Amy: This extra is like a Christmas special. It’s a crossover in which characters from the author’s other works appear, so we have a few new names. We won’t be seeing them again.
“When is this pandemic going to end?”
Zhong Chai grumbled vaguely, his mouth full of sweet and sour pork ribs.
“Yeah.” Xiao Cha agreed as he added more rice to his bowl, “There’s no way to go out to have fun.”
“Dad, add extra rice for me too!” Baby Cha said as he held his rice bowl towards Xiao Cha.
“So good today?” Xiao Cha stroked his son’s hair.
“So, when are you going to take me out to play?” Baby Cha looked at them with anticipation.
Xiao Cha and Zhong Chai exchanged glances. Zhong Chai made the final decision: “New Year’s Day; let’s go on a road trip in the province.”
…
“Dad, Dudu said masks grow from Christmas trees.” Baby Cha ripped open the package containing his children’s mask, which had a small green dinosaur print on it. “I told him that it was definitely not the case! Masks obviously grow from plastic bags.”
Zhong Chai wore a sympathetic expression, “Our son has been smart since he was a child.”
“Isn’t Dudu’s uncle Santa Claus?” Xiao Cha put a hat on the child, “When you see him later, ask if it’s true.”
The families of Qi Yan and Zhong Chai agreed to meet at the service station to go skiing in the adjacent city.
Jiang Juan went to the New Year’s Eve celebration and did not show up, so Dudu was accompanied by his daddy and uncle. Uncle Wen Jinyan was dressed in a jacket made of silver reflecting material, which both of the boys adored.
Zhong Cha insisted on riding in the same car as Dudu and his family. Zhong Chai was overjoyed, but he sent his son to Qi Yan’s car with a feigned expression of reluctance to part with his son.
Wen Jinyan looked after the kids in the back seat as Qi Yan drove.
“Uncle, Dudu says masks grow from Christmas trees. Is it true?” Zhong Cha inquired, tugging on Wen Jinyan’s arm.
“Bluffer” Wen Jinyan quickly scanned his phone photo album and showed Baby Cha a photo of masks hanging from a Christmas tree, saying, “See, candy canes also grow from Christmas trees—”
“Wow! So cool!!” Zhong Cha’s eyes shone, “Is Santa Claus real too?”
Dudu stated proudly, “Of course! My uncle is Santa Claus~”
“But isn’t uncle an actor?” Zhong Cha asked suspiciously.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
“That’s just my side job.” Wen Jinyan started looking for images of his Santa Claus cosplay and inadvertently clicked on a mirror selfie with his lover, which was instantly spotted by the sharp-eyed child.
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Wen Jinyan raised his hands in surrender: “My bad, brother. I won’t do it anymore.”
Both cars arrived at the mountain’s base half an hour later.
It was the two kids’ first time riding the cable car, and they were so thrilled that they kept exclaiming in wonder along the way.
There were layers of snow piled up on the mountain, which was a rare sight for children in the country’s south.
“Come on, I’ll take a picture of you two.”
Wen Jinyan took pictures of Dudu and Baby Cha. Click! The two chubby children grinned broadly at the camera.
After arriving at the ski resort, the adults took the kids sledding. Wen Jinyan was finally free of the two children, and he immediately put on goggles and went snowboarding alone.
“Your uncle is so cool!” As he watched Wen Jinyan slide down the snowy path, Zhong Cha exclaimed excitedly.
“Of course, my uncle is a big celebrity!” Dudu yelled at the snowy path, “Uncle is the best——!”
Zhong Cha, not to be outdone, screamed as well: “Uncle is the best——!!!”
Dudu was speechless: “That’s my uncle!”
Zhong Chai: “Look at your son, his heart and soul have been hooked away by Wen Jinyan.”
“Xiao Wen is appealing to kids,” Xiao Cha responded with a smile.
Wen Jinyan came to a smooth halt at the bottom of the slope after hearing the children’s milky voices in the whistling wind and waved at the people above.
“Stupid showoff.” Qi Yan smiled helplessly, then crouched to put on goggles for Dudu, “Does Dudu want to go skiing?”
Dudu gave a nod. Baby Cha next to him nodded harder than him.
The adults rented skateboards for the two children. Zhong Chai and Xiao Cha could finally be alone together after leaving their kid to the instructor.
Wen Jinyan sat on the “magic carpet” and returned to the top of the slope, where he noticed his brother taking Zhong Chai and Xiao Cha’s couple shots. He received 10,000 critical hits right away.
“Why did I come out to play with you!” Wen Jinyan felt his life was meaningless.
“Because your little boyfriend doesn’t want to spend New Year’s Day with you,” Qi Yan mocked as he started a snowball fight.
“Haha, look who’s talking. I don’t see your husband here.” Wen Jinyan delighted in inflicting mutual harm on his brother.
Qi Yan gave him a cold look, “I can see my husband on TV at night, can you?”
Young Master Wen’s smile had frozen. His boyfriend was still on the set, and he couldn’t even video call him at night.
Forget seeing him; perhaps he couldn’t even hear his voice.
“Has Xiao Song been particularly busy recently?” Xiao Cha wrapped a scarf around Zhong Chai while expressing his sympathy for Wen Jinyan.
“He’s filming,” Wen Jinyan remarked dejectedly, “I haven’t seen him in half a month.”
Zhong Chai laughed, “You poor thing, unlike me, who can see my man every day.”
Wen Jinyan: …
Everyone had a good time and didn’t leave the mountain till the evening. The two children were exhausted from their boisterous activities, and their parents carried them back to their respective cars to sleep.
As Dudu awoke, he saw that he had already returned home. Auntie Wang had prepared a tablefull of dishes, and his grandma was also present.
“When will Dad return?” Dudu asked.
“He’s on TV.” Wen Jinyan pointed to the living room’s projection screen.
“He’ll be back soon. We’ll pick him up tonight,” Qi Yan said, tying the bib for the child.
Dudu was initially disappointed, but his eyes brightened up when he heard this, “Then I’ll take my little duck with me!”
“What little duck?” Qi Yan asked, wary.
Dudu felt his pocket and discovered that the snow duck he’d made had vanished. He began to cry loudly.
… … …
“I have a gift for you, Daddy.” With a enigmatic expression on his face, Baby Cha dashed to the master bedroom after changing into his pajamas.
“What?” Zhong Chai sat on the edge of the bed, wearing the same Psyduck pajamas as his son, and looked at him.
Baby Cha carefully withdrew a handful of air from his pocket and placed it in Zhong Chai’s hand. “I made a small dinosaur today, and it became invisible on the way back. Take care not to crush it!”
Zhong Chai nodded and took the air, his face solemn, “Thank you, baby. What about your dad?”
“I made a cake made of snow for Dad!” Baby Cha grinned, “Dudu tried it secretly and said it was bad, so I threw the cake away… Dad, I will make something delicious for you next time.”
“Alright,” Xiao Cha said, his smile softening his expression.
He said to himself: Silly son. Thankfully, you didn’t bring it back, or both pockets would have been drenched.
… … …
Wen Jinyan received a call from Song Lin during the New Year’s Eve countdown.
“Happy New Year, Yanyan.” Song Lin’s clear voice came through the receiver.
“Happy New Year, wife.” Wen Jinyan felt very aggrieved, “I miss you so much.”
“How much?”
“I miss you terribly. I really want to go to the crew right away and abduct you.”
“Don’t bother to honor me with your presence.” Song Lin’s voice held laughter, “Come and open the door.”
Wen Jinyan was so excited that he almost dropped the phone.
On opening the door, he found Song Lin standing at the door in immaculate white cotton garments, half of his face wrapped in a scarf, displaying only a pair of incredibly lovely eyes. His face was filled with joy as he said, “Happy New Year! I miss you too.”
… … …
Midnight.
Baby Cha rode on Xiao Cha’s neck and stood next to Zhong Chai to watch the fireworks.
“Will this affect the kiss between you two?” Baby Cha’s large eyes blinked.
“You don’t have to be so sensible, baby,” Zhong Chai laughed.
Baby Cha humphed, “As expected of me!”
Xiao Cha: “Pfft! You two are indeed made from the same mold.”
“I gave birth to him, so it’s only natural.” Zhong Chai was full of pride.
What to wish for this year?
Xiao Cha shut his eyes.
Peace, joy, and smooth sailing to me and my loved ones.
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