House Dad's Literary Life

Chapter 205 – Only Regretting That The Golden Cudgel Is Not The Qinglong Yanyue Blade

Yang Yi didn’t just prepare pudding and barbecue for the children, he also meticulously made pastries such as pea puree cake, pumpkin cake, mango mille-feuille, and egg tarts with added blueberries and cranberries. There were also sweet treats such as mango sago and double skin milk custard.

It could be said that they were both beautiful and delicious, and not only the children but also the adults were drooling over them.

However, children’s appetite was small after all. Even the chubby little girl, Lan Xin, was full after eating a few pieces of barbecue and drinking some sago pudding.

Just as Yang Yi was introducing cooking tips to some mothers, Xixi, along with the full and well-fed little ones, noisily ran upstairs to play. She said she wanted to show them her toys.

Lan Xin didn’t wipe her greasy mouth and giggled as she followed along. Lan Xin’s mother quickly called Ding Xiang, who was going to be the little nanny for the day, to ask her to help her daughter wash her hands and wipe her face.

The children have their own fun, and the adults have their own topics. Except for some worried mothers who went upstairs to check on their children, the other adults chatted downstairs.

Just as Yang Yi was mingling among the crowd, real estate tycoon Lan Zhoukai was eating grilled chicken leg in a rather ungraceful manner, while looking around Yang Yi’s shop with great interest.

“Brother Yang, is this coffee shop your current industry? This location isn’t very good!” Lan Zhoukai suddenly stopped Yang Yi, who was passing by, and smiled, “I don’t mean anything else. Your shop is very tastefully decorated, but from a businessman’s perspective, opening a shop at Jiangcheng Media University isn’t the best choice.”

“What advice does Big Brother Lan have?” Yang Yi asked.

“If you want to open a coffee shop, especially if you want to create a brand with your personal style, you need to consider the issue of your customer base. Currently, there are two problems with the customer base of the coffee shop. First, the foot traffic at this back door is low, which greatly limits your sales from the very beginning.”

“Secondly!” Lan Zhoukai finally looked like a businessman and said methodically, “Students’ purchasing power is much lower after all. Unless you sell cheap coffee and win by quantity, but you are selling handmade coffee now, and the price cannot be set too low. So, you should consider white-collar workers with higher incomes and quality of life requirements.”

Lan Zhoukai has a good impression of Yang Yi. He not only gave him advice on business, but also promised Yang Yi that if he wanted, he could provide him with a storefront in the Binhai commercial area at cost price anytime.

However, Yang Yi politely declined. He briefly revealed his main business of writing s and said with a smile, “Opening a coffee shop is just my personal hobby. Opening it here at the university allows me to enjoy the tranquility and artistic atmosphere of Jiangcheng, not to make money.”

Lan Zhoukai wasn’t very interested in literature and didn’t ask any further, but he still expressed his admiration for Yang Yi’s simple heart and asked for a cup of coffee from him.

“Not bad, not bad! Your skills are much better than my secretary’s. I think I should have him come over and learn from you.” Lan Zhoukai tasted the Blue Mountain coffee specially brewed by Yang Yi for him and laughed heartily.

At this moment, the children ran down in a swarm again. Xixi, with an excited face, bounced up to her father and pulled his hand, eagerly saying, “Papa, Papa, can you show us the Golden Cudgel like Sun Wukong does with his staff, please?”

The little girl also puckered her lips and imitated the sound of the stick with a “wuwu” sound, swinging her hand as if holding a stick, gesturing to her father.

Yang Yi was too overwhelmed to resist and could only make a gesture of apology to Lan Zhoukai.

“Go ahead, go ahead. You don’t have to entertain us. Just serve these little ancestors well!” Lan Zhoukai laughed heartily.

The shop was too crowded, so Yang Yi, surrounded by the children, went to the open lawn area outside the shop, holding a “Golden Cudgel” in his hand.

That’s right!

It was no longer the poor broomstick he used before. Since Yang Yi performed it once, Xixi has been particularly fond of it. Sometimes at night when listening to the story of Journey to the West, she eagerly asks Yang Yi to perform it again.

So, Yang Yi had someone specially customize such a “Golden Cudgel”, which was created according to his figure, corresponding proportions, and his own design. It had flowing cloud patterns on it, and was also colored, making it particularly beautiful!

“I want to play too.” Chen Shiyun, who had a bit of a violent tendency, enviously said.

“This is especially heavy. You can’t lift it!” Xixi waved her hand and explained to her, “My Papa doesn’t even let me move it, saying it would hurt if it hit my foot.”

The children crowded together, giggling as they watched Yang Yi. Yang Yi didn’t have stage fright either and posed as if he was going on stage to perform, first holding the stick and then bowing with a fist to the young audience.

“Hehe, it’s so much fun!” The children laughed happily, everything was so new and exciting for them!

Yang Yi took his stance and began his performance without any prelude. He immediately caught the attention of the children by performing the coolest stick-spinning tricks.

“Wow!” When Yang Yi spun the stick with both hands, the spinning stick shadows resembling windmills made Lan Xin and the others exclaim in amazement. They had never seen such cool tricks before.

And when Yang Yi began to spin the stick with one hand and twist his body, completing the rotation with his right hand before passing it on to his left hand, the whistling wind and powerful momentum directly dazzled the little ones.

Chen Shiyun screamed the loudest, and she was most excited of them all. She wished she could take the stage and do such cool moves instead of Xixi’s father!

If she did, she would definitely become the most popular kid at the Chuntian Kindergarten!

However, as Yang Yi was dancing with the stick, the smile on his face started to fade.

He saw the only two boys among the group of kids, Nan Zhaoyu and another little boy. They were standing in a bad spot, right next to Xixi, one on the left and one on the back!

What made Yang Yi’s eyes really burn was that Xixi was holding the hands of both Yang Luoqi and Nan Zhaoyu at the same time!

How old is he? Does he still need someone to hold his hand? Isn’t it childish?!

Alert! Level One Alert! Red Alert!

At this moment, Yang Yi only regretted that the golden cudgel in his hand was not the Qinglong Yanyue Blade…

“Ahem!” Yang Yi stopped and pretended nothing had happened. He walked over to the children and directed them, “Uncle is going to perform a big show later. Please stand back a bit and leave a path in the middle. Yes, Zhaoyu and that little boy, you stand over here. Xixi, you and Qiqi stand over there…”

In order to keep Xixi away from the source of danger, Yang Yi also asked his loyal fan, Chen Shiyun, to hold Xixi’s free hand.

This looked much better!

Yang Yi calmly began his performance again, sometimes with a “Black Dragon around the Pole” and sometimes with a “Thunder Strike from Heaven”, holding the golden cudgel and smashing it on the ground.

The children watched with great interest, but they didn’t notice the tricks Yang Yi had just played.

Of course, Yang Yi took advantage of the path that had just been cleared. He performed a “Tiger Jump and Pounce”, did a small somersault on the grass, then grabbed the awning and did the classic looking-back-at-the-moon pose.

The posture was quite impressive, even the parents who gathered around the shop entrance applauded.

“Youth is really something!” Nan Yiyun, who was already 50 years old, sighed.

“I just think he’s jumping around like a monkey, it’s nothing serious!” One parent couldn’t help but mutter.

Yang Guo, who was standing next on the side, retorted, “How can you say it’s nothing serious? This is monkey play, an art form that was gradually developed by the monkey performers that originated in the Han dynasty and has been passed down through history.”

There were similar things in this world too! Author’s note: (Don’t take it too seriously)

Lan Zhoukai also chuckled and said, “Regardless of whether it’s an art form or not, I envy Yang Yi for having such good skills. Look, he is so popular among the children! This is an achievement that we parents dream of achieving, right?”