My College Teacher is My Children's Mom-Chapter 725: Do You Want This Good Intent?

Lin Jie had already made arrangements for the meal, taking them out for hot pot at noon.

"You all came so suddenly, it was really tough to book a place at the last minute. But food is food, right?"

Lin Feng laughed. "I’m not picky. Anything is fine with me."

Wen Xiaoya’s parents had also been invited, so the more than ten people were arranged at two tables in the same private room.

When they arrived, the hot pot restaurant was already quite crowded.

"Look, those guys are so handsome! And those young women are all so beautiful!"

"Oh my god, I know them! It’s ’The Nation’s Dad’!"

"Quick, get your phones out and take pictures! Oh my, I never thought I’d see them in person."

"I’m one of Xiao Bao’s ’mom fans.’ I wonder if I can get a photo with her later..."

"Sis, you’re thinking too small. That’s the richest man in the country; you could ask him for parenting advice."

After they sat down, the menu was passed around as everyone deferred to one another, until it finally landed in Lin Feng’s hands.

The other table was occupied by the children, with the menu ending up in Er Bao and Si Bao’s hands.

The staff here were quick and efficient. The pot was on the heat in less than five minutes, with dishes arriving one after another.

Zhang Yuxi looked around the restaurant. "Eh, does this place have a celebrity endorsement?"

Wen Xiaoya, sitting next to her, shook her head. "No, it’s actually owned by that celebrity. The food is quite good."

Celebrities often have various side businesses, investing in all sorts of enterprises. This particular celebrity happened to have worked with Xiao Bao before. He was a decent person, and his latest drama was currently a hit.

Xiao Bao trotted over to Lin Feng’s side and asked, "Daddy, can I open a hot pot restaurant too?"

Lin Feng smiled. "Of course. What kind of business do you want to start?"

Xiao Bao tilted her head. "But I don’t know how to make hot pot. Can you help me, Daddy?"

Wen Xiaoya’s father joked, "Your dad already owns several hot pot chains. What, are you planning to compete with him?"

When Xiao Bao heard this, she said, "Then I’ll think of another business."

Wen Xiaoya’s mother asked, "What would you like to do?"

Xiao Bao tilted her head. "I haven’t decided yet. I’ll think about it when I get home."

The hot pot was delicious, though Wen Xiaoya’s mother mentioned that it was a bit pricey.

As the meal was winding down, Er Bao, San Bao, and Si Bao went to give a toast to Wen Xiaoya’s parents.

Xiao Bao, Cai Cai, and Fan Fan were busy playing games on their phones.

Si Bao drank alcohol, while Er Bao and San Bao used soft drinks for their toasts.

"Grandpa Wen, Happy New Year! I wish you good health in the coming year..."

"Grandma Wen, Happy New Year! I’ll toast you with this soft drink..."

Towards the end of the meal, Wen Xiaoya’s parents took out red packets and beckoned Xiao Bao over.

No matter the amount, it’s the thought that counts, so it’s best to accept them graciously.

Xiao Bao joyfully accepted them. "Thank you, Grandpa Wen and Grandma Wen."

Xiao Bao knew she had to take advantage of these opportunities while she was still young. Once she was older, she could only dream of receiving red packets.

Lin Feng and Zhang Yuxi had also prepared red packets for Lin Jie’s two children, which they gave them as they were leaving.

Er Bao, San Bao, and the others also gave red packets to the children, but since none of them were married yet, it was just a small token gesture.

"Excuse me, we’ve run into a little trouble. We may need to ask you to leave through a different exit."

A waiter came over to explain. "There are people outside asking for your autographs and photos, you see..."

The hot pot restaurant had a back door that some public figures used to come and go discreetly, avoiding any disturbances.

They didn’t mind; it was just signing autographs and taking photos.

The smiling waiter led them to another area, one suitable not only for photos but also for signings.

Lin Feng now understood why this restaurant’s business was doing so well.

Wen Xiaoya’s parents felt it had nothing to do with them, so they simply stood off to the side.

Lin Jie, his wife, and their two kids sat nearby, enjoying the complimentary fruit provided by the restaurant.

Before they could see anyone, they heard a bustling noise, suggesting there was quite a crowd.

Then, a stream of people, young and old, came over. Guided by the staff, they formed an orderly line. It was clear the staff was no stranger to such situations.

The Lin Family’s star attraction was Xiao Bao, who signed autographs and took photos with fan after fan.

"Xiao Bao, I’m one of your ’mom fans’! Little girl, you must study hard and strive to become a superstar soon!"

Zhang Yuxi was speechless. "..."

"Xiao Bao, I’m one of your ’dad fans’! I dream of having a daughter as cute as you! And of course, I dream of having quadruplets..."

Lin Feng was speechless. "..."

Kid, you look like you’re barely in your twenties. Isn’t it a bit early for you to be one of Xiao Bao’s ’dad fans’?

"San Bao, can I take a photo with you? I’ve watched you grow up, and you’re my favorite among the quadruplets!"

"San Bao, um... can I ask you a favor? Could you check if this bag is authentic for me?"

"Erjie, I’m about to take the college entrance exam. Can you write me a word of encouragement?"

"Erjie, me too! You’re my role model! I hope I can get into my dream school through my own efforts."

"Excuse me, I want to thank you. If you hadn’t started those live tutoring classes for ninth and twelfth graders, my child never would have gotten into a good university. Thank you so much!"

Er Bao and San Bao never expected to have their own fans in the crowd.

Of course, Si Bao had them too.

"My son really loves playing the piano and violin; you’re his idol! Could you give him an autograph?"

"My daughter is sick. She loves sports, and she really looks up to you. Could you record a short video to encourage her?"

Naturally, Lin Feng also had fans.

How could the richest man in the country not have fans?

However, the questions directed at Lin Feng were a bit different.

"Um, can I ask what shampoo you use?"

"Wow, you look so young! I can’t believe you’re the same age as me! Can we take a picture together?"

"Hello, I’m the owner of Faraway Construction Company. Could we perhaps exchange contact information?"

"How do you stay in such good shape? Your skin is amazing, too. What brand of skincare products do you use?"

"How old are you, really? Why don’t you age?"

"Can I come work at your company? I graduated from a prestigious university..."

Eventually, someone must have leaked the news, because the line of people just kept growing longer and longer.

The Lin Family was speechless. "..."

They had come for a meal, but it unexpectedly turned into a happy event for the fans.

Finally, the thoughtful staff at the hot pot restaurant brought out chairs and stools for them to sit on.

Lin Feng saw that this couldn’t go on forever. He had a sign put up, announcing they would only be available for another half hour.

Half an hour later, they made a hasty exit.

In the car, Xiao Bao cried out that her hand was sore.

But that was just physical pain. The psychological pain was the real agony.

She had received a mountain of homework!

That’s right, HOMEWORK!

All those ’mom fans,’ ’dad fans,’ ’brother fans,’ ’sister fans,’ ’sister-in-law fans,’ and ’brother-in-law fans’...

They had all brought her homework!

Why on earth did they have homework with them? This was all thanks to a marketing genius.

This marketing genius was the owner of the bookstore across the street. He had brought over third-grade workbooks, test papers, and so on, selling them one by one to the fans.

For the first time in her life, Xiao Bao felt the urge to hit someone.

She wanted to cry, to refuse the gifts.

But they insisted on giving them to her, hoping she would get good grades.

Xiao Bao sat in the car, her face ashen, her gaze distant and full of misery.

Er Bao added insult to injury. "It’s all a gesture of kindness from your fans. You should just accept them."

Xiao Bao turned her head and asked flatly, "This ’kindness’ is for you. Do you want it?"

Er Bao gloated, "Sorry, little sister. I haven’t been in school for many years."

Si Bao chimed in with a laugh, "That’s right, don’t waste the fans’ kind intentions. Get to work on it when you get back!"

Xiao Bao burst into tears. "It’s bad enough they bully me, but you guys are bullying me too! WAHHHH!"

San Bao stifled a laugh and tried to soothe her. "Alright, alright, don’t cry. It’s okay if you don’t do them."

Si Bao, as if struck by an idea, said softly, "We can save them for little brother Cai Cai. He can use them."

Xiao Bao’s eyes lit up. "That’s right!"