Raising You This Small Stuff

Chapter 16.1 Pinching Du Du’s face isn’t allowed!

Mo Yi Cheng’s hand shook in shock, almost unable to hold on to his phone.

Yuan Suo wasn’t that surprised. He bent down, picked up the bouquet and sniffed it, “It smells good, is this for me?”

Mo Yi Cheng returned to his senses, “Yes… it’s for you.”

Yuan Suo hugged the bouquet happily, “What kind of flowers are these? I haven’t seen them before.”

Mo Yi Cheng hadn’t look at them closely before, but after looking at it, he answered, “Champagne roses.”

“Champagne roses.” Yuan Suo loved them. Mo Yi Cheng had given him a gift and he wanted to give something back, but after turning around, he found that the whole house, except himself had been bought by Mo Yi Cheng. After thinking about it, he put the flowers on the coffee table, ran to his bedroom, opened the bottom drawer of his small desk, took out two sheets, thought about it, then took out a few more, hesitated for a moment, put the two he had just taken out back, then he ran out holding a few sheets his arms.

After Mo Yi Cheng saw his tangled little expression, he faintly guessed what he was cherishing so much.

“This… is for Mo Yi Cheng.” Yuan Suo put the sheets somewhat clumsily on the transmission bar on the system wall, let go, saw the sheets float in the air and then two option buttons appeared at the same time: transmit or return.

Yuan Suo rubbed his hands nervously and clicked on the transmit.

A little light came out from the phone screen, dazzling Mo Yi Cheng a little, making him subconsciously cover his eyes. When he opened them again, there were already a few sheets of paper on the table beside him, scattered and uneven. Some of them were the professional drawing papers he had purchased recently and some were wrapping papers that Yuan Suo had collected earlier on, a total of five sheets.

He picked them up and turned them over. Every drawing on the sheets was of him. From their first meeting, to when he even wore the costumes, presumably drawn from the stills, not including the drawing of Mo Yi Cheng wearing house attire that he had already collected on Weibo, probably because he was afraid that he would recognize it so he didn’t take it out.

As he flipped through them one by one, Yuan Suo’s small fists clenched tighter and tighter.

“I… I don’t draw well, but there will be art class in a few days, I’ll study hard.” Yuan Suo was a little nervous.

Mo Yi Cheng clutched the portrait, his eyes heavy, but his expression was soft as he said “You drew them very well, I like them very much.”

Yuan Suo finally relaxed, smiling softly.

He took a few pictures of Yuan Suo’s drawings, stored them on his cell phone, then put the original pictures in the safe in the study.

At 10:30 p.m. that evening, a post from Mo Yi Cheng caused another big stir on Weibo.

Mo Yi Cheng’s post: Very good drawing, thank you. (A smiley face was included. )

The picture below was a drawing by Yuan Suo.

“Ah ah ah ah ah front view!”

“The drawing is beautiful, but you are more beautiful!”

“So envious, flop ~ ~ crying ~”

“Was the second one drawn on the wrapper of XX French fries?”

“How come this painting style look so familiar?”

The fans – Holmes – sisters worked late into the night work and after careful non-professional reasoning investigation, finally dug out the previous pictures Yuan Suo had posted on Weibo. Moreover an art college teacher came forward to guarantee that, after her professional screening and appraisal, these drawings were definitely done by the same person!

Yuan Suo’s followers on Weibo quickly rose from four digits to five digits. Some even began to speculate that the blogger was acquainted with Mo Yi Cheng, otherwise how could Mo Yi Cheng get a handful of the drawings? And it was clear that his drawing skills were average, but Mo Yi Cheng liked them a lot.

The detectives worked all night before going to sleep in the early hours of the morning with dark circles under their eyes…

Chapter 16.2 Pinching Du Du’s face isn’t allowed!

The next day, Yuan Suo woke up as usual, but was shocked when he clicked into Weibo. How come there were so many private messages, @’s and fans?

He followed the trace of @’s. It turns out that Mo Yi Cheng had posted his drawings to Weibo. Although he was frightened by the enthusiasm of the netizens, Mo Yi Cheng’s public affirmation of him made Yuan Suo extremely satisfied and happy. And this heartfelt joy, directly transformed into the “intimacy value” with the player.

When Mo Yi Cheng’s sleepy eyes saw the system notification of the “elf favorability degree +20”, he was in a good mood. He rolled over and squinted at the little chubby thing who was also in a very good mood as he dealt with his Weibo busily.

This time, he directly asked Chen Jiao to bring two servings of breakfast over, and then sent one of them into the game using the [transmit] function.

“Taste it, I especially asked Chen Jiao to go to the east district to buy crab buns and some soy milk to drink.” Mo Yi Cheng had always suspected that the food he made wasn’t good, so with the transmission function in place, he couldn’t wait to send in real food.

Yuan Suo put his small apron on, sat at the table and bit into a crab bun seriously.

Mo Yi Cheng looked on expectantly.

“En, it’s delicious.” Yuan Suo sighed.

Mo Yi Cheng was satisfied, “Eat some more if it’s delicious.”

“Mmm, it’s super delicious, almost on par with the small meat buns Mo Yi Cheng makes!” Yuan Suo licked the oil at the corners of his mouth, sighing from the bottom of his heart.

Although he didn’t know if the little guy was affected by the ‘love me, love my dog’ state, Mo Yi Cheng was still very satisfied with his subconscious sigh, the idea of taking advantage of when Yuan Suo wasn’t at home to cook some meals and bring them out to taste sprouting.

The two finished breakfast across the screen, and Yuan Suo’s school bus arrived on time. Mo Yi Cheng helped him put the new small school bag on his back, then instructed him, “If you encounter bad things, know how to find help. Seek help from your classmates and teachers, and you must also let me know, understand?” Although he wanted to add “use your small fists to punch him”, looking at his small fists that looked like white buns, it was better to forget it…

Yuan Suo nodded, “I understand, but everyone was very nice to me, saying I was the cutest junior elf in years. At the end of class everyone was competing to pinch my the face, but gently, it didn’t hurt at all.” Saying this, he pinched his own fair and elastic face.

Mo Yi Cheng’s face darkened slightly. From worrying about Yuan Suo being bullied, to worrying about him being taken advantage of…

“… Pinching your face isn’t allowed either.”

“… Oh, then… then I won’t let them pinch it.”

There were even a lot of people pinching him?

“En, go quickly, don’t be late.” Mo Yi Cheng advised.

It was only then Yuan Suo remembered that the school bus had been waiting for him for three minutes already. He waved goodbye to Mo Yi Cheng, opened the door and ran towards the school bus.

Mo Yi Cheng’s gaze kept on looking until his back was out of sight.

This time Long bow was already waiting at the door for Yuan Suo, so seeing him running over with his short legs, he directly reached out his hands and pulled him onto the bus.

The door closed automatically, then whizzed away.

The people in the bus were still in the same position as they were yesterday, but Su Yi had no class today so her place empty. The gloomy boy was still in the corner far back, looking out the window without speaking. When he saw Yuan Suo, his face became even more gloomy.