I go north, you go south

Ling Bei opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't find any reason to refute.

He had to admit that Fang Jiaming's words made sense.

He couldn't just focus on the present, he had to complete the exam for Nan Zishu.

Obviously Fang Jiaming's plan is the safest method at present.

"Then do as you say."

Ling Bei nodded in compromise, his expression a little gloomy: "But I only have one request."

"When things here are almost settled, let me go back with you."

"Of course that's no problem."

Fang Jiaming was a little funny: "Your mother and I are living in seclusion now, where can we not stay?"

"Anyway, we have to wait until Shu Shu's health is completely fine before we can go back. We can't abduct her tomorrow."

"She makes me look like the kind of evil mother-in-law who beats up mandarin ducks."

"Everyone's evil mother-in-law protects her son, but you protect your daughter-in-law..."

Ling Bei gave a rare relaxed smile: "The focus of your preference is different from others."

"What? Do you have an opinion?"

Fang Jiaming glared at Ling Bei.

Ling Bei suppressed a smile: "No objection, it's good."

"Then let's plan this first. I will contact reliable people in the next few days to arrange another full-body examination for Shu Shu."

Fang Jiaming stood up and patted his son on the shoulder: "Just finish the work at hand, and we will go back together then."

"Maybe we can celebrate the New Year together."

"Ah."

Ling Bei nodded.

……

After the two returned to the living room, they saw Nan Zishu standing in front of the refrigerator rummaging through the boxes.

"Shu Shu." Ling Bei immediately strode forward to her side, "What are you looking for? I'll help you get it."

"Abei, do you have chili sauce at home?" Nan Zishu looked at him expectantly.

"Chili sauce?" Ling Bei was puzzled: "Why did you suddenly think of looking for chili sauce?"

Although he said this, he still acted very honestly and took out a bottle of chili sauce from the refrigerator.

"This was originally intended to be used as a seasoning for your braised fish."

Ling Bei said as he unscrewed the can with ease, "But you are not in good health at this time, and I don't dare to cook the fish for you, so I put it in the refrigerator."

Nan Zishu's eyes lit up when he smelled the rich and spicy smell.

"The rice is tasteless, I'll make some hot sauce mixed with rice."

Nan Zishu directly took the glass can from Ling Bei's hand, sat back on the chair happily, scooped out a full spoonful of chili sauce and put it on the rice.

Then stir stir and stir again.

Looking at the red oily rice, Nan Zishu didn't forget to push the hot sauce in front of Fang Jiaming.

"Mom, do you want some?"

"I'm not coming."

Fang Jiaming waved his hand and suddenly looked back at Ling Bei with a confused smile: "Xiao Bei, I remember that you said before that you like your daughter, right?"

"Well, what happened?"

"Then I can congratulate you in advance."

Fang Jiaming glanced meaningfully at the "appetizing" rice in front of Nan Zishu, "You may be about to get what you want."

As soon as these words came out, Ling Bei and Nan Zishu were quite stunned for a moment.

"Mom, can you see this?!"

Nan Zishu lowered his head and glanced at his extremely flat belly, and pursed his lips in disbelief.

"Haven't you ever heard of the old saying, 'Sour son and spicy woman'?"

Fang Jiaming raised his chin towards Nan Zishu's bowl: "Isn't this obvious?"

"Mom, you can't believe this, right?"

"Sometimes, the old saying has a certain truth." (End of Chapter)