CHAPTER 295: CHAPTER 295 YE JINGZHE, HE REMEMBERED THIS NAME! 2

Mo Yinhe seemed very busy, so Si Mingjing, not wanting to disturb him, took the three children downstairs for a casual stroll.

This was Mo Yinhe’s royal palace. She wasn’t worried about causing any trouble by wandering around, especially since Xiaobai was quite familiar with the place. With Xiaobai confidently leading the way, no one dared to disrespect her. When they passed by, people would dutifully stand aside, nodding and bowing in a well-trained manner.

The three children wanted to play hide-and-seek, so Si Mingjing joined them.

It was a very childish game, but the little ones had a blast, enjoying themselves so much that they played for a whole hour without feeling tired.

After Mo Yinhe finished his work, he came looking for them. Finding that one adult and three children had been playing hide-and-seek for an hour, he didn’t know quite what expression to wear.

"It’s fun, but the children can’t play like this every day," Si Mingjing said. "Didn’t you say you were going to find a kindergarten for them in Yecheng? Children should go to school and learn."

"I’ve already found a kindergarten for them," Mo Yinhe replied. "Not in Yecheng, but in the Undersea Imperial Capital. It’s Atlantis’s best royal kindergarten, with a top-notch teaching staff. It’s better than the kindergartens in the Imperial Capital of A Country. However, the term hasn’t started yet; it begins in twenty days."

The Undersea World had a different holiday schedule from terrestrial countries; its winter break lasted two months.

Additionally, Mo Yinhe had found the most professional tutors for his two daughters’ extracurricular classes in dance, music, painting, calligraphy, and more. Girls should be proficient in the four arts—music, chess, calligraphy, and painting; these skills needed to be cultivated from a young age, he believed.

Si Mingjing nodded. It seemed she had worried unnecessarily; the children’s father was clearly more considerate and meticulous in arranging these matters than she was.

"Are you hungry?" Mo Yinhe asked her.

"Not really."

"I’ll take you for hotpot," Mo Yinhe said. He knew she liked hotpot and was enjoying it more and more.

Si Mingjing was surprised. "There’s hotpot in the Undersea World too? Oh, you mean in Yecheng?"

"The Undersea World has it as well. My mother especially loves hotpot; she’s the one who brought it from the land to the sea. Now, every city undersea has countless hotpot restaurants. But we’re not eating here. We’re going to Yecheng. The sunset by the sea is at its most beautiful right now."

Mo Yinhe had someone arrange a plane. The two of them returned from the Undersea World to Yecheng, heading to a hotpot restaurant with the best sunset view in the city, where they had booked a table by the window.

At this hour, the hotpot restaurant was packed, with many people waiting in the lounge area by the entrance.

Mo Yinhe’s family of five went straight into the hotpot restaurant, took their reserved seats, and prepared to order.

"Order whatever you want." After scanning the QR code, Mo Yinhe let Si Mingjing handle the ordering. He was still fixated on that New Year’s Eve from the previous year when she had eaten hotpot with that ’senior’ of hers—a man he scornfully considered a nobody. He’d been brooding over it ever since, desperate for a chance to take her for hotpot himself—the best hotpot in the world.

Unaware of Mo Yinhe’s petty fixation, Si Mingjing considered that the three children probably couldn’t handle spicy food, so she ordered a divided hotpot with one side being mushroom broth. Then, she ordered many other dishes. This was only her second time having hotpot, so she had little experience ordering and just randomly picked whatever looked appealing in the pictures.

However, young Ye Nianbai knew his way around a menu. "Jingjing, Little Master wants shrimp paste!"

"Okay," Si Mingjing said, adding the shrimp paste to the order. Then she asked, "Liangliang, Susu, what do you want to eat?"

Neither Sheng Liangliang nor Yun Xiaosu had ever had hotpot before and knew nothing about it. Hearing their brother mention shrimp paste, they both echoed, "Shrimp paste!"

Ye Nianbai added, "Little Master also wants brown sugar glutinous rice cakes!"

Sheng Liangliang and Yun Xiaosu mimicked him: "I want brown sugar glutinous rice cakes too!"

Ye Nianbai then declared, "Little Master wants to drink corn juice!"

Si Mingjing smiled without saying anything. She decided then and there: ordering was Xiaobai’s job. She would happily leave it to him and focus solely on eating.

The hotpot restaurant had a wonderful ambiance. Not only did it offer the most beautiful sunset views, but it also immersed them in the lively hustle and bustle of the mortal world. The air was filled with a boisterous, energetic din, and the steam rising from the tables seemed to encapsulate the vibrant pulse of life itself. Si Mingjing found herself staring blankly at a cat held by the patrons at the next table.

Mo Yinhe noticed her gaze fixed on a Ragdoll cat. Girls all like to pet cats, he mused, before asking her, "Want a cat? I’ll get you one."

Si Mingjing shook her head, a trace of nostalgia in her eyes. "I kept animals on Prison Star too," she said. "Unfortunately, when I was brought back to Earth, they wouldn’t let me bring my beloved pet on the spaceship."

Seeing the regret in her eyes, Mo Yinhe felt a strong desire to make things right for her. "Who was so audacious as to stop you from bringing it on the spaceship? What kind of pet was it?"

"An animal not found on Earth," Si Mingjing explained. "I remember the crew saying it was an invasive species and absolutely forbidden. Um... it was like a cross between a tiger and a lion from Earth. It looked very fierce, and it truly was. The staff didn’t let me bring it aboard for safety reasons, so I could only leave it in my master’s care."

A cross between a tiger and a lion? That sounds interesting. I should bring her beloved pet back to Earth for her, Mo Yinhe thought.

Ye Nianbai’s interest was piqued. Tilting his little head, he asked enthusiastically, "Jingjing, what’s your pet’s name?"

Si Mingjing’s lips curved into a sly smile, but she remained silent, as if she were enjoying some private mischief and didn’t want to reveal it. Subconsciously, however, she glanced at Mo Yinhe.

How perceptive he is! Si Mingjing thought. A man this astute... it was almost unfair!

Reading her expression, he hazarded a guess. "It wouldn’t happen to be named Demon King, would it?"

Si Mingjing’s smile widened.

"Mingjing, you’re incorrigible!" Mo Yinhe teased.

Si Mingjing laughed even more delightedly.

This was an inside joke between the two of them, leaving the three children completely baffled, unable to grasp the humor.

Ye Nianbai listened with a tilted head, his interest rekindled. "Jingjing, can we bring the Demon King back? Can Little Master ride on the Demon King? Little Master isn’t scared of tigers or lions! Little Master feeds them at the zoo! Little Master will make the Demon King his mount someday!"

The server had just brought the brown sugar glutinous rice cakes to the table. Si Mingjing quickly picked up a piece and popped it into Xiaobai’s mouth, effectively silencing him. She had to stop him, lest the *real* Demon King give him a good spanking that night.

"Jingjing, Liangliang wants one too~~"

"Susu wants one too~~~"

Mo Yinhe gave each of his daughters a piece. He didn’t have any himself, finding more pleasure in watching his wife and children eat.

As for this "Demon King" Mingjing had mentioned, Mo Yinhe thought, still a little disgruntled, if it would truly make her happy, he wouldn’t mind bringing her pet back to make up for her past regret.

At that moment, the server returned with the dishes, placing them one by one on the tiered rack beside the table. Once everything was laid out, he said, "Sir, Madam, all your dishes have been served. Please enjoy your meal. Would you like me to add the shrimp paste to the pot for you?"

"No need." Mo Yinhe dismissed the server. He wanted to personally serve his wife and children, unwilling to entrust the task to anyone else.