Chapter 42: We Will Definitely Earn More Silver

Looking at Lin Chuyi's little group of admirers, Mo Yu helplessly massaged his forehead. "Please enlighten this maiden."

Lin Chuyi excitedly lowered her head and planted a fierce kiss on Lin Wuyue's little cheek. Seeing everyone staring at her, she quickly straightened up and sat properly.

"My name is Lin Chuyi, because I was born on the first day of the first lunar month." Saying this, Lin Chuyi patted the little fellow's head. "And this is Lin Wuyue, because she was born in May."

This time, before Lin Chuyi could introduce the next one, Lin Qiyue chimed in eagerly, "I was born in July, so my name is Lin Qiyue!"

A wave of astonishment washed over Mo Yu. He had previously assumed these names held some profound or special meaning, but it was now abundantly clear that was far from the case.

Needless to say, Lin Jiuyue was undoubtedly born in September, and Lin Siyue was certainly born in April.

As for Lin Chuijiu, she was likely born on the ninth day of the first lunar month, much like Chuyi.

Meeting those reproachful little gazes, Mo Yu couldn't help the twitch at the corner of his mouth. "Lord Lin, your method of... well, naming your children is certainly quite innovative."

Mo Yu's phrasing was remarkably diplomatic, yet to Lin Zhixiang's ears, it sounded anything but pleasant.

Innovative indeed—altogether too innovative. Who on earth names their children with such utter casualness?

An old blush crept up Lin Zhixiang's face as he hurriedly waved a hand. "Ahem, let's eat, let's eat."

"Big Brother Mo, look at my dad, he's blushing!" Lin Chuyi pointed straight at Lin Zhixiang.

Mo Yu turned his gaze over and, sure enough, found Lin Zhixiang's face flushed crimson. A wave of surprise washed over him, swiftly followed by a rising urge to laugh.

"Ahem." Lin Zhixiang coughed awkwardly twice and wisely chose to remain silent.

This wretched girl—she always found a way to thwart her own father at every turn!

"Brother, I want to eat that." Lin Wuyue tugged at Mo Yu's sleeve, pointing toward a dish sitting right in front of Lin Qiyue.

With a smile, Mo Yu pinched the little one's hand affectionately and said, "Alright."

Lin Zhixiang gasped aloud and hurriedly raised a hand to stop him. "Ru—how about you help her serve it?"

Lin Chuyi blinked her eyes and flashed a cheeky smile. "Father, Little Five likes Big Brother Mo, which is why she wants Big Brother Mo to help her with the food. Besides, Big Brother Mo has already agreed; you're simply being too rigid."

Mo Yu smiled and nodded in agreement from the side; he truly felt that Lord Lin was far too constrained.

Lin Zhixiang glared fiercely at Lin Chuyi, then hastily reached out to block Mo Yu, who was already preparing to stand up. "Young Master Mo, you are a guest, let me do it."

Mo Yu sighed and politely refused. "Lord Lin, this is your own home; you are the one being overly formal."

Since Mo Yu had put it that way, Lin Zhixiang found it difficult to say anything further. He could only watch in helpless silence as Mo Yu stood up to reach for the distant plate of cabbage.

Lin Qiyue swiftly lifted the dish to ease Mo Yu's burden, secretly terrified that this sudden stretch might cause the wounds on the young man's body to tear open again.

The little girl beamed happily. "Thank you, Brother."

Mo Yu smiled and stroked the little one's head. "You are very welcome."

"Little Five, this brother is a very good person. You should play with him more often from now on, understand?" Lin Chuyi beamed as she placed a small piece of meat into the child's bowl.

Mo Yu raised an eyebrow, entirely speechless at Lin Chuyi's blatant and unapologetic scheming.

To his astonishment, the little girl actually grasped the underlying meaning of Lin Chuyi's words and replied with utmost solemnity, "Eldest Sister, don't you worry. I will definitely work hard to earn more silver!"

"Pfft—ahem, ahem..." Lin Qiyue spun around abruptly and burst into a fit of coughing, clearly stimulated beyond measure by the little one's declaration.

Meanwhile, Lin Zhixiang could only massage his temples in mute despair. He was beginning to deeply regret handing the care of these little ones over to this unpredictable girl—just look at what she had turned them into!