Chapter 350 Making Phone Calls Every Day
The phone kept ringing.
Just after hanging up with Nie Zhengyun, before Mao Mao could even get off the little stool, the phone rang again.
"Hello?"
Mao Mao said confidently into the microphone, "This is Mao Mao's house. Who are you looking for?"
"Maomao!"
A sobbing voice came through the phone: "Little Mao Mao, I heard your kindergarten caught fire, waaaaah!"
"Brother Sen Sen?"
"It's me, waaaaah, waaaah—"
The crying on the phone faded into the distance, and soon, a different person answered the receiver.
Zhang Jingshu snatched the microphone from her younger brother and asked with concern, "Mao Mao, there was a fire at your kindergarten. Were you hurt? Did you go to the hospital for a check-up? Were you frightened?"
"I'm fine."
Mao Mao blinked, curiously asking, "Sister, how did you know our kindergarten caught fire?"
"Such a big thing, the whole of Haicheng knows about it!"
A fire broke out at Haicheng Kindergarten this afternoon, and the news has already spread far and wide, even before it's reported tomorrow.
These days, families who send their children to kindergarten are all either rich or powerful. The kindergarten that Mao Mao went to was also carefully selected, and the students there are all children from prominent families in Haicheng.
So many children almost got hurt, and countless families were terrified and are now in an uproar demanding an explanation.
Zhang Jingshu was well-informed in business. Although she didn't have any younger siblings in kindergarten, she immediately thought of Mao Mao.
Mao Mao attends Haicheng Kindergarten. She even called to inform her beforehand!
Upon receiving the news, Zhang Jingshu immediately called to inquire about the situation. She called several times, but the line was always busy; she almost decided to visit in person.
The reason I didn't visit her directly was because I didn't know where Mao Mao was.
She heard that many other children had been taken to the hospital. Some were taken directly from the fire scene, while others were taken there afterward due to the shock. She didn't know if Mao Mao was among them, so she called to confirm.
Fortunately, it was Mao Mao who answered the phone.
Hearing the young girl's strong, energetic voice on the other end of the phone, Zhang Jingshu breathed a sigh of relief.
She touched her younger brother, whose face was covered in tears, and said, "Mao Mao is okay, Sen Sen, don't cry."
"Oh..." Zhang Jingsen sobbed, "But, sister, I can't help it..."
Zhang Jingshu: "..."
Zhang Jingshu left her younger brother aside, letting him silently shed tears, while she occupied the phone line, saying many caring words to the girl on the other end.
After talking on the phone with her sister for a long time, Mao Mao had just put the receiver back when the phone rang again.
Mao Mao: "Hello?"
"Mao Mao!" Shen Zhaolin's anxious voice rang out on the phone: "You didn't cough... cough cough!"
He spoke urgently, barely getting to the point before he coughed violently a few times, his voice fading into the distance, as if he had drifted away from the phone.
Mao Mao pressed his ear against the microphone in confusion, and waited for a long time before his voice finally came through again.
"Mao Mao, it's me." Shen Zhaolin's voice was thick with a nasal tone. "I heard your kindergarten caught fire. I wonder if you went to kindergarten today?"
"Uncle, I'm alright."
Hearing his voice, Mao Mao asked in confusion, "Uncle, are you sick too?"
Shen Zhaolin: "Oh, it's just a little cold. There are a lot of sick people at school, so I probably caught it from them."
This uncle is sick, and that uncle is sick too.
Mao Mao's friends were all fine yesterday, but why are they all sick today!
Mao Mao earnestly reminded him, "Uncle, you must take good care of yourself, eat more, sleep more, and remember to take your medicine obediently."
Shen Zhaolin smiled and said, "I've got it. And you? Mao Mao, how were you today?"
"I'm all set!" Mao Mao raised her head. "I even went to kindergarten today."
"What?!"
Shen Zhaolin's heart tightened again: "So, you were at the fire scene today? Were you injured? How fast did you run?"
"Uncle, don't worry, I'm fine, I can run really fast!" Mao Mao proudly raised her chubby chin and said, "I even got pricked by a needle today!"
"You got pricked by a needle?!"
"Mmm, Mommy took me to the hospital and I had a lot of tests done. Uncle Chef said he's going to make me lots of delicious food." Mao Mao, holding onto the table, happily shook her little feet, her cheerful voice coming through the microphone: "Mao Mao is going to eat two bowls of rice today!"
Shen Zhaolin sneered.
It turned out to be a physical examination.
He breathed a sigh of relief. Just from the lively and cheerful little voice on the phone, he knew that Mao Mao was in good spirits. The impression that the fire had left on her mind today was probably less than that of dinner.
"It's a pity I'm sick and can't visit you, lest I infect you," Shen Zhaolin said with some regret. "You've encountered such a dangerous situation, and I can only comfort you by phone."
Mao Mao blinked. "Uncle, making phone calls is great. Since you don't go to kindergarten, we can't see each other every day, but we can make phone calls every day."
"Calling every day?"
"Uh-huh."
A smile involuntarily appeared on Shen Zhaolin's face. When he came to his senses, he found that the corners of his mouth were turned up high and he couldn't suppress it no matter how hard he tried.
“I really want to talk to you every day, but wouldn’t that be too much of a bother?” Shen Zhaolin asked restrainedly. “Maybe we can change it to every three days, or every two days.”
"It's okay, I was going to call Uncle Nie anyway."
"Mr. Nie?" Shen Zhaolin: "You've already discussed it with him?"
"Mmm." Mao Mao hugged the phone and said obediently, "Uncle is sick. Mao Mao and Uncle agreed that Mao Mao would call him every day. Uncle Shen, I'll call you after I finish talking to Uncle Nie."
Shen Zhaolin agreed without hesitation: "Okay, then I'll wait for your call!"
After making another promise, Mao Mao finally hung up the phone.
The phone rang again immediately.
Mao Mao picked up the phone again: "Hello?"
"Grandpa and Grandma?"
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I received countless phone calls.
Mao Mao's legs were sore from standing, so she stretched them by holding onto the table.
The little chubby foot, wearing socks, twitched in the air, but before it could retract, it was enveloped by a large hand.
Mao Mao cried out "Ouch!" in fright, losing her balance and falling to the side.
But instead of falling to the ground, she was picked up.
Lou Dashuai held his precious daughter in his arms like a baby, and affectionately rubbed his beard against Mao Mao's soft cheek, making Mao Mao giggle and quickly dodge to the side.
But she was right in Lou Dashuai's arms, where could she possibly hide?
Her little face turned bright red as her dad rubbed against her.
"Mao Mao, you've been on the phone for so long. What's so special about you that you can't tell your dad?" Lou Dashuai: "Smell this. Dinner's ready. Let's go eat."
Eight meat dishes, eight vegetable dishes, eight desserts, and two soups were all served on the table.
A delicious aroma filled the air, wafting from the dining room to Mao Mao's nose.
She smelled it and her eyes and lips sparkled: "Let's eat!"
"Come on, Dad will take you to eat!"
Lou Dashuai carried her to the dining room.
He didn't let go of the hand as he passed the empty seat at the end of the long table.
Mao Mao held onto his shoulder and called out in confusion, "Dad?"
Everyone else at the table turned to look at the father and daughter.
"Dad?" Lou Yansui couldn't help but ask, "Mao Mao's seat is over here."
Xia Xiaoxiang nodded vigorously: Yes!
Without turning his head or stopping, Lou Dashuai carried his daughter from one end of the long table to the other, and sat down in front of his seat, holding Mao Mao.
Mao Mao sat on his lap, tilting her head back in confusion and leaning against his broad chest: "Dad?"
"MaoMao will sit here today," Lou Dashuai said domineeringly. "Sit with Daddy, and Daddy will feed you."
"hold head high?"
The others immediately became restless.
"Dad, how could you do this?"
"We also want to sit with Mao Mao."
"Mao Mao can eat by herself, you don't need to feed her."
Old Madam Lou frowned and said sternly, "Nonsense!"
Lou Fengju, who was nearby, stretched out his hands to his sister: "Come here, Mao Mao, come to your brother."
Mao Mao obediently replied, "Oh."
She was holding onto the edge of the table, about to go over, when Lou Dashuai's arm blocked her lower abdomen and pulled her back.
"Mao Mao will sit with me today and won't go anywhere." Lou Dashuai picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of meat from the nearest bowl and brought it to Mao Mao's mouth, his deep voice rising as he said, "Come on, Mao Mao, Daddy will feed you."
With the meat right in front of her, Mao Mao immediately opened her mouth wide and took a big bite, her little face turning round and chubby.
The others exchanged glances and picked up their chopsticks, food falling from all directions into the small bowl in front of Mao Mao.
"Mao Mao, come and eat this!"
"You must have been frightened today, eat more."
"This is delicious, Mao Mao, come on, ah—"
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