Lin Jingbei: "Goodbye."

So shy.

Even if he just stood in the middle and was praised by everyone, he would feel like a monkey.

It’s not like Lin Jingbei hasn’t been to a banquet before.

Lin Lu: "Okay, if you don't want to do it, then don't do it. Do you want to talk to your dad? He's right next to you."

The phone was on speaker, so Song Chen could naturally hear what the mother and son were talking about.

After coughing twice in a mock manner, he asked, "How are you doing over there? Are you used to the food?"

Lin Jingbei: "It's okay. If you're not used to it, you can eat instant noodles. Just add hot water and soften it. It's delicious and very convenient."

Song Chen was so busy playing with his wife's fingers that he didn't pay attention to what his son said: "Isn't it good to eat? Why do you want to eat noodles?"

Lin Jingbei: “I eat it too.”

Dad is becoming less and less able to understand what people are saying.

Song Chen: "Okay, let's play well. Long-distance calls are expensive, so I won't talk about it."

Lin Jingbei: "I made the call, so if there's any charge, it should be mine. Dad, what are you saving?"

How come you don’t think it’s too expensive to talk to your mom on the phone for several hours?

Song Chen was teased by his wife and coughed twice: "Then go on."

Lin Jingbei: "Tell me again why Third Uncle suddenly wanted to meet Grandpa and Grandma. Was it because that lunatic was arrested?"

Song Chen: "We don't know either. We were just going to find out, but you insisted on not letting me hang up."

Lin Jingbei: Huh? It's my fault now?

"Okay, I'll hang up first and call my master."