Flash Marriage, Deep Love-Chapter 124 Are You More and More Satisfied with It? (2)

"Of course!" The old lady glared sideways, with a stern face, and said, "Much more than you, brat!"

In the morning, when she received the call from Shen Lingxing saying he wanted to take her out to have fun, the old lady was very surprised, thinking the sun had risen from the west. But when she heard it was Mi Jing’s idea, she calmed down.

Despite the old lady’s disdain, Shen Lingxing’s good mood was not affected at all. He just smiled nonchalantly and said, "That just shows I have good taste."

"Knowing how good Jingjing is, you should cherish her. Don’t do something you’ll regret," the old lady said earnestly with a slightly serious expression.

"Got it." Shen Lingxing looked into the distance, his eyes somewhat dark, his voice somewhat melancholic, as if recalling some unpleasant memories.

Everything in this villa was as familiar to Mi Jing as her own home. After taking a fishing rod from the utility room, she headed into the kitchen.

Fishing was one of Fang Qingru’s hobbies. Under her influence, Mi Jing had also learned a thing or two about it.

Making fish bait was quite simple; as long as there were ingredients, it could be done. Also, her uncle Han Cailiang liked fishing too, so there usually were ready-made baits in the fridge.

"Auntie, is there any ready-made bait in the fridge?"

After washing her hands and turning off the tap, Fang Qinglan came in carrying a basket of strawberries. Not wanting to search aimlessly, Mi Jing directly asked Fang Qinglan.

"Yes!" Fang Qinglan put the basket by the sink and smiled, "Have some strawberries, just picked, they are very sweet."

Then, Fang Qinglan walked to the fridge, raised her hand to open it, and took out a dough bait in a fresh-keeping box.

Here, Mi Jing acted like she was at her own home, never being overly polite or reserved. Seeing the bright red strawberries in the basket, she picked a few, turned on the tap to wash them, and immediately started eating with relish.

"Hmm, really sweet!" After swallowing two strawberries, Mi Jing praised and then said, "Auntie, can I take Grandma to the strawberry garden to pick some strawberries later?"

"Of course, you silly girl, no need to be so polite with me." Fang Qinglan shot Mi Jing a glance and, while speaking, handed her the fresh-keeping box, saying, "Here’s the bait you wanted."

"Auntie, you are so good, just like my own mom." Mi Jing affectionately put her arm around Fang Qinglan’s plump shoulder and said with a smile.

"Your sweetness!" Fang Qinglan’s smile was filled with deep joy and affection. As she laughed, her round face suddenly stiffened a bit, and she sighed with a sense of loss, "Sigh, having daughters is indeed better! Sometimes I really envy your mom for having two caring daughters."

"Auntie, what made you suddenly think like that? I never realized you preferred girls over boys." Mi Jing teased, her mouth full of another strawberry.

"Sigh." Fang Qinglan sighed again, her expression filled with melancholy.

Mi Jing had meant to cheer up Fang Qinglan, but seeing her low spirits, she gently restrained her smile, pursed her lips, and asked, "Do you miss second cousin? Don’t worry, second cousin will be back soon."

"Really? Jingjing, has Bin called you?" All of a sudden, Fang Qinglan’s melancholy expression brightened, and she looked at Mi Jing, full of joy, asking.

"Uh... he called me when he first arrived in Africa." Mi Jing hesitated for a moment, then said.

"Sigh..."

With a sigh, Fang Qinglan’s expression turned gloomy again. Her tone carried some worry and melancholy. She complained, "Who knows what that child was thinking, Africa is so unsafe! He insisted on going there to shoot lions and wildlife. It’s been almost two months and he hasn’t even called home!"

They say parents are born worriers—this saying was once again proven true in the case of Fang Qinglan. Listening to her complaints, Mi Jing felt deeply moved. When she had gone to teach in a remote area back then, her parents had also worried a lot, afraid she couldn’t endure the hardship, and anxious for her well-being.

Compared to her situation back then, Han Bin’s current circumstances were naturally more worrying. Africa wasn’t like their home country, not only was it far away, but the situation was also particularly unstable. It was no wonder Fang Qinglan was so worried.

But seeing her sighing and worrying, Mi Jing felt somewhat helpless. She could only smile and comfort her, "Auntie, don’t worry too much. Although Africa isn’t as safe as here, cousin is with a team of professionals, with doctors traveling with them. If he gets sick, there will be people to care for him."

"That’s true, but he hasn’t called for so long, what if..."

"Don’t think like that," Mi Jing interrupted Fang Qinglan, continuing to comfort her, "Cousin is in a remote and deserted jungle. He probably can’t make international calls, which is why he hasn’t called home. He said he’d go for two or three months. If we count the time, he should be back soon."

"I hope he can come back soon, otherwise I’ll worry to death." Fang Qinglan held Mi Jing’s hand, saying, "Jingjing, when Bin comes back, you have to persuade him not to keep going to dangerous places. This trip to Africa to shoot lions is one thing, but I fear he’ll want to film a volcano eruption next!"

It seemed Han Bin did have such plans.

A drop of cold sweat slid down Mi Jing’s forehead. She gave a dry laugh and said, "Cousin probably won’t do something so dangerous, right?"

"That’s not certain!" Fang Qinglan said, rolling her eyes, "Knowing my son, his stubbornness is like a mule. Neither your uncle nor I can persuade him. He only listens to you."

Really?

Did Han Bin really listen to her that well?

How come she never noticed this?

"Alright, when he comes back, I’ll have a good talk with him." Han Bin was only two years older than Mi Jing. The two were not just close in age, but also had a very good relationship and much to talk about. So Mi Jing was well aware of many of Han Bin’s thoughts and plans.

After chatting for a while, Mi Jing left the kitchen first, carrying the bait and fishing rod towards the veranda, while Fang Qinglan followed behind her with a plate of strawberries.

"Grandma Shen, have some strawberries," Fang Qinglan displayed her hospitality enthusiastically, placing the washed strawberries on the table for the old lady to taste. Then she asked, "Would you like some vegetable juice?"

Before the old lady could answer, Mi Jing interjected while fiddling with the fishing rod, "Grandma, my aunt’s freshly squeezed vegetable juice is very tasty and healthy. You must try it."

Hearing Mi Jing’s recommendation and praise, the old lady became more interested in the vegetable juice. She smiled lightly and said, "Then I’ll trouble you."

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