behind her already gave up expecting her to act like a lady, instead, he quietly felt out the handkerchief and handed it over. Meanwhile, Ling Jinghan and Yuan Shaoqi who came out from the study also gave them a smile as saying hi. Now Yuan Shaoqi had totally grabbed the job from Song Shuisheng'™s hands. Except being in charge of all the properties of the whole family, he also catered to Ling Jinghan'™s basic necessities of life. Seeing Ling Jinghan had no objections, Ling Jingxuan directly asked Shuisheng to serve Ling Jingpeng and let him learn how to run business from him.

"Nothing, it'™s just..."

Ling Jingxuan then briefed them the whole thing, which again amused everyone there. This time, Ling Wen already had no mood to protest, but directly carried their little brother to look for the nanny. No one was clearer than him about their little brother'™s meal time. When they left, they still didn'™t forget to bring Chubby who was still sitting on the ground enjoying his bamboo shoots away. What a bunch of little cuties!

"Big brother, I have already sent the first batch of sorghum wine to the Restaurant. Shopkeeper Zhang said the customers responded very well. The chief shopkeeper in the prefecture had ordered 10,000 jars.

As the kids were all gone, they also lost the targets to make fun of. So they could only talk about things about business. Now was already end of August. The first batch of sorghum wine could be taken out. Not long ago, Ling Jingpeng had just sent a carriage of it for Xinyuan, never expected they'™d give a reply so soon.