Chapter 71 Brother, I Miss You

As everyone was talking, Lu Yuan came out of the room, calmly walked to the dining room and sat down. To the boy's astonishment, he said, "You're cured?"

When did you get back?

Lu Cheng felt that his two brothers were like ghosts, appearing and disappearing without a trace. He was completely unaware when Lu Xun and Lu Yuan returned.

"It's because I heard you were sick that Xiao Yuan rushed back late last night," Lu Xun said.

"It's just a minor illness, oh dear, why bother so many people?" Lu Cheng said apologetically, picking up her bowl and silently taking a bite of rice.

"I didn't come back to see you, I came back to see Zhaozhao," Lu Yuan said after finishing a sip of soup.

"..."

Lu Yinzhao watched this scene from the side and thought to himself that his third brother's mouth was harder than diamonds, and he was clearly worried about his fourth brother.

"You guys probably won't be able to come back for New Year's Eve this year, right?" Lu Wenyan asked.

Lu Xun knew they were talking about the three of them.

"I should be able to get back after my performance," Lu Xun estimated.

“I can come back too,” Lu Yuan added.

He received an invitation to Melon TV's New Year's Eve gala this year, where he and Six Gems will perform three shows together.

"Xiaoqi probably won't be able to make it back in time. She's also been invited to perform by a TV station, and she'll probably head straight to the film set after that. Her filming is almost finished, and she should be able to come back around the second day of the Lunar New Year," Lu Xun explained.

"Okay, I understand. We'll be watching your performance on TV that day," Yin Song said with a smile.

Lu Yinzhao was also looking forward to his brothers' show. He had never seen his eldest brother sing before. In his past memories, his eldest brother had always been an actor.

“Let’s find a day when everyone is free and go visit your grandparents together,” Lu Wenyan said.

“Your maternal grandparents will also be coming to Xingbei City then, so let’s all have a good time together this year.” Yin Song picked up a tissue and wiped the rice grains from Zhao Zhao’s mouth.

Isn't this a happy ending?

Lu Yinzhao had never experienced such a festive atmosphere during the Spring Festival. Last year, because some family members had their own jobs, they didn't visit many relatives. This year, they were finally able to get together properly.

This year's New Year should be quite interesting.

Lu Yinzhao decided that he would definitely bring his camera and take a picture of everyone together.

A few more days passed.

Lu Yinzhao and Lu Cheng are almost fully recovered from their illnesses, and their home has regained its former vitality and energy.

These past few days, Lu Yinzhao hasn't dared to send voice messages to Bian Ji because she's been sick, but today she can finally send a message to the big boss openly.

Lu Yinzhao sent a voice message into their WeChat chat window.

[Zhao Zhao]: "Brother Aji, when are you coming back?"

The little guy sat on the sofa, pouting, his eyes fixed on the chat box.

Then he blinked and added another sentence.

[Zhao Zhao]: "Brother, I miss you a little."

Within two seconds, the voice on the other end came back, and it was still the familiar cool boy's voice.

[Bian Ji]: "He will be back around mid-February."

Maybe... I can make it in time for the Lantern Festival.

On the other side of the earth.

The boy looked at the screen, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Silently click to save the other person's second voice message.

After hesitating for a while, he pressed the voice button and whispered, "I want to too..."

"What are you thinking about?" The sudden voice startled Bian Ji.

My hand wasn't holding it down, and the voice message was sent out halfway through recording.

He didn't have time to pay attention to the person who suddenly walked over and quickly retracted the message.

"Why didn't you knock?" Bian Ji asked angrily.

But when he turned around and realized that he hadn't closed the door at all, he suddenly felt choked up.

Bian Nan came to invite Bian Ji to dinner. He didn't know what he had done to the young master that made him so excited.

"I'm sorry." Bian Nan didn't want to hold a grudge against her younger brother and took the initiative to admit her mistake.

He even deliberately stepped back to the door and knocked again, asking, "May I come in?"

Bian Ji didn't speak. He turned his head and glanced at the message box of his chat with Zhao Zhao. There was no reply from her. He gradually calmed down and returned to his usual calm and composed state.

"Is there something you need?"

"It's time to eat."

"oh."

Both of them were very concise.

There are eight dishes on the table today.

Bian Ji asked curiously, "Are there any guests coming today?"

Wen Su shook her head: "No."

"There's too much, we can't finish it all." Bian Ji thought that Wen Su had made these dishes on a whim again.

"It's okay if you can't finish it. I'll pack up all the leftovers and send them to your dad's company later." Wen Su took out two large, three-layer insulated lunch boxes, which could hold quite a lot of food.

"Eat up, it might be delicious and you can finish it all," Bian Nan suddenly said.

Wen Su winked at him, signaling him not to be so obvious.

Bian Ji didn't see the two of them talking in riddles, picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork and took a bite.

The two people opposite stared at Bian Ji, only to see that the boy was chewing slower and slower...

Bian Nan swallowed nervously, not daring to speak.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" This was the question Wen Su asked.

All the dishes on this table today were prepared by Bian Nan under her guidance. I wonder if Bian Ji will find out.

"It's a little sweet," Bian Ji said truthfully.

"That's probably because Mom's hand slipped a little when she was making it, and she sprinkled too much sugar." Wen Su smiled awkwardly and nudged Bian Nan next to her under the table.

Bian Nan silently made a mental note of it, understanding that she would use less sugar in the future.

"And what about this flavored eggplant?" Wen Su took the initiative to put a piece of eggplant into her son's bowl.

"It's a bit salty," Bian Ji said after taking a small bite.

This time, Bian Nan didn't need Wen Su to remind her; she remembered and understood, and would add less salt in the future.

Bian Ji was still thinking about his conversation with Lu Yinzhao and didn't notice that the two people opposite him were guiding him to try all the dishes and give his impressions.

Because Wen Su used to do the same thing; every time she made a new dish, she would have Bian Ji taste it to see how it was.

I tried all eight dishes, and they were either too salty, too sweet, too sour, or too spicy.

Bian Nan could barely keep up with all the notes in her mind.

Bian Ji belatedly realized that he seemed to have been nitpicking the dishes, but thinking of how hard his mother worked to cook, he realized that one mistake didn't mean anything.

So he added, "I think they're all okay, I can eat them."

Bian Nan: "..."

The last sentence would have been better left out; the more it's said, the more defensive people become.

Bian Nan is adept at negotiating partnerships in the business world, manages the vast Bian Group effectively, makes accurate judgments in the face of sudden industry crises, leads his team to turn danger into safety, and seizes opportunities quickly with his keen business acumen when exploring emerging markets.

He has a remarkable talent for finance and business management.

However, he suffered a major setback when it came to cooking.

He had no doubt that his brother was lying, because after he tried the dish himself, he had the same feeling as his brother.

It's edible, but it's not really that delicious.

Bian Nan is a perfectionist at heart. There are some things he either won't do, or once he decides to do them, he wants to do them with zero errors.

After the meal, he began to review the dishes, using his laptop to compile a table outlining the next adjustments to the seasoning for each dish, and also created a chart analyzing the flavor profiles.

Based on the observation just now, his younger brother seems to prefer seafood, with a 75% probability of reaching for fish, shrimp, or shellfish with his chopsticks.

As Bian Ji passed by Bian Nan, he only caught a glimpse of a bunch of bar charts, line charts, and pie charts that he couldn't understand...

The text was too small, and he didn't pay attention to it, assuming that the other person was busy with work as usual.

He didn't take it seriously, sat down at the piano and started practicing, gradually becoming completely absorbed in the music.

Now, under the guidance of his vocal coach, he has found the correct vocal placement within his body.

He sometimes hums along while composing music.

I hadn't developed my singing ability before, but now I'm gradually learning the subtleties involved and experiencing the charm of blending vocals and instruments.

The teacher said that he hasn't reached puberty yet, which limits his range of song genres, but there are also things suitable for him to learn at this stage.

Thinking of the message he had previously retracted, Bian Ji lightly recorded a tune he played and hummed and sent it over.

He really isn't good at expressing what it means to "miss someone," perhaps music would be a better way to express it.

The music is purely accompanied by piano, and the humming doesn't have fixed lyrics; it's more like a demo.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yinzhao responded immediately.

[Zhaozhao]: "It sounds so good! It sounds so good!"

[Zhao Zhao]: "Brother Aji, you sang so well!"

If lyrics were added to this part, it would definitely be a very popular song; the melody lingers in his mind after just a few listens.

Is this guy starting to focus on singing?

Lu Yinzhao knew that Bian Ji would eventually shine as a singer, so he generously offered encouragement and praise at this stage.

He wants to motivate Bian Ji to continue singing and creating.

After all, music is Bian Ji's forte.

[Bian Ji]: "I've also written many other songs, which I'll sing to you slowly in the future."

[Zhaozhao]: "Okay, okay!"

He was meant to be Bian Ji's most loyal listener.

[Zhao Zhao]: "I love listening to my brother sing, Brother Aji, you have to sing more!"

Bian Ji's fingers moved even faster as he played the piano; the other person's words were firmly rooted in his heart.

His desire to write songs grew stronger and stronger; he wanted to write many songs.

He writes many good songs, as long as Lu Yinzhao is happy to listen to them.

*

Time flew by and it was New Year's Eve.

Early in the morning, Lu Wenyan called out the two younger children, and everyone made dumplings together.

Lu Cheng, looking like he hadn't woken up yet, rubbed his eyes as he entered the restaurant.

Lu Yinzhao had already washed his hands and was sitting at the table, ready to go.

He actually knows how to make dumplings, but he pretends he doesn't and asks Lu Wenyan to teach him.

"Dad, is this how it is? Do you think I did it right?" Zhao Zhao asked, looking up at him.

“That’s right! Zhao Zhao is great! Pinch it like this, look… like this…” Lu Wenyan demonstrated by hand, and was very pleased to see that his youngest son was learning very seriously.

A little while later, Yin Song also came to help, and the family sat together.

Lu Cheng had never made dumplings before. He either put too much filling in or too little. In short, the dumplings he made were crooked and looked particularly ridiculous when placed on the table.

"I'm really not good at this, Dad! Can I just eat dumplings instead?" Lu Cheng yelled in frustration.

"Zhao Zhao is making dumplings, why can't you?" Lu Wenyan glared at her irritably.

Lu Cheng's brows were furrowed, as if he were fighting against the dumplings in his hands.

His hands are perfect for gaming, but he's terrible at making dumplings.

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Author's Note: (My mind is racing): My brother said he misses me. [Hugs]

Bian Nan (her mind filled with thoughts): Thinking about how to cook for her younger brother. [Melting]

A qualified CEO is good at turning things around.