Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 194 - 193: Origami Computer

Chapter 194: Chapter 193: Origami Computer

The new task Cui Yu assigned had Mianmian very busy.

She was busy with paper folding, or rather, paper crafting.

As far back as a thousand years ago, to send off the deceased more peacefully, it was necessary to commission a Paper Craftsman. They would craft paper replicas of familiar items like carriages and clothes the dead person had worn. For a grander affair, paper representations of young male and female servants, along with various maids and manservants, would be burned at funerals to accompany the departed.

There were many particulars to heed: inanimate objects like paper money could still be used in the Underworld, but not living creatures such as cows or horses. This is because the paper representations of living beings were merely shells; they would temporarily take shape through the power of the deceased’s friends and relatives, accompany the dead to the Underworld, and assist them through trials like "Golden Chicken Mountain" and "Evil Dog Ridge". After that, they would disappear.

Otherwise, if the paper-crafted people or animals also descended to the Underworld, that place would have been overcrowded with these things long ago.

Mianmian had carefully calculated the location for the paper crafting, settling on a spot right next to Wan Jia, Liao An’s mother.

Wan Jia couldn’t reveal herself yet and could only maintain the form of a tree.

While crafting paper, Mianmian asked her family to keep their distance, only letting Liao An and the others sit under the Pomegranate tree as she worked.

She kept her family away from the task for fear it might affect their fortunes. The nieces and nephews were numerous, and not all would stay home every day—some would go out occasionally.

Mianmian was worried that, in instances she hadn’t foreseen, the nieces and nephews might accidentally attract bad luck and come to harm.

The materials for paper crafting were not bought new; they came from Mianmian’s family warehouse. Although not expensive, there were many such items in the warehouse, including various paints.

Since the object to be crafted was a computer, in front of Mianmian were the computer components prepared by her six nephews. It was precisely because of these components that Little Bun kept fretfully rubbing his bald head many times.

"People use such complicated things nowadays," Mianmian lamented.

"Yes, quite complicated," Ying Fang agreed with her.

In the era when he and Ying Miao lived, the most intricate things they had seen were gears, and the most automated—invention was the waterwheel.

Not like now—when a box of modest size allows one to observe worldly affairs without leaving home.

The two little Zombies had also seen paper crafting: back then, even paper carriages had to resemble the real deal, using bamboo strips for wheels and framework, making them look like the genuine article.

Because of this experience, the two little Zombies knew that the computer and internet cables they were making now had to match the real thing.

They worked hard, learning from Mianmian, striving to be truly helpful to her.

So did Liao An, studying with particular earnestness.

To increase the number of helpers, Mianmian crafted three adult paper figures on the spot for Phoenix Fairy, Rose, and Green to use, asking them to help as well.

Green didn’t agree to help and instead sat on the Pomegranate tree with Erlang’s legs crossed, playing around.

Since Wan Jia’s physical form had been transplanted and was still recovering vitality, she couldn’t leave her body, so Mianmian didn’t ask for Wan Jia’s help.

While Mianmian was preoccupied leading the effort, the twins, who were ordered not to approach her, were playing a soccer game with their dad, Su Chenyi, Bai Bai, Dahuang, and Xiaohuang.

The twins were taking medicine every day and wore protective charms Mianmian provided. Even when Bai Bai’s fur flew into their faces during playtime, it caused no harm.

But as they played, the two children would occasionally sneak glances at Mianmian.

Why is Great-aunt so busy?

They too wanted to play soccer with Great-aunt!

As the twins pondered this, Su Chenyi’s mobile phone suddenly rang.

For the past few days, Su Chenyi had been busy with tasks Mianmian had entrusted to him, helping the women she saved find new jobs. He regularly updated progress on his social account, and netizens were very satisfied with his efforts, showering him with praise.

Now that the learning courses were on the right track and the children were in trustworthy care, Su Chenyi finally had time to stay at home and be with his kids.

For the first time, Su Chenyi experienced the joy of playing with his sons, his face wearing a smile, his eyes as tender as water.

Hearing the phone ring, Su Chenyi said to his sons, "Wait a minute, Dad will answer a call and then come back to play."

After speaking, he walked aside and pressed the answer button.

Previously, to gain more inspiration for his paintings, Su Chenyi had left his phone number on his personal social account to receive different people’s painting commissions.

He would answer calls from strangers too, thinking they might have ideas that could spark his inspiration. If it was a telemarketing call, he would politely exchange a few words before hanging up.

Of course, when he was creating in the room, he would update his status saying he was in the middle of painting and not answer calls.

This time, Su Chenyi had assumed it was either telemarketing or a painting commission and was thinking about how to politely decline, when he heard a voice both familiar and strange on the other end: "Su Chenyi, it’s me."

Su Chenyi felt his heart skip a beat.

But he quickly calmed himself down, turned back to look at his sons not far away, and replied in his usual polite yet distant voice, "Yes, Lu Xuan, what brings you to call me?"

There was an eerie silence from the mobile phone.

Su Chenyi frowned slightly and waited quietly, only to see his sons dropping the ball and running over to him, anxiously asking, "Dad, Dad, is it Mom’s call? Did Mom call you?"

The two little guys were extremely excited.

They hadn’t seen Mommy in such a long time, they missed her so much!

Su Chenyi didn’t want to hide it from the children and nodded, "Yes, it’s Mom’s call."

Then, turning back to Lu Xuan, he said, "The kids are really excited. Shall I put you on speaker so you can talk to them?"

Lu Xuan: "Yes, that’s fine."

The speakerphone activated, and Lu Xuan called out her sons’ names: "Chaoyu, Chaoyang, it’s Mommy."

Su Chaoyu and Su Chaoyang became so excited, continuously calling out "Mommy." Afraid that the other would be louder and their own voice wouldn’t be heard by Mommy, each shout was louder than the last.

Their voices reached the ears of Mianmian, who was in the middle of making computer wires out of twine.

Mianmian looked up to see her great-nephews on the phone, a look of envy in her eyes.

She too wished she could call Mommy and Daddy, but it was impossible—her parents didn’t have mobile phones and there was simply no way to contact them.

Mianmian looked down, pressing her lips together for courage: It’s coming soon, she thought to herself. She peeked at the little bottle, noticing the water level had gone up a bit more. Just keep going, and one day it would be full!

Feeling a bit envious, Mianmian didn’t listen deliberately to what the twins were saying and continued her study with paper-folding a computer.

At that moment, the twins were just about to introduce Mianmian to their mom, mentioning that a little great-auntie who was younger than them had come to their house, when Lu Xuan cut in, "Chaoyu, Chaoyang, Mommy wants to come and see your home, is that ok?"

The twins were so focused on the joy of seeing Mommy that they set aside the task of introducing Mianmian, and both shouted in unison, "Yes, Mommy is coming home!"

The two little guys were lost in the joy of seeing Mommy, only hearing what they wanted to hear—"Mommy is coming to see you"—without realizing that Lu Xuan had purposely said "going to your home."

Those four simple words already conveyed Lu Xuan’s true intentions.

Su Chenyi wasn’t a child; of course, he understood the meaning behind Lu Xuan’s words.

He cast his gaze downward, suddenly unable to remember why he and Lu Xuan had married in the first place.

Yet, hearing Lu Xuan on the phone seeking his opinion about visiting the Su family, he still agreed, "Yes, come over, Chaoyu and Chaoyang both miss you very much."