Deserted Island: The Survival Journey of a Beautiful President

"Girl, eat more, look at how thin you are"

Mother Yang Yujuan picked up a spare rib and put it in Ayi's bowl.

At this time, the little girl's bowl was stuffed to the brim, the surface was covered with meat, and the pile was as high as a hill.

The same goes for Mo Qing.

The son he had been thinking about finally came back, and brought them a daughter along the way, and the old couple were naturally elated.

The dazzling array of meals on the table is the best proof of their joy.

The more Mo Jianguo and Yang Yujuan saw Ayi, the more they liked her. They wanted a daughter a long time ago.

It was only because of the one-child policy back then that there was only one son, Mo Qing.

"Girl, does the food here suit your appetite?" Yang Yujuan looked at Ayi with a smile.

"Uh-huh"

Ayi nodded desperately. Before returning to China, Mo Qing took her to taste a lot of delicacies in Dashi and Siam. Those foods are exquisite and taste good.

But nothing compares to the food I am eating now.

Even though the dishes on this table use the most common ingredients and the simplest cooking techniques, the family atmosphere on the table is simply incomparable outside.

Ayi wolfed down the food, although she was petite, she had a lot of food.

In terms of appetite, the average adult man can't match her.

"After that, whatever you want to eat, Auntie will make it for you."

"it is good"

Ai smiled contentedly.

"Son, come on, let's go together." Mo Jianguo picked up his white wine glass.

"Um"

The father and son had a drink.

After pouring the spicy baijiu into his mouth, Mo Qing took a deep breath, since he hadn't drank baijiu for a long time, he was somewhat unaccustomed to it.

"You drink less alcohol, your body is not ignorant," Yang Yujuan reminded.

Every time Mo Jianguo drank, Yang Yujuan would always chatter beside him.

Over the years, he has gotten used to it, and he always answers the same words every time, "I'm happy today, don't drink too much, don't drink too much"

"Dad, let's drink less, half a glass is enough," Mo Qing advised.

"Hey, it's fine"

Hearing his son's persuasion, Mo Jianguo looked at the bottle of white wine on the table reluctantly.

He doesn't have any special hobbies on weekdays, he just likes to drink a few sips of wine, even if he doesn't have any food or people, he still likes to drink freely by himself.

But this hobby has been restricted since he was diagnosed with high blood pressure.

Only occasionally on festivals or other special days can we have a few drinks.

Ayi stared curiously at the transparent liquor in the glass.

Mo Jianguo said with a smile: "Honey, do you want to try it?"

Ai nodded quickly.

"Hey, okay, I'll get you a cup"

Mo Jianguo took out a small wine glass from the kitchen and poured a small spoonful of wine.

“This drink is strong enough”

Holding the small wine glass, Ayi drained the white wine in one gulp.

The rich aroma of wine lingered in her nasal cavity, and the spicy wine stimulated her mouth and throat.

Ayi opened his mouth wide and exhaled heavily, "It's so spicy, so spicy!"

It's not that she hasn't drunk alcohol, but it's all fruit wine brewed by the tribe, so it can't be compared with white wine in terms of alcohol content.

Mo Jianguo looked at Ayi's appearance and laughed, just like the smile of an elder who succeeded in a prank when he was teasing a child.

"Come, come, Auntie will serve you a bowl of soup"

Yang Yujuan served Ayi a bowl of pork rib soup, which she simmered on low heat for an hour.

Delicious.

After drinking the soup, Ayi immediately felt much better.

She glanced at the small wine glass on the table, and immediately pushed it away.

The family of four happily finished the dinner.

balcony.

Mo Qing was smoking a cigarette, looking at the lights of Wanjia outside the window.

A sound of footsteps came from behind.

Mo Qing caught a glimpse of the figure behind him, subconsciously trying to hide the cigarette dangling from his mouth.

Suddenly remembered that my father knew that he had been smoking for several years.

"After floating outside for so long, you still haven't quit smoking?" Mo Jianguo said.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to quit for the rest of my life"

Mo Qing exhaled a smoke ring, recalling the moment when he first started smoking in his mind.

At that time, he had just graduated from university and learned to smoke because of the pressure of work.

During that time, I often started with one pack a day.

Gradually it got out of hand.

The young people who have just entered the society have not yet got rid of the routine of their school days, fearing that their father will be angry because they smoke.

So when I smoke at home, I always hide and hide.

Until one day when his father found out, Mo Qing was still a little scared at that time, but Mo Jianguo just told him: "Smoking less, it's not good for your health."

"Smoking less, it's not good for your health"

Those familiar words brought Mo Qing back to reality.

"it is good"

Mo Qing extinguished the cigarette butt, "Dad, during the time I've been away, is your family okay?"

"Fortunately, it's just that your mother often couldn't sleep. At the beginning, she always liked to wake up and cry in the middle of the night, but she gradually stopped crying.
But the problem of insomnia has not been solved, and I need to take medicine to help sleep."

Mo Jianguo's tone was flat, "But now your mother is fine, she sleeps soundly, eats well, and is always energetic."

Behind the plain tone are countless sad days and nights.

"Dad, I'm sorry," Mo Qing blamed himself.

"What are you saying sorry to my family?" Mo Jianguo expressed displeasure, "Your mother and I are doing well, it's good that you can come back."

"By the way, Dad, I might have to go out tomorrow, and I'll be back in a day or two."

"Where are you going?" Mo Jianguo looked slightly flustered.

"City next door, meet people"

"Okay, be careful on the road"

"Um"

This night, the father and son chatted a lot, from things on the deserted island to some interesting things about their childhood.

Ten p.m.

Mo Qing lay on the familiar big bed and sent a message to Han Ling.

Mo Qing: [Have you rested? 】

After the message was sent, it was almost a second reply.

Han Ling: [Not yet, all the relatives at home are here, so tired! 】

Mo Qing: [Tomorrow I'm going to the next city, after we're done with work, let's pick a day to meet both parents]

Han Ling: [There is no rush for this matter, just wait for a while]

Mo Qing: [Well, it’s up to you to decide]

Han Ling; [My dad may have said something unpleasant to you at the airport today, I apologize to you]

Mo Qing: [Stop, your dad didn't say anything to me, he just gave me a bank card, saying that he took 100 million to thank me for protecting you, but I didn't ask for the money]

[As far as I regard money as dung and stand firm in the face of temptation, am I proud of your husband? 】

Han Ling: [Proud, my husband is the best]

Mo Qing; [That must be]

Han Ling: [Let's talk again tomorrow, I have something to deal with now]

Mo Qing; 【Okay, good night wife, go to bed early】

Han Ling: [Good night]

Chat is over.

Mo Qing put down the phone, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He has already felt Han Ling's father's attitude.

If I want to marry Han Ling as my wife, I'm afraid it will be very difficult!