Chapter 143: 140. The Literary Plagiarist Zhang Xiaotao (Seeking subscriptions, seeking monthly tickets!)

The next day, Lin Mei also had a novel experience; she got up in the morning and prepared breakfast with Liu Lu. Although the house was not large, it possessed an indescribable sense of warmth.

This was a feeling she had not experienced since marrying Prince Haiman, and for a moment, she found herself immersed in it.

However, when they had finished preparing breakfast and went to call the others to eat, they were both stunned.

On the second basement level, Zhang Ran and Prince Haiman were both lying on the carpet, sleeping like dead pigs, completely devoid of any decorum.

It was unclear whose idea it was, but the two of them had actually dragged blankets from elsewhere and covered themselves with them.

Fortunately, the new house was equipped with floor heating that was kept on at all times, so the two of them did not freeze.

Looking at the completely unrefined Prince Haiman, Lin Mei was truly caught between laughter and tears, but she was in no hurry to wake him; let him sleep like this, as it was rare for him to be this relaxed.

When they prepared to go call the children to eat, they encountered another situation.

Susu was fine; she had slept with her mother last night, so there were no issues when she woke up in the morning.

As for the three little ones, Zhang Xiaotao and the others, it was a situation that left one between laughter and tears.

Lin Mei and Liu Lu opened the door and saw the three little ones sprawled out on the bed, each sleeping in a more disheveled position than the last.

Zhang Xiaotao's foot was pressing on Auston, Arthur's foot was resting on Zhang Xiaotao's face, and Auston's little hand was plastered directly onto his younger brother's face.

Seeing their sleeping postures, Liu Lu said somewhat embarrassedly, "Aunt Lin, I'm sorry, this guy Zhang Xiaotao has never had a proper sleeping posture."

Lin Mei said nonchalantly, "It's fine. What time did these three little ones go to sleep last night?"

"I'm not quite sure either. Let me call them to check." Saying this, Liu Lu prepared to wake the three little ones.

But it was clearly a futile effort; no matter how she called them, the three little ones remained unmoved.

"Forget it, let them keep sleeping, we'll eat our own," Lin Mei said helplessly.

Her own two children had been very regular in their diet and sleep since they were young; to have them become like this after less than a day at Zhang Ran's house left her speechless as well.

However, Lin Mei did not dislike this; she had not grown up in an aristocratic family like the British Royal Family, and by comparison, she actually preferred this kind of life.

It was just that their status was what it was; although Prince Haiman's position in the royal family was somewhat special, he was still a member of the royal family, and it was impossible for everything to go according to his wishes, especially in terms of disciplining children, where their actual say was not very large.

Now that it was rare for the two little ones to be this relaxed, Lin Mei simply decided not to interfere.

Zhang Sicheng and Zhang Siyan went to work after breakfast. As for Zhang Ran and the others, they slept until the sun was high, waking up just in time for lunch.

"Take your stinky foot away." As soon as Zhang Ran woke up, he felt a weight pressing on him, and immediately saw that Prince Haiman had, at some point, draped his leg over him.

Prince Haiman was also woken up by the noise at this time; he looked at Zhang Ran and said, "How is it? Do you concede now?"

In truth, neither of them had been binge-drinking last night; they had just been chatting and drinking, and without realizing it, they had drunk too much. Neither knew who had been the first to reach their limit, and both had some memory gaps.

"Concede? Heh, I don't know who was crying and begging for mercy last night." Although Zhang Ran didn't remember the situation either, he refused to lose face; looking at his expression, it was as if he truly remembered what happened last night.

Prince Haiman was not easily fooled, "Who? Have you forgotten what you looked like last night?"

Hearing the commotion, Lin Mei and Liu Lu came over and saw the two of them bickering, both feeling quite helpless.

As a daughter-in-law, Liu Lu couldn't lecture her father-in-law, so only Lin Mei could speak up, "Alright, you two go wash up and eat something; don't act like children all day long."

"Mommy, I wouldn't act like that." Arthur's remark was a direct and sharp jab to the heart.

"I wonder who just woke up?" Lin Mei glanced at Arthur.

"Hehe."

After Zhang Ran and the others finished washing up, they went straight to lunch, but at the dining table, Zhang Ran was left bewildered by something Zhang Xiaotao said.

"Grandpa, can I write down the story of the Calabash Brothers and give it to Auston and Arthur as a gift?" Zhang Xiaotao said with a look of anticipation.

He knew this story was made up by his grandfather and that there was no such story for sale on the market, which was why he said that.

Zhang Ran looked at Zhang Xiaotao, speechless; he, a dignified transmigrator, hadn't even started being a literary plagiarist yet, and his own grandson had actually started doing it.

Auston and Arthur also looked at Zhang Ran with anticipation; they really liked this story of the Calabash Brothers because they had completely immersed themselves in it.

One was Siwa, and the other was Wuwa.

They could be big heroes in the story!

Zhang Ran looked at the expectant eyes of the four little ones and thought for a moment before saying, "Of course you can. Actually, you can write it together; you can write a Calabash Brothers story that is completely your own, with everyone writing their own part."

"For example, Taotao, you can write the part for Big Brother, Auston can write the part for Siwa, Arthur can write the part for Wuwa, and Susu can write the part for Qiwa. Then you can exchange them and give each other a gift."

Zhang Ran's suggestion was immediately approved by the four little ones, and they hurriedly finished their meal and began to work.

Moreover, without Zhang Ran and the others knowing, they had already completed the division of labor and perfected the story outline.

Susu was mainly responsible for drawing illustrations, Auston and Arthur would be responsible for translation later, and Zhang Xiaotao was responsible for the story outline.

The story outline was actually what Zhang Ran had told them, but many things in it had been changed by them. Although the changes were a bit childish and lacked the charm of the original version, they showed more childlike innocence.

The four little ones acted as if they were doing something of monumental importance, full of drive and seriousness.

Zhang Ran watched the four little ones working with such enthusiasm, smiled, and then said to Prince Haiman and the others, "Do you have anything to do next?"

"No, I came to Huaxia for the New Year in a personal capacity; even if there were matters, they wouldn't come to find me," Prince Haiman said casually.

"That's good. Later, we'll go buy New Year's goods together and take you through an authentic Huaxia Spring Festival," Zhang Ran said.

This was truly not Zhang Ran bragging; although he didn't know how Prince Haiman had spent the New Year in the past, he knew that regardless, given Prince Haiman's status here, it was very difficult to spend it like an ordinary family.

But it was different now; Prince Haiman was a guest at a friend's house, and the Shanghai Government wouldn't find it easy to disturb them too much, so they could completely spend an authentic Spring Festival.

Regarding Zhang Ran's suggestion, neither Prince Haiman nor Lin Mei refused; Lin Mei had also lived in England since she was young and had never truly experienced the Huaxia Spring Festival.