"Honey, are you back to the hotel?"
"I just arrived and was about to send you a message when Zhang Zhiqin next door suddenly screamed, so I went over to take a look."
"Zhang Zhiqin? Didn't he go to Sister Yan's house?"
"Well, he just came back too, looking so cheerful. It seems like he and Sister Mo are a good match."
In the hotel, Fang Xiaole was chatting with Lin Yao on WeChat.
Although the program team is not making it during the most popular Friday and Saturday time slots, it is still a weekend time slot after all, so the budget is still acceptable.
Fang Xiaole no longer wanted to live in a standard room for two people as cramped as before, as it was not convenient to send messages or video chat with Lin Yao.
However, both of them still had work to do tomorrow, and Lin Duanzheng was still at Lin Yao's house at this time. The two of them only exchanged a few words and then said good night to each other.
Fang Xiaole fell on the bed, still a little worried. She didn't know whether Lin Yao and her father could get along well. After all, the father and daughter had not lived together for several years.
"I hope everything goes well."
......
At this time, at Lin Yao's house.
"Dad, can I blow dry your hair?"
Lin Duanzheng had just come out of the shower, and Lin Yao found a hair dryer and planned to blow-dry her father's hair.
"No, I can do it myself."
Lin Duanzheng felt a little awkward, probably because he was not used to being so close to his daughter.
He took the hair dryer and quickly dried his hair.
Lin Yao brought in another glass of juice and placed it in front of him.
"Dad, this is the juice I just squeezed. It's good for your health."
"Um."
Lin Duanzheng nodded slightly, put his hands on his knees, and saw that Lin Yao was still looking at him, and asked unnaturally:
"Anything else?"
Lin Yao waved her hands quickly: "It's okay, then you can rest first, I'm going out."
"Okay, good night."
"Well, good night, Dad."
After the father and daughter said good night to each other stiffly, Lin Yao walked towards the bedroom door.
"Lin Yao."
Lin Duanzheng suddenly called her.
"Dad, what's going on?"
Lin Yao turned around and asked.
"Isn't today the beginning of winter?"
Lin Duanzheng said.
"I think so."
Lin Yao thought for a moment and said.
"Well, then you sit down for a while and wait for me."
Lin Duanzheng suddenly stood up, walked to the bedroom, and asked Lin Yao to sit on the sofa in the living room.
He walked into the kitchen, asked Lin Yao where the kettle was, and started to boil water.
Lin Yao sat obediently on the sofa. Although she was a little curious, she didn't ask too many questions and just waited quietly.
After a while, Lin Duanzheng came out with a basin of hot water and placed it at Lin Yao's feet.
"Dad, what are you doing?"
Lin Yao asked doubtfully.
"When you were little, I would soak your feet every time the beginning of winter came, so you wouldn't get sick all winter long."
Lin Duanzheng said to Lin Yao, his expression becoming serious again:
"You were in good health when you were a child, unlike now. Your face looks so bad. Soak your feet quickly to avoid getting sick."
Lin Yao stared at her father blankly. After a moment, a happy smile appeared on her charming face:
"Okay, thank you, Dad."
She took off her socks, rolled up her trouser legs slightly, put her white and tender feet into the hot water basin, and then exclaimed softly:
"Dad, it's a little hot."
Lin Duanzheng's face turned serious. "When you were a kid, your feet were much hotter than this. That's why your health is getting worse. Hotter water will help your blood circulation. Put your feet in now!"
"oh......"
Lin Yao responded softly and put her feet into the basin.
Sure enough, just as my father said, although the water was a little hot, after soaking in it for a few minutes, a tingling and comfortable feeling spread from the soles of my feet to my whole body. This feeling was both familiar and distant.
When she was a child, Lin Yao often soaked her feet like this.
But the difference was that the foot-soaking water at that time was prepared by the mother. She and father sat on a bench, each with a basin. At first, they would always scream because of the scalding water, but after soaking for a while, they would feel more and more comfortable.
"Dad, if we could still be together as a family like when we were little..."
Lin Yao couldn't help but whispered.
"You're already grown up, don't always think about your childhood."
But he was interrupted by Lin Duanzheng.
"dad......"
Lin Yao was about to continue speaking when her cell phone suddenly rang.
Lin Yao's cell phone was in the bedroom. She quickly lifted her foot, wiped her feet quickly, and went in to get her cell phone.
"Sit down. Soaking your feet needs to be longer to be effective."
Lin Duanzheng held her shoulders and asked her to continue sitting. He turned and walked into the bedroom and took out Lin Yao's cell phone.
"Thank you, Dad."
Lin Yao was stunned, and a gentle smile appeared on her face.
She couldn't remember how many years it had been since her father had treated her so gently and kindly.
"snort!"
However, after Lin Duanzheng walked out with the mobile phone, his expression suddenly became a little ugly. He snorted coldly and handed the phone to Lin Yao.
"dad?"
Lin Yao didn't know what was wrong with her father. She took the phone, her expression slightly startled. She looked up at Lin Duanzheng and asked timidly:
"Dad, can I take it?"
Lin Duanzheng snorted: "Whether you answer the phone or not is up to you. Your water is getting cold. I'll go boil some more."
Then he turned around with a cold face and walked into the kitchen.
Lin Yao opened her mouth, but ultimately remained silent. She picked up the phone and whispered:
"mom."
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