I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Chapter 1616, Second Update

Today's specialty dish is braised chicken with pork intestines.

Fang Qing wasn't exaggerating; she was just telling the truth. Someone should actually pay for their meals on a daily basis.

At the dinner table, Fang Weiguo put down his chopsticks and asked, as if sensing something, "Is there something you want to say?"

The two children were unusually quiet today.

The silence was somewhat unusual.

"Uncle Fang, I've already contacted Jiangcheng, and they'll send a car to pick us up."

"This is a good thing."

Fang Weiguo immediately replied.

"Jiang Chen, thank you for troubling me again."

"Easy to do."

"Send your uncle to Jiangcheng for treatment, and your aunt won't be under so much pressure. Hopefully, the medical conditions there will help him wake up."

Whether he wakes up or not depends on fate. Jiang Chen has only done his best.

Pan Hui nodded.

"Is this all you wanted to talk about?"

Fang Weiguo mainly kept an eye on his daughter.

My daughter hasn't said anything yet.

"I plan to go to Jiangcheng together."

Jiang Chen spoke again.

Fang Weiguo and his wife were surprised, but then they understood.

"You're going to make the arrangements, right?" Pan Hui asked.

Jiang Chen remained noncommittal, then added, "Fang Qing also plans to go."

Pan Hui was taken aback.

What is your daughter going to do?
What does this have to do with my daughter?

Fang Weiguo fell silent, his gaze lingering on the two children's faces, as if he suspected they were plotting something against him.

"just go."

Although she found it a little strange, Pan Hui didn't think much of it. Her daughter wasn't a child anymore; going to the provincial capital was just a trivial matter.

Fang Weiguo remained silent, and seemed to be a little depressed.

people.

I'm always prone to seeing the devil in the woods.

That's fine from before.

He had complete trust in Jiang Chen, but everything changed after he caught his daughter in the bed next door last time.

As a father, how could I not overthink things?

"Dad, if you don't let me go, I won't go."

Princess Qing is quite filial.

Jay Chou was the idol of their generation. There's a song of his called "Listen to Mom".

Don't get stuck on a single detail.

Dads are the same.

"When did your dad say you couldn't go? Why wouldn't he let you go?"

Unaware of the situation, Pan Hui smiled and said, completely unaware that she had unwittingly put shackles on her husband.

"What are you going to do?"

Fang Weiguo asked in a sullen voice, while silently shoveling a mouthful of rice into his mouth.

"I'm going to a concert. It's Jay Chou's concert. He's getting old, and if I don't go now, I won't have many more opportunities."

"Back when you were in school, didn't you all like listening to this person's songs? Go ahead, it's a way to relive your youthful memories."

Pan Hui is quite open-minded.

Fang Weiguo gave his wife a wink, but she didn't notice at all.

With a mother like that, it's a miracle the daughter wasn't tricked by that blond guy.

"Go if you want."

If the mother doesn't care, what can the father do?
Fang Weiguo simply gave up and went all out.

"Why don't Uncle Fang and Aunt Pan come along too?"

What is emotional intelligence?

Upon hearing this, Fang Weiguo couldn't help but laugh. "Good lad."

Knowing full well that those old folks wouldn't go, they deliberately brought it up, letting the good guys get the job done.

"Okay!"

Fang Weiguo said deliberately, "Let's see how this kid handles it."

“What are we going to do? There are so many people at the concert, it’s so stuffy. I feel dizzy even when I’m walking around an underground shopping mall, how can we possibly stand that kind of environment?”

Before Jiang Chen could even respond, his wife immediately undermined him.

"What are you dizzy about? Jiang Chen will definitely arrange VIP seats for you."

Pan Hui shook her head again, "Forget it, it's just a hobby for young people, why should we join in?"

What else is there to say?
There were only four people at the table, and three of them were standing together, ganging up on him.

Fang Weiguo fell silent and stopped making any noise.

"Dad, eat some vegetables."

Fang Qing picked up a piece of chicken and put it into her father's bowl.

After dinner.

Pan Hui went into the kitchen to wash the dishes and discovered that her husband was secretly smoking in the kitchen, looking out the window with a deep and melancholy expression.

"Are you thinking about your lost first love again?"

Truck drivers all smoke, but Fang Weiguo had quit for years. He would occasionally have one, and Pan Hui wouldn't mind. Home is a haven of tolerance and understanding, not an arena for nitpicking.

Fang Weiguo didn't say anything, but just sighed deeply.

"Could it be that they lost contact for decades and then reconnected?"

Pan Hui put the bowls and plates into the sink and continued to tease.

“Playing the lute to a cow.”

Fang Weiguo shook his head, adopting an attitude of "you can't talk about ice with a summer insect."

Who are you calling a cow?

Pan Hui immediately retorted, "If I'm the ox, then you're the pig."

"You're the pig."

Despite their advanced age, they're bickering like children.

Why am I a pig?

Fang Weiguo took a deep drag of his cigarette. Because he hadn't smoked in so long, he inhaled too quickly and started coughing violently.

Pan Hui quickly went to the side, patted his back, took his cigarette, and threw it into the pool.

“If you have something on your mind, just say it. Keeping it inside and smoking only doubles the harm, you know?”

Fang Weiguo frowned, stopped coughing, and tilted his head in surprise.

"You think you're the only smart one?"

Pan Hui gently patted his back, "The relationship between parents and children is like a race. Sooner or later, she will overtake you and leave you in the dust. What we as parents need to do is to accompany her for as long as we can. When it's time to let go, don't chase after her anymore."

Fang Weiguo was moved.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Pan Hui joked, "No wonder men all prefer sons. Fathers of daughters have to endure so much. It's tough."

"I don't like sons, I prefer daughters."

Fang Weiguo immediately replied.

Pan Hui smiled, and seeing her husband stop coughing, she put her hand down. "Who was calling me 'son-in-law' so sweetly before? How come you look like you've been robbed now? Lao Fang, I've been with you my whole life, and I never knew you were such a fickle and hypocritical person."

Fang Weiguo was indignant and disagreed with this assessment, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he could not refute it.

Yes.

As a father.

It seems that I always easily fall into a vortex of contradictions.

"Alright, if you really don't want to, just go out and tell your daughter you don't agree, and she definitely won't go."

Fang Weiguo pursed his lips and remained silent.

"It's just a concert, is it really necessary? The two kids are probably just fulfilling a wish they had for each other when they were little."

Fang Weiguo slowly exhaled, then revealed a bitter smile.

"You said it yourself, you'll take responsibility if anything happens."

"I'll take responsibility."

Pan Hui walked to the sink and said, "Hurry up and help wash the dishes."