Chapter 207 My daughter's laughter is truly the most...
Seeing this, Tang Mingli had the illusion that he was going to give her a long lecture, so she straightened up and spoke before Fu Ci could say anything.
"Just give me a little lesson; anything too heavy will put pressure on me."
Upon hearing this, Fu Ci laughed before he could even say anything.
That smile instantly changed the serious atmosphere that had just risen.
Fu Ci sighed softly, looking helpless, and said, "I really can't do anything with you."
But there are some things I still need to tell her.
"I'm asking you, have you ever thought about becoming a calligrapher? Seriously, really."
Tang Mingli was about to say that she had thought about it, after all, her handwriting had never been pretty since she injured her hand in her previous life, and she still felt resentful about it.
But after hearing the next sentence, she hesitated again.
Have you ever seriously considered becoming a calligrapher?
It seems not.
Undeniably, she enjoys practicing calligraphy, but not to the point of being passionate about it.
Fu Ci then asked, "Have you ever thought about becoming a writer?"
Tang Mingli shook her head.
There isn't one for that either.
She prefers reading novels to writing them.
"If you can reach a similar level to them without ever thinking of becoming a calligrapher or writer, doesn't that actually prove that you can do anything well? Calmly ask yourself, can't you actually achieve very good results in everything you want to do?"
Although Fu Ci asked the question, an outsider's perspective is clearer, and he already had a definite answer in his mind.
Tang Mingli, on the other hand, was never one for internal strife, and upon hearing Fu Ci's words, she immediately found them to be true.
What do you mean by "half-baked"? From another perspective, it means she can do everything quite well.
I was just joking about it, but now I'm feeling really good.
Indeed, outstanding men have a different perspective on things. The more outstanding a man is, the less likely he is to nitpick his partner's faults. This is a truth that Tang Mingli only truly understood after marrying Fu Ci.
After all, Beijing is far away, and Fu Ci was worried that he wouldn't know how to handle things if something happened to them there, so he gave his wife the phone number of a friend there.
Tang Mingli didn't refuse, saying that it was better to be safe than sorry.
She carefully put away the slip of paper with the phone number written on it and smiled, "I didn't expect you to have friends in Beijing too."
Fu Ci smiled and said, "I used to go on business trips to Beijing a few times when I was working at my company, so we got to know each other."
"oh."
Tang Mingli had a rough idea; the other party was probably a Beijing official. She silently considered that if anything happened in Beijing, it would be better to call Fu Ci first and then contact the other party through him.
However, this possibility is very small. Apart from places like train stations, which are a bit worrying, she believes that the public security in Beijing should be very good.
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On their last night together, the young couple couldn't help but be intimate. But considering they had to return to Guangcheng the next day, Fu Ci restrained himself.
The next morning, Tang Mingli opened her eyes almost the same time Fu Ci got up, and struggled to sit up.
Fu Ci stopped what she was doing and whispered, "It's still early, sleep a little longer, I'll cook you breakfast."
Hearing this, Tang Mingli lay down with peace of mind.
Half an hour later, Fu Ci came in again and woke her up.
After taking a half-hour nap, Tang Mingli no longer felt the struggle she had when she first got up.
Breakfast was a simple egg fried rice, and Fu Ci thoughtfully poured two glasses of juice.
Tang Mingli's assessment of the breakfast was that it was appetizing, filling, and very practical.
She was very obliging and ate two large bowls of food. After all, they had a long drive ahead and didn't plan to stop along the way.
After cleaning up the dishes, and thinking that there was nothing else to do, I told Fu Ci that I was about to leave.
Fu Ci hummed in agreement, "Together, I'll grab a bag."
Tang Mingli thought he was going to go to the company together, and she secretly thought to herself that he was such a clingy man, even for such a short distance.
However, when he followed her to the car and naturally got into the passenger seat, Tang Mingli realized that she seemed to have misunderstood what he said.
"Aren't you going back to the factory?"
Fu Ci smiled and nodded, "You're going to Beijing soon, I won't feel at ease if you don't go back."
"What about the factory?"
"There's nothing special going on at the factory lately, so whether I go or not won't make much of a difference."
Tang Mingli was so surprised that her mouth dropped open in astonishment. In just a few years, her management had improved so much.
However, upon further reflection, it seems normal. Strictly speaking, the two factories where he resigned were still small to medium-sized, and he had cultivated a group of trustworthy key personnel. The fact that the boss was willing to let go did not necessarily mean that problems would arise.
In later generations, many small companies that the boss didn't interfere with actually thrived, didn't they?
Tang Mingli trusted Fu Ci's judgment and gladly accepted his collaboration.
With him by her side, her journey would be easier.
The two took turns driving, chatting and laughing all the way. At noon, they even took a detour to a well-regarded restaurant and had a delicious lunch. Before they knew it, they had arrived in Guangcheng.
After entering the city, Tang Mingli suddenly remembered.
Yesterday I was so happy for my mother-in-law that I forgot to tell them she was coming back today.
She looked at her husband and said, "I reckon Aunt Guihua should have already washed the rice and put it in the pot by now."
The implication is that they probably didn't cook for them.
Fu Ci smiled and replied, "Let's eat out before we go back."
"That's not a good idea."
"Huh?" Fu Ci thought he had misheard.
Tang Mingli smiled and stopped joking: "That's a great suggestion."
Fu Ci smiled along with him.
This is the wife he knows.
After discussing it, the two decided to go to a Russian restaurant.
When the couple first got married, they ate at Russian restaurants most often, but in the last two years, many more Western restaurants have opened.
Judging by this trend, Tang Mingli felt that the Russian restaurant that held so many wonderful memories for her and Fu Ci might close down. After all, decades later in the 21st century, she really hadn't seen many Russian restaurants. So she figured she should make the most of it and eat there as many times as possible now.
If I go home after dinner, it will be past nine o'clock no matter how early I go.
Fu Yu was almost asleep when she suddenly saw her parents come home. She was so happy that she almost jumped up on the spot.
"Dad, Mom, you're back."
Tang Mingli responded enthusiastically, saying, "Baby, we're back! Mom and Dad missed you so much!"
I miss you all too.
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After giving the family of three ample time to express their feelings, Mrs. Fu asked with a smile, "Have you eaten? If not..."
She had intended to suggest that if there wasn't any, Zhang Guihua should cook something for them.
Tang Mingli said with a smile, "We ate. We got back a bit late, so we just ate out."
She didn't expect what the consequences of her words would be.
Fu Yu's eyes suddenly lit up. "Mom, what did you eat outside?"
That look reminded Tang Mingli of the phrase "living a life of luxury," and she realized what she had said. She could only laugh it off and didn't dare to respond directly.
Although her daughter is still young, it's safe to say she's a little foodie, just as much as she is herself.
Now that they had eaten, Madam Fu stopped worrying.
The two of them suddenly returned, which must have been because she was going to Beijing to receive an award.
Her daughter-in-law treated her better than even her own daughter could.
Fu's mother felt indescribably moved, but also heartbroken.
"You must be tired after driving all day. Go upstairs and take a shower and rest."
Tang Mingli shook her head: "The two of us can take turns driving, it's not tiring."
As he spoke, he walked over to the sofa and sat down.
Actually, she mainly considered that Fu Ci rarely came back, and she wanted him to spend more time with his family.
Sure enough, the whole family was delighted to see them sit down, and even the TV show seemed to become much more enjoyable.
Perhaps because such a scene was so rare, Fu Yu, who usually goes to bed early, made an exception and stayed up with her until after 10 p.m. tonight.
After the whole family returned to their room one after another, Fu Ci carried her upstairs, and she fell into a deep sleep as soon as he put her on the bed.
Tang Mingli watched with great envy and couldn't help but say, "I really envy children's sleep; it's so restful."
Fu Ci smiled at his wife, "You shouldn't be so accommodating."
"Hehe, not at all, not at all. I'm still a bit inferior to my daughter."
Tang Mingli must be humble, she absolutely must be humble.
A child being able to eat and sleep well is an advantage. But an adult being able to eat and sleep well is somewhat embarrassing. Even if you're faking it, you have to act a little embarrassed.
Driven by her biological clock, Tang Mingli yawned and said to her husband, "I'm going to take a shower first."
Fu Ci hummed in agreement, watched the child leave the room with the clothes, and then looked back at the child.
His daughter is sleeping so well.
No, she's very well-behaved when she's awake.
She is well-behaved and cute, clever and quick-witted.
God has been very kind to him, allowing him to marry Mingli and giving him a daughter who looks just like his wife.
Happiness filled Fu Ci's heart in an instant.
It was during this moment, filled with happiness, that Tang Mingli returned after taking a shower.
She was genuinely tired only after the fact, and without noticing her husband's expression, she went straight to the bed, lifting the covers as she lay down, saying, "You should take a shower and rest early too."
After saying that, he lay down, closed his eyes, and began to drift into a hazy consciousness.
Fu Ci looked at his wife, who had fallen asleep almost instantly, and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He even dared to say that he was a little worse than his daughter; they were exactly the same.
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the next day.
Fu Yu woke up from her sleep, looked to her left and then to her right, and saw her parents beside her. She giggled.
Tang Mingli and Fu Ci were awakened by the childish and clear laughter.
The first thing they saw when they opened their eyes was their daughter's radiant smile. It was as if a flower had bloomed instantly in their hearts, filling them completely.
Tang Mingli thought to herself, this must be what it feels like to be overjoyed.
My daughter's laughter is truly the most melodious sound in the world.
The three of them played on the bed after waking up, until Fu Yu patted her stomach and said, "I'm hungry."
The three of them quickly washed up and went downstairs for breakfast.
Mr. Fu and Mrs. Fu had already eaten and were sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper.
Mrs. Fu was sitting at the dining table and had just started eating; she seemed to have just gotten up as well.
Tang Mingli could only think of one reason why someone who had been going to bed early and waking up early for decades would only be getting up for breakfast at this hour.
"Mom, did you stay up late writing again last night?"
With nowhere to hide, Fu's mother smiled and explained, "Some inspirations suddenly popped into my head last night before I went to bed, so I thought I'd quickly write them down. Really, I didn't write a story, I just recorded those inspirations."
Tang Mingli certainly believed her mother-in-law's words, but the fact that she stayed up late was also undeniable.
Perhaps this is the inescapable fate of every writer.
She didn't want to put too much pressure on her mother-in-law, so she just wanted to focus on her health.
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