Taking the microphone, she was as comfortable on stage as Jiang Nan Fang.
"Hello everyone, I'm Melody. It was hard waiting in line for ice cream, so I'm here to sing a song for you. Can I have some applause?"
She was like a touring performer, confident and seasoned on stage.
Zhan Bei Jue was watching his daughter perform live for the first time and was somewhat stunned.
As the music started, the same song was sung again with a child's voice, but the reaction from the audience was even more enthusiastic: "Oh! That was great! Sing it again!"
The crowd clamored for the younger girl to stay on stage. Jiang Nan Fang, intending to foster her confidence, asked a staff member.
"Is it okay? Can my daughter sing another song for you? And could we get an extra ice cream for it?"
More tourists were drawn to their side. Their promotional efforts were successful, and the staff were naturally pleased.
"Yes, yes, she can sing as many as she wants, and we'll give you as much ice cream as you like. What kind of music do you want? I'll find it for you."
With so many people applauding, the younger girl was inspired to perform, singing three songs on stage before coming down.
This way, the older brother didn't need to go on stage; she had earned the ice cream all by herself.
Happily carrying four ice creams back, Jiang Nan Fang gave the extra one to A Zhong.
"You've been running around with us all afternoon, you must be tired. Here, have some."
After speaking, the mother and her two children deliberately licked their ice creams simultaneously, teasing Zhan Bei Jue.
"This..."
All four of them had ice cream, but President Zhan did not, making him seem excluded. A Zhong dared not accept.
"Take it. Your boss said himself he wouldn't eat it, it's not like he's being denied. Eat yours, don't worry."
Jiang Nan Fang directly pushed the ice cream towards his lips.
Now, whether he wanted to or not, he had to eat it. A Zhong glanced at Zhan Bei Jue sheepishly.
Zhan Bei Jue stood up from under the umbrella, casually pushed his sunglasses up.
Jiang Nan Fang was just lifting her ice cream to her mouth when he, with his long arm, swung out and knocked the ice cream to the ground.
It was what she had worked hard to earn through her performance, and it fell to the ground just as she took a bite.
He wouldn't eat it, and he wouldn't let others eat it either? Jiang Nan Fang glared at him fiercely, "Zhan Bei Jue!"
Zhan Bei Jue put on an innocent expression, "Did I touch you? My apologies."
A Zhong couldn't help but chuckle a little, feeling that President Zhan, while often complaining when with his wife, had a rather subtle aura.
He always did things he wouldn't normally do.
"What are you laughing at? I'm not eating it, and you're not allowed to either," Zhan Bei Jue said, reaching out to pat him again.
"Clean up the mess on the ground, let's go. We've been here all this time and haven't played a single game. Are you planning to stay here tonight?"
A mood killer.
Since they were out to have fun, it was inhumane to not even be able to eat an ice cream on such a hot day.
Jiang Nan Fang saw a popular butterbeer ahead with not many people in line. When A Zhong returned after throwing away the trash, she grabbed his hand.
"We won't die from not eating ice cream. Come on, I'll buy you a beer."
Damn woman, always eating this or drinking that, will it ever end?
Are they ever going to leave today?
Just as he was about to call A Zhong back, Jiang Nan Fang, as if sensing what he was about to do, turned back and glared at him again.
"I'll buy you a cup too, stop calling him."
A Zhong had been working as Zhan Bei Jue's assistant since he married Jiang Nan Fang. After all these years, he had remained steadfast, seemingly earning Zhan Bei Jue's trust.
Thinking that he might be useful in the future, Jiang Nan Fang intentionally tried to win him over. They chatted while queuing.
As they were talking, a beautiful woman naturally cut in front of A Zhong.