Wagner’s strength was great as he vigorously wielded the oar, eagerly trying to row the boat across to the opposite bank.
However, halfway through, Ningning’s face turned pale, and the child lay on the edge of the boat.
“Ningning, what’s wrong with you?!”
Wagner saw that his face didn’t look right and quickly dropped the oar, anxiously approaching.
The teacher also bent down to check on the child. “Ningning, where do you feel uncomfortable?”
“Ningning feels like vomiting.”
The pale-faced Ningning weakly said, “My head is dizzy, and I want to vomit.”
The teacher paused, his expression changing, “You’re seasick.”
The teacher wanted to take the seasick child ashore immediately, but Wagner had already rowed the boat halfway, and it would take some time to turn it back.
There were no garbage bags on the boat, and the child was about to vomit.
The boat was an antique, and the lotus flowers in the lotus pond were precious.
Sweat appeared on the teacher’s forehead; he looked at the child and asked, “Ningning, can you hold on for a bit longer? Endure it until we reach the shore, and then you can vomit.”
The child, who was concerned about self-image, didn’t want to vomit here.
He nodded, his childish voice weaker. “I won’t vomit... ah, vomit.”
As soon as the child finished speaking, he vomited into the pond.
The teacher sighed, closed his eyes, and then accepted his fate. “We’re in for a fine.”
Vomiting in this lotus pond incurred a penalty, and the penalty wasn’t on the child but on the teacher.
The teacher truly hadn’t expected a child to get seasick. With no prepared bags, he had no choice but to accept the penalty.
Since a fine was inevitable, the teacher decided to let the child finish vomiting.
The feeling of seasickness, dizziness, and vomiting—it was a sensation that either you could endure or you couldn’t. After the child finished vomiting, tears welled up in his eyes.
The teacher gave him water to rinse his mouth, patted his back, and comforted him, “Next time, we won’t take this kind of boat. Once we’re ashore, the teacher will accompany you to sit on the shore, whether you continue to vomit or not.”
“Okay.”
Due to the seasickness of the little child, their small boat turned back halfway to the shore.
After returning to the shore, the teacher said to Wagner, who was on the same boat, “Wagner, I’ll arrange for you to be on another teacher’s boat. I’ll stay here with Ningning.”
“I’ll stay with Ningning too!”
Wagner, showing loyalty, decided not to go and play if Ningning couldn’t. The boat was small, and Sevi and Lele weren’t on the same boat as them.
Everyone stayed on the shore. The teacher, worried that the little child might feel uncomfortable sitting, so he lifted Ningning up and said, “Rest in the teacher’s arms for a while. I’ll bring you back when everyone returns.”
The little child, when feeling unwell, tended to cling to adults. Since Ningning’s father wasn’t around, the teacher carefully lifted him, providing comfort in place of his family.
In the teacher’s arms, Ningning, feeling drowsy, started to doze off. Before falling asleep, he opened his eyes and looked around.
Apart from the lotus pond, there were also surrounding buildings, making the dizzy Ningning think—this place was becoming less like ancient Earth.
As Ningning became increasingly drowsy, he eventually fell into a deep sleep in the teacher’s arms.
It’s uncertain how much time passed. When Ningning woke up, he was back in the room where he had slept. Lele was pressing on him, almost making it difficult for him to breathe.
“Lele.”
Ningning pushed Lele away, rubbing his eyes as he sat up. “What time is it now?”
Lele, who had been sleeping on top of him, had no idea of the time. Thankfully, Wagner, the reliable one, provided the information: “It’s eight in the evening. You’ve been sleeping, so the teacher brought you back to the room.”
Wagner looked at Ningning’s stomach and added, “By the way, the teacher said if you wake up hungry, you can find him, and he’ll make you some food.”
Ningning couldn’t miss a meal. When he woke up, his first priority would be to eat. “Where is the teacher?”
The little child crawled out of bed, getting ready to ask the teacher for food.
To make it convenient to care for the children, the teacher’s room was right next to the children’s, and whether it was the teacher’s room or the children’s rooms, the doors were never locked.
This made it easy for the teacher to check on the children anytime to see if they were asleep, and for the children to find the teacher if they needed something.
The little child woke the teacher up, saying, “I’m hungry, I want to eat, teacher.”
Those who could be teachers for the children generally didn’t have morning grumpiness, and their temper was usually good.
The teacher, who was awakened, wasn’t annoyed at all. He got up and went to the kitchen to prepare food for the little child.
The little child brought two hangers-on, one named Lele, and the other named Wagner.
“Lele, Wagner, do you want to eat?”
In one question, the teacher used two different languages to ask them.
Lele had a small appetite; he looked delicate, as if carefully crafted, with a slightly weak figure, exuding a bit of fragility.
Even facing the teacher, Lele was somewhat timid. He wanted to say he wasn’t hungry, but he didn’t dare to meet the teacher’s gaze.
The teacher couldn’t determine if he wanted to eat or not, so he just prepared a portion for him as well.
Wagner hesitated for a moment, then touched his own stomach. “Teacher, I’ll have a little too.”
His dad said that eating more would help him grow taller. He wanted to grow as tall as his dad as soon as possible!
The teacher was not only good at looking after the children, but also skilled at cooking.
In no time, the teacher prepared the food, taking into account the amount the little children had eaten before. He made a bit more.
“Ningning, if you can’t finish it, don’t force yourself; it’s not good for your stomach.”
Although he was mentally prepared for Ningning’s appetite, the teacher couldn’t help but remind him.
Ningning sat at the table, giving a bib to Lele.
Lele, who wasn’t hungry at all, sat next to Dad Ningning with the bib on.
“Lele, it’s for you.”
The little child who got promoted to be a dad, joyfully picked out a large piece of his most beloved meat and gave it to Lele.
Lele: “...”
Lele looked at the meat in the bowl, a hint of seriousness on his delicate little face. After a while, urged by Ningning, he picked up the meat with a heavy heart and ate it as if taking medicine.
Seeing Lele eating, Wagner also hurriedly shared his own meat with Lele.
“Lele, here you go!”
As a godfather, Wagner didn’t want to be inadequate in his role.
Under the feeding of the two “dads,” Lele sat at the dining table, picking at the meat and eating with a solemn expression.
Well.
He didn’t like meat; he preferred vegetables.
