Chapter 354 Making a Phone Call
It's not just Xu Yizhao.
Mao Mao made many phone calls, and the people who answered each time regretfully told her that her child was sick.
It wasn't a common cold; it was from the shock of being in a fire.
That day, although all the children escaped safely, they faced the fire scene directly and almost brushed with death, suffering a great shock.
The students in the small class were all very young, and after being picked up by their parents, they developed high fevers due to the shock. Fortunately, each of their families had a family doctor, and they were all fine.
However, children like Xu Yizhao, who were already sick, became even more ill and were sent to the hospital that same day.
After making a round of phone calls, it turned out that Xu Yizhao wasn't the only one hospitalized.
As a girl who cares about her friends, Mao Mao couldn't sit still when she heard that all her friends were hospitalized.
He immediately forgot all about the party and rushed off to visit his friends.
As evening fell, people gradually returned home, only to find a small mountain of snack boxes piled up on the table.
Lou Dashuai's eyelids twitched: "Who sent this again?"
It's no wonder he overthinks things.
After Mao Mao encountered the fire, several cars arrived, carrying gifts from their owners who were unable to come. The gifts piled up into a small mountain.
After seeing off the one surnamed Nie, the one surnamed Chen has arrived. Who is it today?
"It wasn't a gift from someone else; it was something Mao Mao wanted to give to a friend. She had the family cook prepare it all afternoon," the First Madam said. "Her friend from kindergarten is sick and hospitalized, and she's going to visit her."
When visiting someone in the hospital, gifts are a must. Since she couldn't invite the children over for treats, Mao Mao delivered them herself. To do this, she sat behind the stove and helped the cook tend the fire for the entire afternoon.
Lou Dashuai immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Where's Mao Mao?"
"She's on the phone over there," the First Wife said. "She said she's going to visit someone in the hospital with some friends."
Despite his small stature, he handles things with remarkable efficiency.
Lou Dashuai rubbed his hands together and stepped towards the phone booth. Sure enough, he saw a small, round figure standing on a small stool with his back to him, talking on the phone, nodding and humming, with two little tufts of hair on his head swaying back and forth with the movement.
Lou Dashuai grinned broadly, tiptoed closer, and planned to surprise his daughter.
He had just stood behind Mao Mao when he heard a little voice ask the person on the phone with concern, "...Uncle, did you eat well and take your medicine properly today? How is your illness? Are you feeling unwell? Should Mao Mao come to see you?"
Listen to them, Mao Mao is such a kind and good child... No, wait!
Talking to kindergarten kids, where did this uncle come from?!
Lou Dashuai's expression changed, and he snatched the microphone from her hand.
He put his ear close to the microphone, and a nauseating voice came through: "Thank you for your concern, Miss Mao Mao. I'm feeling much better, and I should be fully recovered in a few days. Cough cough... If Miss Mao Mao wants to come see me, perhaps..."
"...Get out!" Lou Dashuai yelled into the microphone, interrupting him: "Get the hell out of here!"
Suddenly finding her hands empty, Mao Mao grasped at the air, then tilted her little head back in confusion: "Daddy?"
"..."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
"General." The voice on the other end of the phone turned slightly colder. "So it's you, General, who's back."
"You bastard, don't try to fool my Mao Mao!"
Lou Dashuai ruffled Mao Mao's little head and angrily said to the person on the phone, "If you're sick, go see a doctor. Don't try to fool my Mao Mao. She's not a doctor and can't treat illnesses!"
Nie Zhengyun calmly replied, "General, you flatter me. I am merely friends with Miss Mao Mao. It's just normal interaction between friends."
"Pooh!"
Who are you trying to fool?
When he didn't know what Nie Zhengyun was planning, only Mao Mao thought he was a good person.
"When Mr. Nie was on the phone with Miss Mao Mao, the Marshal snatched the phone away without saying a word," Nie Zhengyun said slowly. "Isn't that a bit too impolite?"
Commander Lou let out a cold snort: "Politeness? Ha, I..."
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the little girl beside him.
Mao Mao was standing on a small stool, talking to her best friend when the microphone was snatched away. Now her friend was staring at her expectantly. Although there was no blame or reproach in her voice, it was full of doubt and confusion.
Upon meeting those clear, innocent eyes, Lou Dashuai's words caught in his throat.
He put down the phone: "Mao, Mao Mao, Dad didn't mean to take your phone... Here, take it back."
Don't think of him as a bad father who is worse than someone else.
"Thank you, Dad." Mao Mao took the microphone: "Hello? Uncle?"
Nie Zhengyun smiled and replied, "Miss Mao Mao, I'm here."
The two then happily continued their conversation.
Lou Dashuai didn't leave; he listened from the side. He heard Mao Mao inquire about Nie Zhengyun's health with concern, and then chatter on and on about what she had done that day. The two of them talked on and on.
He jealously applied eye drops to Mao Mao's other ear: "Mao Mao, you should talk to him less. Nie Zhengyun... he's sick and needs to rest. If you talk to him too much, you'll bother him."
Mao Mao tilted her little head and looked over: "Really?"
Commander Lou: "Of course!"
Mao Mao immediately grabbed the phone and said, "Then, Uncle, I'll call you again tomorrow!"
Nie Zhengyun: "...Oh, okay."
Lou Dashuai: "Still fighting tomorrow!?"
Mao Mao nodded and said, "I've already made a promise with my uncle that I'll call him every day."
Commander Lou: "..."
Mao Mao tiptoed and put the receiver back on the telephone. Lou Dashuai bent down to pick her up, but saw her pick up the receiver again and start dialing.
"Maomao?"
Holding the microphone, Mao Mao only showed her father the black whorl of hair on her head: "Dad, I want to call Uncle Chen again."
"Give him a beating too?!"
“Yes, Uncle Shen is sick too. Mao Mao has already told him that she will call him every day.”
Commander Lou: "..."
He sniffed. "Mao Mao, Daddy's sick too, and he's not better yet. Don't you want to talk to Daddy?"
Mao Mao tilted her little head back, the cool microphone pressed against her chubby cheek. She blinked and said obediently, "Mao Mao sees and talks to Daddy every day."
Commander Lou: "..."
The call was quickly reconnected.
Shen Zhaolin's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello?"
Mao Mao's attention was immediately diverted, and she greeted, "Uncle Chen, it's me!"
"Oh, Mao Mao!"
"Uncle Chen, how are you today? Are you feeling better? Have you seen a doctor? Have you been eating and sleeping well?"
Commander Lou: "..."
He had no choice but to restrain himself and patiently listen to the two talking on the phone. When the second hand of the Western clock in the living room had ticked three times, Lou Dashuai's patience finally ran out.
A car stopped in front of the Marshal's Mansion, and soon Lou Yansui's voice came from outside: "Mao Mao, I'm back!"
Lou Dashuai immediately said, "Mao Mao, your fourth brother is looking for you."
"oh!"
Mao Mao immediately said to the person on the other end of the line, "Uncle Chen, my brother has gone home. I'll call you again tomorrow."
Shen Zhaolin's voice was warm: "Mao Mao, see you tomorrow."
Commander Lou immediately opened his arms.
Mao Mao jumped off the little stool, huffed and puffed as she carried it back to the corner, then her father picked her up and strode out, keeping a good distance from the phone.
"elder brother!"
"Mao Mao." Lou Yansui opened her schoolbag and took out a bag from it: "Look, what I brought you."
The contents were hidden in a paper bag, but Mao Mao's eyes lit up immediately when she smelled the aroma in the air: "Delicious!"
"That's right."
Lou Yansui opened the paper bag, revealing snow-white rice cakes inside, garnished with red dates and dried fruits, which looked very tempting.
"It was given to you by He Mingshu, a classmate from our class."
Mao Mao couldn't match the name, but when she saw the rice cake, she immediately remembered: "...the brother who sells wontons!"
Lou Yansui nodded: "It was him. He asked me to give it to you. His rice cakes are delicious."
Mao Mao excitedly reached out her hands and took the bag of fragrant rice cakes. She grabbed the top piece and fed it to her brother first. Lou Yansui lowered his head and took a big bite from her hand before taking the cake.
Why did brother give Mao Mao something delicious?
Lou Yansui thought for a moment: "Perhaps he also saw the newspaper?"
There were reports of a kindergarten fire in the newspapers, and today the condolences received from all sides were piled up like a small mountain. Jiang Cheng and others even said they wanted to visit Mao Mao at his home, but fortunately he stopped them.
"Brother, did you thank him for me?"
"Of course, I thanked him when I received it."
Mao Mao ate the rice cake with relish, thinking back, "My brother's wontons are also delicious."
Lou Yansui swallowed the rice cake in her mouth: "Tomorrow is Saturday, I'll take you to eat it."
Lou Dashuai quickly said, "Maomao, Dad will take you."
Mao Mao thought for a moment and shook her head: "No."
"Xuanxuan and I have agreed that we will go to the hospital to see Zhaozhao tomorrow."
Mao Mao has already made all the arrangements for herself.
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