The Weibo post read: "Sorry, I didn’t expect it to turn out like this."
Netizens had always known he and Bo Leng didn’t get along. Given the circumstances, they could easily fill in the blanks: Si Lisao was drunk.
"Get out!" Bo Leng seethed.
He now seriously suspected Si Lisao had done it on purpose! That brat’s post was simply pouring oil on the fire! And he still had to explain to his wife why the "Virgo White Rice" he’d made wasn’t for her. Even for a man of his status, it was tough!
anwhile, Lou Manman had eaten her fill and was sitting in the living room, digesting. Seeing Si Lisao’s post, she grew furious. He had the inclination to cook for Si Lisao but had told her in a curt tone, "I can’t do it!" Lou Manman was so angry she couldn’t even stomach her after-al dessert.
Si Mingjing sat next to her and said, "Sister-in-law, Big Brother surely wanted to make it for you, but the end product was a failure and ended up being given to the Crown Prince."
Lou Manman was not so easily fooled. "I think that pot of rice looks perfectly fine!"
Si Mingjing continued, "With today’s beauty filters, even a pile of poop can look appetizing in photos."
Lou Manman chuckled. She figured, considering the relationship between her husband and the Prince Regent, it must have been truly awful for him to offer it to the Prince Regent.
Si Mingjing added, "Maybe Big Brother originally wanted to cook personally to surprise you, but he ssed it up because he doesn’t know how to cook..."
"That must be it," Lou Manman said. "I sent him a photo of the dishes your husband made, and he angrily told he couldn’t do it. But I know him; he’s soft-hearted despite his stubbornness. He must have tried secretly because he really wants to please ."
Lou Manman’s anger subsided, and she started to miss her own husband a little.
It had been many days since she last saw Bo Leng.
A month after she beca pregnant, they had transferred the baby to an artificial incubation egg. The doctor told her she needed a month of good rest, so Bo Leng didn’t allow her to visit the baby at the hospital. Now, Lou Manman was overco with longing and decided to call Bo Leng.
Bo Leng received a call from his wife. He figured she was calling to give him a piece of her mind and hesitated. Should he answer? If he did, it would surely be a volcanic eruption. If he didn’t, she’d hold it against him for a lifeti, bringing it up whenever she was upset.
Knowing Lou Manman’s temperant, Bo Leng ultimately chose to answer.
The man, not one for words, braced himself for his wife to lash out over the phone. He decided he would take the scolding without talking back. Sotis, a man just needed to keep his mouth shut and not argue with a woman, or else... After more than a decade as a couple, Bo Leng and Lou Manman had extensive experience in these situations.
To his surprise, a voice filled with deep longing cooed through the phone, "Hubby."
Bo Leng was dumbfounded.
"I saw it," Lou Manman said. "Although I didn’t get to eat it, I’ll wait for you to co ho from the hospital and cook it for ."
Such understanding from Lou Manman truly puzzled Bo Leng. This wasn’t how he expected this to go. He asked, "What happened?"
"The Queen told you made that pot of white rice for . I saw it. Keep up the good work!"
Lou Manman then blew a loud kiss through the phone.
Hearing the sound, Bo Leng’s simring anger instantly vanished. So, it was his little sister’s doing.
Bo Leng said, "I intended to cook porridge, but it turned into a pot of rice."
"PUFFT!" Lou Manman exclaid, then laughed. "Haha, you must not have added enough water."
Bo Leng took the initiative to ask his wife for advice. "How much water should I add?"
"The more, the better. How much did you put in?"
"About to the first knuckle of my index finger."
"Well, that explains why it beca a pot of rice! That’s the amount of water you need for cooking rice. If you want to make porridge, the general ratio of rice to water is about one to eight."
Seeing Lou Manman chatting enthusiastically, Si Mingjing quietly left the living room, not wanting to disturb Lou Manman and her big brother’s long, sweet phone call.
Mo Yinhe went to give Little Xiangru a bath.
Si Mingjing returned to the guest room, where the father and son had just finished bathing.
The two of them, one big and one small, were like mirror images, each with a white towel wrapped around their waist. Little Xiangru imitated his father, coolly shaking his wet hair.
Mo Yinhe, holding a hairdryer, was drying his son’s hair and urged her, "Go take a shower."
"Okay."
After Si Mingjing took a bath and ca out of the bathroom, the father and son had already dried their hair and were lying in bed watching a movie together.
It was an apocalypse film, and Little Xiangru watched with great interest, primarily because the plot was exceptionally well-designed.
Mo Yinhe waved her over. "Co here, let dry your hair."
Si Mingjing smiled contentedly and sat down on the bed’s edge, letting Mo Yinhe dry her hair.
Her husband’s fingers running through her hair felt gentle and pleasantly tingly.
While Mo Yinhe was drying her hair, she said, "Today, Professor Yan told that I should start a traditional Chinese dicine program at Shendu dical College. He said that there are actually many good things about traditional Chinese dicine. It would be a pity if it isn’t promoted like Western dicine. The Mu Continent should have more talents in traditional Chinese dicine."
"That’s a very good suggestion."
"But where can I find traditional Chinese dicine teachers? I definitely don’t have enough energy to stay in Shendu and teach. I want to bring my two ntors back from Prison Star."
Si Mingjing still didn’t know that Ye Shen had taken Bo Fengyin to Prison Star to pick up her ntors and was already planning his return.
"In a few days, Bai Chuanfeng will be escorted to Prison Star. When the ti cos, could you think of a way to bring my two ntors back on the return trip? How about that?"
Mo Yinhe smiled without a word. "Okay."
Si Mingjing, fearing her ntors might not agree to co back, said, "If they don’t agree, just tie them up and bring them back!"
"I’ll do as you say."
Mo Yinhe continued to dry her hair. His movents were very gentle, treating her as if she were a delicate porcelain doll, his hands seemingly unable to let go.
After her hair was dry, Si Mingjing lay down on Little Xiangru’s other side. The three of them snuggled together, watching the movie. This kind of life is truly wonderful, she thought with a contented sigh.
Hearing her sigh, Mo Yinhe said, "This is normal life for most families—three als a day, through all four seasons."
Leaning on his shoulder, Si Mingjing said, "Ti flies. It’s been a whole eight months since I returned to Earth. These eight months, everything has felt like a dream, full of surprises. It’s like I’ve experienced all the peak monts one could hope for in a lifeti. If my two ntors ca, they definitely wouldn’t believe everything I’ve been through."
In these eight months, she had avenged her mother, found love and family, and beco the most prestigious woman on the Mu Continent. It seed like heaven had sent her to Earth specifically to compensate for the suffering she had endured on Prison Star.
"Mingjing, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?" Mo Yinhe asked. He knew her primary reason for coming to Earth had been to avenge her mother.
"I don’t know," Si Mingjing replied. "My current goal is to see the pandemic end soon, and then to start a traditional Chinese dicine program at Shendu Hospital."
"Actually, you could start a traditional Chinese dicine program in Yecheng," Mo Yinhe suggested. "Many countries on land are interested in it too. Yecheng is a cultural hub between the mainland countries and the mariti nations. If you start the program there, people from all over the world interested in traditional Chinese dicine could co to learn. We agreed, once things are settled here, you’ll co back to Yecheng with ."
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