NABC Chapter 540: A Call from the Prison
Chapter 540: A Call from the Prison
Lu Jihan couldn’t resist his son’s adorable cuteness and finally nodded in agreement, which made Song Dabai extremely happy.He jumped and bounced around, but after just two or three seconds of joy, his head drooped listlessly.
Seeing his low spirits, Song Yinyin rubbed his little bowl-cut head and asked, "Why are you suddenly not happy anymore?"
Song Dabai lifted his little head, revealing a face full of tears, and said pitifully, "Mommy, I’m about to not see Luolu anymore."
Song Yinyin was both crying and laughing inside.
She understood her son’s feelings very well.
After finally making a close friend, they were about to be separated soon; of course he would miss them and feel reluctant to part...
"It’s okay, you can exchange contact information then, and you can still see each other online."
"Okay."
With his mommy’s comfort, Song Dabai finally felt better and wiped the tear stains off his face with his chubby little hands.
A smell of candied apples came from the kitchen; he sniffed and wrinkled his little nose, asking, "Grandpa Butler, I haven’t had any candied apples yet."
Uncle Rong took a small bowl from the kitchen and came out: "Here it comes, here it comes, Little Young Master Dabai, come try the candied apples I made."
"Okay, okay."
The little guy eagerly sat at the dining table, pulling the bowl in front of him, and as he looked at the fragrant candied apples, a smile appeared on his little face.
If you looked closely, there were still tear beads on his eyelashes, but now he was laughing; truly a little foodie at heart!
As soon as there’s good food, his bad mood disappears, just like that.
The candied apples were just made, still steaming. Song Dabai picked up a fork and stabbed a piece.
He eagerly popped it into his mouth. Uncle Rong quickly reminded, "Hey, Little Young Master, be careful, don’t burn yourself..."
Uncle Rong hadn’t finished speaking when they heard an "ah" sound, and Song Dabai covered his mouth in pain, his little face contorted with agony.
Lu Jihan lightly tapped his little nose, saying with feigned annoyance, "Uncle Rong told you to be careful, why are you in such a hurry? Got burnt, didn’t you? Quick, blow on it."
Song Dabai imitated his daddy’s gesture, blowing on his tongue a couple of times.
"Better now?" Lu Jihan asked with a frown.
Song Dabai nodded: "Yeah, yeah."
"Eat slowly, don’t burn yourself again," Lu Jihan said, pushing the small bowl closer to Song Dabai.
Lu Jihan turned to Song Yinyin and suggested, "Why don’t you have some too? I saw Uncle Rong made a lot."
Song Yinyin wanted to eat, but the thought of wearing a wedding dress soon made her shake her head, saying, "Better not, I’m afraid of gaining weight."
Uncle Rong heard her and quickly chimed in, "I’m not boasting, but the candied apples I made are master-level. You must try some, Young Mistress. Oh, and just a little taste won’t make you gain weight."
Unable to refuse Uncle Rong’s enthusiasm, Song Yinyin smiled and nodded.
She took a small bite, and it was indeed crispy and delicious, melting in the mouth.
Song Dabai looked up and asked, "Mommy, is it good?"
"Yes, it’s good."
The atmosphere was warm and harmonious, but suddenly her phone vibrated in her pocket.
Taking out the phone, she saw it was an unfamiliar number, with digits strikingly similar to the one from Wen Duoduo just now.
Thinking it was a call from Wen Duoduo, she didn’t hesitate and pressed the answer button: "Hello, Duoduo?"
But a woman’s voice came from the other end, speaking formally:
"Hello, Miss Song. I am the instructor for Song Anqi. She asked me to inform you to meet her at the Yunzhong District Correctional Facility tomorrow."