Chapter 90 2/2

Jiang Wanlan had long been looking forward to the date, leaving aside his current work to wait for Lu Jing and Jiang Li at the doorstep.

If it weren’t for the convenience of aircraft, shuttling around would be meaningless. As the child grew older, considering his independence, Jiang Wanlan even thought about picking him up at the school gate.

The central area was warmer than the military training ground. Jiang Li wore a cotton-padded hoodie with a hood covering his head.

“Dad!”

“Baby!” Jiang Wanlan’s eyes softened, taking his backpack. “Dinner is ready.”

They walked inside together; the house was heated, and Jiang Li took off his hat, revealing his hair, now black and grown due to the one-centimetre-per-month rate.

Jiang Wanlan was shocked. “This hair?”

Even if the barber compensated him with five thousand yuan, he wouldn’t let him touch it!

Jiang Li smiled. “Dad did it for me.”

At that moment, Lu Jing’s left foot just stepped inside.

Because the left foot entered first, he was driven out.

Rather than saying his son’s hairstyle wasn’t valuable, Jiang Wanlan pushed Lu Jing outside, glaring, “Why don’t you shave your head like that?”

Lu Jing: “…”

Jiang Wanlan suspiciously said, “Are you, as the chief instructor, setting an example and giving your son a crew cut to teach a lesson?”

During their university days, military training was stricter, and barbers were present for on-site haircuts.

“Isn’t that too old-fashioned? I thought you becoming the chief instructor was a moment of enlightenment.”

Lu Jing: “No.”

Lu Jing honestly explained, “It was Cen Lang’s suggestion.”

Jiang Wanlan rested his chin on Lu Jing’s shoulder, questioning, “Then why is our son like this?”

Lu Jing hugged him and said, “I don’t know.”

Jiang Wanlan is reasonably suspected; “Cen Lang might know.”

Cen Lang, carrying roast chicken and wine, calmly entered, greeting, “Uncle Jiang, Uncle Lu.”

Jiang Wanlan: “You’re on vacation too?”

Cen Lang smiled and said, “Not on duty, so I have more time off.”

The Amis Federation was making minor disturbances at the border. Warships would come and brush against their defence lines, acting cowardly, and the military’s response was indifferent, focusing on upgrading their own ships.

Both sides were quietly upgrading their preparedness, needing time.

Cen Lang saw through their tricks, and with no imminent conflict, he didn’t need to stay with the space fleet.

This time back on Earth, he first checked his parents’ arms factory’s progress, tested new weapons, and proposed practical improvement suggestions.

He didn’t go to see Jiang Ping’s military training, waiting until it was over.

Pretending to just learn about Jiang Li’s hairstyle, Cen Lang said, “I’ll take Jiang Ping to a professional barber for a fix.”

Jiang Wanlan said, “Sure.”

Cen Lang: “I’ll go upstairs to check on Jiang Li.”

Jiang Li was applying glycerine to his hands, still not fully healed from the frostbite.

“Knock, knock.”

“Come in.” Jiang Li turned and saw Cen Lang, gripping his hand. “Why are you back?”

Cen Lang: “Consider it a business trip.”

Jiang Li stood up and said, “Oh, then let’s go downstairs for dinner.”

Cen Lang: “Let me see your hand.”

Jiang Li extended his hand. In just a month, his fingers had become a bit rough, but overall, they were long and fair, except for some cracking near the nails.

Cen Lang: “Does it hurt?”

Jiang Li withdrew his hand and said, “It’s okay.”

He fluttered his dark eyelashes, mimicking Cen Lang’s casual tone: “I’m afraid of getting lice from washing my hair every day. It’s just that my fingers touch water too often. It’ll be fine in a couple of days back home.”

Cen Lang closed his eyes in regret and guilt.

“Sorry, I spoke without thinking.”

Spreading rumours about Jiang Li having the skill of growing lice and similar sensational moves are now permanently prohibited.

Cen Lang sighed. “I’ll take you to the barber.”

Jiang Li: “No need; it doesn’t affect my daily life.”

Cen Lang felt a pang of heartache; his rebellious younger brother had cut his hair into a rebellious style.

“I brought the roast chicken you like. Let’s eat.”

Jiang Li, slightly tanned and slimmed down, needed some nourishment.

Jiang Li asked, “Do you have to be eighteen to enter the space base?”

Cen Lang: “Yes.”

Jiang Li frowned; then, he was still a minor.

At the Jiang family dinner table, the roast chicken Cen Lang brought was placed in front of Jiang Li, and wine was given to Lu Jing.

Cen Lang helped Jiang Li tear off a golden, flavorful chicken leg.

Jiang Wanlan suddenly chatted, “Whoever becomes Cen Lang’s wife will surely be happy.”

Cen Lang: “I have no such plans.”

“Really?” Jiang Wanlan gossipingly said, “Your grandfather wants to arrange a blind date for you and even asked me to introduce Omega candidates. But I don’t know any young ones. Do you mind the age difference?”

Cen Lang immediately declined, “I do.”

Jiang Wanlan said, “Alright, I’ll find an excuse to refuse the old man. I won’t meddle anymore.”

Jiang Li bit into the chicken leg, thinking that with such a long average lifespan, what’s wrong with an age difference? His father’s thinking was quite narrow-minded!