Chapter 78: She's Your Daughter? (Third Update)

Faced with such a situation, Sun Miaomiao had no good solution for the moment. Children these days were simply too difficult to fool… No, she wasn’t trying to trick them.

But—wait, she suddenly thought of a clever idea.

“Look, little one, I know the master of this place! His name is Zhong Di. Hurry and open the door for your big sister,” Sun Miaomiao said, taking out her phone and pressing it against the gate.

Xiaoxi immediately understood. Uncle’s photo, and that kind of photo, if she remembered correctly, her father had said it was a wallpaper—he made her mother’s picture his wallpaper because he liked her.

Could this auntie… like Uncle? Just as Dad liked Mom.

“Why do you have a picture of my dad? Who are you, really? I’m going to tell my mom,” Xiaoxi pointed at Sun Miaomiao and spoke loudly.

Dad? Zhong Di has a child? Who’s the mother? Is it that Su Rou?

No wonder they’re so close. No wonder the child seemed so familiar. It all made sense now—she looked so much like Zhong Di. Ah… the young man already has a child.

Sun Miaomiao cried out inwardly, stunned for a moment, and stared dazedly at the familiar little girl.

At that moment, the voices reached Zhong Di’s ears.

Who was Xiaoxi talking to? Who had a photo of her brother-in-law? Pondering, Zhong Di walked towards the gate.

“Sun Miaomiao? You’re here, come in,” Zhong Di said as soon as he arrived, seeing Sun Miaomiao standing outside the gate.

The moment he saw her, he was struck by her beauty.

Today, Sun Miaomiao was wearing a yellow-and-white checkered short dress, her hair tied in a high ponytail that fell naturally behind her, and on her feet were high-heeled sandals adorned with pink stars.

Compared to Su Rou, Sun Miaomiao paid more attention to her daily style.

“She…” Sun Miaomiao pointed at Xiaoxi, then said with some difficulty, “She’s your daughter? I didn’t expect you already had a child!”

“Pfft!” Zhong Di nearly spat out blood. What on earth had just happened?

“Hehe, Auntie, you’re silly. He’s my uncle! Uncle, give me a hug,” Xiaoxi said, satisfied, nodding her head, then turned to Zhong Di for a hug.

Hearing Xiaoxi, Zhong Di quickly pieced together what had happened—just a little farce.

“My sister’s child,” Zhong Di explained after opening the door, then picked Xiaoxi up, gently brushing her nose. Such a mischievous little imp.

“Oh… just your sister’s child,” Sun Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief and entered the garden.

“Have a seat. Are you the only one here, or are others coming later?” Zhong Di asked, noticing she was alone—it seemed likely others would join; who would come out for a meal all by themselves?

“It’s just me. Don’t hold back, serve whatever dishes you’ve got,” Sun Miaomiao replied cheerfully, having moved past the earlier confusion.

“There are quite a few dishes, but I doubt you can finish them all.”

“If I can’t, I’ll pack them up. Is that a problem?” Sun Miaomiao had always found the farm’s produce—meat or veggies—delicious. It was always worth buying.

“All right, then. We’ll cook as you wish, and you eat as you please,” Zhong Di said, pouring her a cup of tea first, then signaling Shao Hong to begin.

After drinking some tea, Sun Miaomiao began to wander around. Compared to her previous visit, this time the garden was much more interesting, with many beautiful new spots.

Scenery springs from nature itself, and relaxing the mind made it easy to notice the beauty in the details all around.

“Brother, look at this butterfly—it’s so pretty! Take a picture for me!” Sun Miaomiao exclaimed, pointing at a butterfly.

Finally, she had a chance to be alone with him—how could she not be happy? She’d have to come more often in the future.

“Strictly speaking, that’s a cabbage butterfly. True butterflies are called swallowtails, usually found in tropical forests.”

The butterflies commonly seen are actually cabbage butterflies. True butterflies have those swallowtail tips, are called swallowtails, and their colors are vivid—and, of course, they’re poisonous.

There’s also the fritillary. These three types can all be called butterflies, but the swallowtail is the real butterfly in a strict sense. It’s fine to call cabbage butterflies butterflies, but it’s better to distinguish them.

“Well… it’s beautiful anyway!” His words were a bit of a mood killer, but still kind of cute.

“They only look pretty. In fact, they’re pests—especially the larvae. Cabbage butterflies belong to the order Lepidoptera; the larvae mainly feed on plant leaves.”

As Sun Miaomiao spoke, Zhong Di’s occupational habit kicked in.

Just as he said, cabbage butterflies are indeed pests, and their impact is significant. Where there are many, herbaceous plants often end up riddled with holes—all thanks to the larvae’s chewing mouthparts.

Sun Miaomiao: …

She didn’t want to talk to him anymore. Annoying! Was that what she meant? Did she want to discuss whether it was a pest? She wouldn’t speak to him for three days… No, three minutes would do.

“Let’s take a picture together!” Sun Miaomiao said, then walked over to him, phone in hand, opening the camera app.

Hmm… irresistible.

“No, I don’t photograph well, and look at what I’m wearing—never mind, never mind,” Zhong Di said, quickly retreating to the side, Xiaoxi in his arms.

“Uncle, this auntie likes you!” Xiaoxi whispered in Zhong Di’s ear, looking at Sun Miaomiao.

Zhong Di’s face flushed, and he gently tapped Xiaoxi on the head, mumbling, “Children don’t understand—don’t talk nonsense.”

“Come on, it’s fine, really.”

In the end, he couldn’t resist Sun Miaomiao and posed for a few photos, though his expressions were rather stiff.

After the photos, Sun Miaomiao found a spot, crouched down, and entered a frenzy of photo editing. After quite some time, she was finally satisfied, opened up her social media…

How could she let Su Rou see this “by accident”? There it was—the perfect idea.

“Zhong Di, you can call the guests to eat now,” Shao Hong’s rough voice carried to Zhong Di, who breathed a sigh of relief. At last, it was mealtime—any more of this and he’d collapse from exhaustion.

With more tourists in the future, he’d have to hire a couple of hosts. This couldn’t go on—just entertaining people was draining.

One moment here, another there—not a moment’s peace.

“Come on, let’s go. Your meal is ready,” Zhong Di called to Sun Miaomiao as he headed toward the house.

“Okay.” Sun Miaomiao looked at her edited photo-video, nodded in satisfaction, clicked to post, and finished.

Zhong Di walked quickly; after all that fuss, all he wanted now was to sit and rest. Just then, two cars pulled up outside the garden.

Six people got out, three men and three women. Curiously, each man held a child wrapped in a thin blanket.

These must be the “strangers” his sister had mentioned—he’d never seen them before.