"Brother Mo, you must stay for dinner today no matter what," Qi Song warmly insisted, a nostalgic glint in his eyes, "It's been almost two years since I last had a meal with Brother Mo."
His leg had been injured back when Leilei had just gotten pregnant, and now Leilei is already over a year old.
Mo Siyu comes back a few times a year, but most of the time, it's just a quick meet-up before parting again, with no time for a shared meal.
Mo Siyu's eyes darkened a bit, and he patted Qi Song's shoulder, saying, "Okay."
"Then I'll go cook," Deng Lanhua immediately said.
Qi Song then chatted with Mo Siyu. It had been a long time since they last saw each other, and Qi Song had a lot to say. It was as if the abundance of words could never be fully expressed. Even though he had left the fleet, hearing any news about it was still good.
Mo Siyu knew what he was thinking and shared some updates about their brothers.
