Ou Mucen, seeing that he had agreed, also breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up his phone and replied, telling Secretary Gao to make the arrangements, and then asked the waiter to come over for the check.
"Uncle, there’s still so much left. Can we pack it up and take it home?"
Ou Mucen’s response was crisp and decisive!
Packing up the leftovers?
When had he, the Crown Prince of the Ou Corporation, ever done such a thing?
But Little Baozi, seeing that he was unwilling, became insistent and refused to leave: "But it’s such a waste, Uncle. You didn’t eat any of it. I’ll pack it up, and if you get hungry later, you can eat it on the road. Look, you haven’t eaten anything."
Ye Xiaobao tried hard to persuade this spendthrift uncle who didn’t take wasting food seriously.
Really, why are rich people ? They have no concept of thrift and frugality at all. These pizzas—Ye Dabao would not let him eat them often for fear of him getting a sore throat. If he could pack them and take them home, wouldn’t he be able to have a good meal again at night?
Ye Xiaobao was determined not to leave without packing up the pizzas.
Ou Mucen’s forehead throbbed with visible veins. In the end, he reluctantly agreed to his nephew’s wishes.
"Sir, actually, it’s a very good habit for your child to do this. It’s better not to waste things."
Ou Mucen felt like exploding!
After finally packing everything up, the two of them, one big and one small, left the restaurant just as Secretary Gao’s call came through, informing him that the European agent was already waiting at Bishui Pavilion in Qianshui Bay.
Why go to Qianshui Bay?
Upon hearing that it was the place next to his own home, Ou Mucen was displeased: "Who made this arrangement? Why choose that place?"
Secretary Gao hastily explained: "It was the guest who made the reservation himself. He said he just arrived in A City and booked the hotel online. It was this place—I couldn’t help it."
Ou Mucen frowned and eventually said nothing more.
Leading the child to the car, he fastened his seatbelt securely: "When we get to the hotel, don’t wander around. Uncle will be finished in a moment."
"Okay, Uncle, don’t worry, Xiaobao will be very good!" Ye Xiaobao smiled sweetly at him.
Of course, he would be good; he didn’t want to stay in that boring hospital ward. Now that he had this uncle, he would be obedient, no matter what he was asked to do.
Ye Xiaobao happily leaned against the backseat of the car.
But as the scenery outside gradually left the city center further and further behind, he suddenly began to think of his mother and worry.
"Uncle, can I call my mom?"
Ou Mucen was steering the wheel and glanced in the rearview mirror upon hearing the request: "Do you want her to come pick you up?"
Ye Xiaobao shook his head: "No, my mom forgot her phone. But it’s been so long, and she hasn’t called me. I’m a little worried about her."
Such a little child, how could he be worried about her?
Ou Mucen wanted to say this, but as he straightened the car and looked into the rearview mirror again, seeing that child’s face, still childish but full of a concern inappropriate for his age, he frowned and pulled out his own phone: "Hmm, tell me the number."
Ye Xiaobao’s eyes lit up instantly as he quickly rattled off Uncle Lin’s number, his gaze fixed on the phone in his uncle’s hand.
As the call went through and was swiftly answered on the other end, Ou Mucen passed the phone to him...
"Hello, who is this?"
"Uncle Lin, it’s Xiaobao. Where are you all now? When will you come back?"
Lin Yebai, still in that factory, was surprised to hear the voice and took a moment to check the phone again.