The live stream was unbanned again, and this time it took almost an hour.
The live chat was filled with sarcastic and sullen comments: "Wow, that's all the time?"
[Tsk tsk, he's not good enough for the beauty, you'd better be with me.]
Something's not right. Professor Luan hasn't changed at all. Could Qi Yan really be incapable?
"You're no good, I'm great." Qi Yan even had time to taunt the chat before putting on his helmet. If it weren't for the hood, everyone in the live stream would probably have seen his grinning teeth.
[If you're so capable, why don't you get Professor Luan to say it himself? Do you dare?]
"Ha, what's there to be afraid of?" Qi Yan was extremely arrogant at this moment, and glanced at the camera provocatively: "Wife, do you think I'm pretty good?"
Luan Yining was reaching out to adjust his helmet when she saw his eyes practically screaming "Praise me! Praise me!" She smiled and responded.
[Professor Luan, how could you let him succeed so easily?!]
Look at that little devil he is, tsk tsk tsk.
He's so pleased with himself, I can't stand it!
"You wouldn't want to hear it anyway~" Qi Yan said, feigning innocence after getting the benefit.
Netizens began to hurl insults and threatened to leave the live stream.
Qi Yan, with his sharp eyes, spotted a comment that stood out from the others: "[Do you know why an orange turns into a glass of orange juice after leaving the livestream?]"
"Why?"
[Because the orange juice was lost, it turned into a glass of juice.]
"..." Qi Yan turned the tablet over, paused for two seconds, and said, "Wife, let me tell you a lame joke..."
...
"Achoo!" Jiang Li sneezed frequently today, wondering if it was because Qi Yan had been cursing at him all day.
"Achoo! Ah...Achoo!"
After sneezing several times in a row, Jiang Li sniffed and, with a "disabled but determined" smile, raised a wicked grin. He refused to believe that he couldn't trick him yesterday!
Rong Mo opened the car door, holding a steaming cup of oat milk. He was amused and annoyed to see that this little devil was sick but full of mischief.
He wrapped the person in a blanket, his hands clasped together, and said, "Go home and rest early today."
"We haven't finished our date yet!" Jiang Li stubbornly poked her head out.
A cool breeze suddenly swept across the lake, the chill hitting Rong Mo from head to toe and then seeping in through his collar. Jiang Li, who had just poked her head out, pulled it back in, the blanket completely covering her head. Then she sneezed loudly, bringing tears to her eyes.
Rong Mo glanced at him, then at the two bicycles parked to the side. Thinking about the little brat's promise to cycle around the island with him, a vein throbbed on his forehead. He pushed Jiang Li inside, closed the car door, and went around to the driver's seat.
"You actually rejected the date your precious darling had carefully prepared! That hurts Ah Li's heart so much!" Jiang Li said, clutching her chest in anguish.
After his electric scooter, he's now messing around with a bicycle. What a brat who needs to be disciplined. He's sick but still won't behave.
Rong Mo glanced at him in the rearview mirror: "If it weren't for someone secretly eating too much ice cream..."
Jiang Li felt guilty, so she covered his mouth with one hand to stop him from exposing her shortcomings. Her eyes darted around, trying to find a suitable excuse to turn the tables on him.
But Rong Mo didn't give him a chance to speak, easily breaking free and coldly announcing, "I'll share the ice cream in the fridge with everyone, but don't even think about it until you're better."
a bolt from the blue!
His food rations were cut!
Ignoring the chilly gaze at the back of his head, Rong Mo drove the car fast and steadily.
Jiang Li, huddled in the back seat, sullenly waited for a red light and seized the opportunity to bite Rong Mo's chin with a loud thud.
"..."
He became enraged.
[It was rare for Rong-ge to be stunned for a moment, but he was suppressed by A-Li again.]
Those teeth marks are really something.
It's clear that Rong Ge is really enjoying himself.
Rong Mo glanced back at his wife, who was fuming, and smirked as he offered her bait: "I'll make you some chicken soup when we get back."
Jiang Li pricked up her ears.
Rong Mo glanced at the fox whose back of his head was full of drama, and continued to add fuel to the fire: "When Tong Zhao and the others come back, I'll ask him to help make some desserts."
This is great! Is this what patient benefits are like? Jiang Li decided to hold back a little longer.
And then this scoundrel actually stopped talking!
Just as Jiang Li was preparing to "assassinate" him, Rong Mo spoke again: "You can have a piece of the small cake you ordered yesterday."
A moment later, there was a brief, sporadic noise from the back seat. Jiang Li, who had just been sulking, leaned over and obediently kissed the spot where the teeth marks had been, her expression completely changing: "Amo is the best!"
Let's not let Amo learn to ride a bicycle next time! Hehe!
Tong Zhao was having lunch with Shan Song in the cafeteria when she saw the message Rong Mo sent using Jiang Li's phone.
"What's wrong?" Shan Song asked.
“It’s Rong-ge. He said Ah-li caught a cold and went back first. He asked if we could make some desserts if we got back early.” Tong Zhao said while typing, “When we get back, we can buy some lotus seeds and snow pears and boil some pear water, that should help.”
Dan Song raised an eyebrow. So this is the plan?
"You care about him that much?"
?
Tong Zhao fluttered her eyelashes twice, carefully observing Shan Song's face, and only after confirming that he wasn't jealous did she say, "Good friends should take care of each other when they're sick."
Shan Song was still looking at Tong Zhao, with a half-smile on his face.
Tong Zhao felt that any little schemes she might have were completely exposed in front of him.
“Ah Li and Rong Ge are both nice people. It’s all good to get along with them. They might be able to help us later.” Tong Zhao glanced around furtively and whispered to Shan Song, “Besides, I don’t think Ah Li really likes Geng Keli. It would be even better if we could take this opportunity to sabotage the cooperation between the Jiang family and the Geng family!”
Although he had some guesses about it, Tong Zhao's mysterious words still warmed and swelled Shan Song's heart, making him incredibly soft-hearted. His wife was still so adorable.
"Thank you, my wife, for your thoughtful planning." Shan Song said sincerely, "It seems that I, your husband, need to manage the company properly and can no longer be lazy."
"..." Tong Zhao quickly put some food on his plate to shut him up, afraid that he would say something even more embarrassing in front of everyone.
Shan Song pressed his thumb against the corner of his lips and smiled, stopping teasing him. He continued their conversation, saying, "That auntie seemed to know Zhao Zhao quite well?"
This was Tong Zhao's first time returning to her alma mater since graduation. When she brought Shan Song to the cafeteria for lunch, she forgot about her meal card. She was going to ask a classmate to borrow one, but to her surprise, a cafeteria lady recognized her first and warmly invited them to have lunch with her.
“Oh, that auntie is very nice.” Tong Zhao cupped her face and started talking: “They are the only family in the school that makes hand-pulled noodles. They are chewy and delicious. I come here three or four times a week. Once, when I had dinner here, they steamed a big pot of those farmhouse-style handmade steamed buns for themselves.”
I haven't had this since I came to Yunling for school. The ones sold here just don't taste the same. I was a little nostalgic, so I casually complimented how fragrant the steamed buns were. To my surprise, when I went to get my bread, the auntie put two on my plate. They were huge and fluffy, and tasted amazing even on their own.
As Tong Zhao spoke, he gestured, describing this ordinary white steamed bun as if it were a delicacy.
Dan Song listened quietly to his story, imagining how Tong Zhao looked longingly at the steamed buns. He smiled and thought, "Not to mention that Auntie couldn't resist, anyone who saw how much his Zhao Zhao looked would soften their heart."
"We got to know each other better later, and Auntie would always secretly add meat for me! Sometimes she would even share her delicious noodles with me." Tong Zhao was a little happy and suggested to Shan Song, "We came in a hurry this time, so next time we should prepare some gifts for Auntie!"
Shan Song: "No need for next time, I'll let..."
"Excuse me, are you Tong Zhao?" a female voice suddenly interrupted their conversation.
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