The Prodigal Son: I Can Foresee the Future

Chapter 241

The old man was very angry, but the old man was very angry.

Wang Lanmei's cooking skills have always been good.

However.

Chen Jia and Lin Ming had no taste for this meal.

Although the two had tried their best to guide the old couple Wang Lanmei not to think about those unhappy things.

But it was obviously in vain.

Song Shengquan and Wang Lanmei are old.

While they were aggrieved, they were still worried about their children all the time.

They said unpleasant words, but they were worried about how they were doing, whether they ate well, whether their work was going well...

As for Lin Ming and Chen Jia.

No matter how good their relationship with the old couple Wang Lanmei was.

When it comes to these things, I am just an outsider after all.

They would not comment on each other's right or wrong, but only express their feelings in their hearts.

Halfway through lunch.

There was a knock on the door of Wang Lanmei's house.

When she opened it, she saw a staff member of a cake shop standing outside with a big cake.

"Hello, is this Ms. Wang Lanmei?"

"Yes, it's me." Wang Lanmei was full of surprise.

The staff member said: "This is the cake that Mr. Song Yunfeng ordered from us. In fact, Mr. Song Yunfeng had already booked the cake last night, but because of the order error on our side, it was delivered to you late. I apologize to you here."

"To apologize, we added a little dessert for you."

"Yunfeng?"

Wang Lanmei took the cake in her hand in a daze.

She didn't wake up until the cake shop staff left completely.

"Old man..."

Wang Lanmei walked into the house with the cake and said hurriedly: "Yunfeng... Yunfeng ordered a cake for you!"

Song Yunfeng is the eldest son of the old couple.

"Yunfeng?!"

Song Shengquan stood up suddenly.

Even if he pretended well before, he was still very excited at this moment.

He put down the wine glass in his hand and came to Wang Lanmei tremblingly.

He stared at the cake with wrinkled eyes for a long time without saying anything.

There were a few words written on the cake-my dear father, happy birthday!

"Grandpa Song, let me tell you, they didn't forget your birthday, but they were busy with work, so they didn't come back." Lin Ming shouted with a smile.

Song Shengquan didn't say anything.

Just then, Song Shengquan's old-fashioned mobile phone with only buttons rang.

Wang Lanmei picked it up and burst into tears of joy: "It's Yunfeng, Yunfeng called you!"

Song Shengquan took the phone in silence.

He communicated with his son in a majestic tone and demeanor.

He asked about work, life, and even his grandson and daughter-in-law.

Wang Lanmei took the phone afterwards.

While covering her face, she reported to Song Yunfeng that she was safe.

She didn't say a word of complaint.

She kept telling him to take good care of himself and not to worry about the family, because they were both healthy.

After hanging up the call with the eldest son.

The second son, the third son, and the youngest daughter all called.

They kept talking until almost 1 o'clock.

Wang Lanmei hung up the last call excitedly and happily.

"Drink!"

Song Shengquan sat down next to Lin Ming.

"Grandpa Song, look how happy you are, and you still say you don't care?" Lin Ming teased.

Song Shengquan shook his head and didn't say much.

After three rounds of wine and five kinds of dishes, Lin Ming said goodbye with the help of Chen Jia.

It was not until they left.

Song Shengquan looked at the cake that had already been cut at Xuanxuan's urging.

"He is indeed a capable man." Song Shengquan suddenly said.

Wang Lanmei paused: "Lin Ming?"

"Yes."

Song Shengquan nodded.

He took a piece of grapes cut in half from the cake.

"Yunfeng knows that I am allergic to grapes, so he can't order a cake with grapes for me."

Wang Lanmei was silent.

...

In the rental house.

"Have you gained weight!"

Chen Jia threw Lin Ming on the sofa, gasping for breath.

The rising and falling chest made Lin Ming, who was not drunk, feel a flame in his heart.

"What are you looking at? Grandpa Song is old, can't you drink less with him!" Chen Jia complained again.

"Isn't it happy today?"

"When are you unhappy?"

Chen Jia glared at Lin Ming.

Then he said: "You did it, didn't you?"

What?" Lin Ming looked puzzled.

"The cake, and those phone calls!" Chen Jia said.

"You're overthinking this. Grandpa Song's children are either abroad or in other provinces. How can I have such a great ability? Besides, I don't even know them, okay?" Lin Ming said.

"Why don't you tell me the truth? I know everything. You made a phone call when you went to the bathroom, and then the cake was delivered." Chen Jia said.

She knew Lin Ming too well.

Even if there was no definite evidence, she still subconsciously felt that it was Lin Ming who ordered the cake, and it was also Lin Ming who called Song Yunfeng and others to tell them that today was Song Shengquan's birthday.

Lin Ming did not deliberately defend himself, anyway, Chen Jia was not an outsider.

Of course, he did not make any explanation.

The cake was indeed ordered by him.

The reason why Song Yunfeng and others called Song Shengquan was indeed arranged by him.

Although as he said, he did not know Song Yunfeng and others.

But for those who have the ability to predict the future As Lin Ming said, it was not difficult to find Song Yunfeng and his friends' phone numbers.

Lin Ming knew it very well.

No matter how much he and Chen Jia comforted them, it was not as good as a phone call from Song Yunfeng and his friends.

Even if this kind of concern was only remembered after being reminded by others.

...

Slept for an afternoon.

When Lin Ming woke up again, night had fallen.

The alcohol in his body completely dissipated, and Lin Ming felt that he was full of energy now, and he could persist in doing anything for several hours!

"Mom, mom, this is the chocolate that Dad bought for me, take a bite for you! "

Inside the kitchen, there came Xuanxuan's crisp voice.

Lin Ming was a little dazed.

This seemed to be the scene in his dream after the divorce?

He looked out the window.

At 7 o'clock in the evening, the city was brightly lit with neon lights.

The aroma of food filled the kitchen.

The sound of car horns came from far away.

Cartoons were playing on the small LCD TV.

The clothes in the washing machine were constantly rolling...

The real happiness in life has always been the warmth of the dim lights and the fulfillment of firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Lin Ming had never felt so warm as at this moment.