Translator: 549690339
Qin Xue wanted to give Qin Lang a piece of her mind whenever she saw his annoying expression.
“Qin Xue, watch your mouth!” Before Qin Lang could say anything, Nangong Shulan scolded her.
“Mom.” Qin Xue glared at her mother.
“Don’t think calling me mom will help; do I teach you to treat guests that way?” Nangong Shulan looked at her eldest daughter wearily.
Why did she find her daughter so lovable and well-behaved at times, yet unreasonable at others?
*Humph.* Qin Xue snorted angrily, staring at Qin Lang before sitting down in a huff.
“Young man, don’t mind her. She still has a lot to learn,” Nangong Shulan said helplessly as she looked at her daughter.
“It’s alright, Auntie. You don’t have to call me ‘young man,’ just call me Qin Lang,” Qin Lang said with a smile.
“Qin Lang, Qin Lang…” Nangong Shulan repeated with a strained smile, looking at his somewhat familiar face. It couldn’t be that he was the same Qin Lang, could it?
“Auntie, is something wrong?” Qin Lang asked.
“Oh, it’s nothing. I just didn’t expect you to be a Qin too. It’s quite a surprise,” Nangong Shulan replied, adjusting her emotions.
“Yes, it’s quite a coincidence,” Qin Lang said, not missing Nangong Shulan’s expression.
Why would Qin Xue’s mother have such a reaction upon hearing his name?
Could it be that she knew him? Qin Lang searched his memory over and over but was certain he had never met Qin Xue’s mother.
“Xue’er, I brought back the baby walker; it’s in the room.
Also, a man named Cui Da brought a bag of shelled shrimp for you, saying you asked him to get it.
I paid him, and I put the shrimp in a basin in the kitchen.
Take a look and see how you want to handle it,” Chu Molin said eagerly as he came out of the room and started talking about the morning’s events.
“Ah, crayfish?” Qin Xue’s anger disappeared the moment she heard it.
Crayfish, her favorite! Who could stay angry when faced with their favorite food?
“Molin, let’s have spicy crayfish this afternoon,” Qin Xue suggested, swallowing her saliva.
“Can I eat it?” Chu Molin asked.
“Wait a moment, let me check your wound first. Then I’ll tell you if you can eat it or not.” Right now, Qing Xue’s mind was full of crayfish.
“Alright.” Chu Molin knew his wound had already healed.
It didn’t matter to him if Qin Xue checked it or not. He would let her check just to put her at ease.
“What’s this about spicy crayfish? Is it delicious?” Qin Lang, a fellow food lover, asked.
Hearing their conversation, he had to know more.
“It’s delicious, spicy and numbing. It’s super refreshing to eat,” Qin Xue replied immediately, forgetting that she was mad at Qin Lang.
This was the feeling of foodies meeting foodies; it was purely satisfying.
“Can I have dinner at your home this afternoon? I can pay for the meals,” Qin Lang asked quickly.
“Sure, it’s US$10 per meal. Dinner’s at 7 sharp, don’t be late.” Qin Xue agreed, no money should go unearned.
“Great, deal.” Qin Lang wasn’t short on cash, so he didn’t mind the US$10.
“Alright, come over this afternoon,” Qin Xue decided.
“Molin, let’s go to the room so I can check your wound,” Qin Xue hurriedly pulled Chu Molin away, completely ignoring her mother and Qin Lang.
“This girl goes as the wind blows,” Nangong Shulan sighed as she watched her daughter and son-in-law holding hands, walking back to their room.
“Auntie, it’s nice to have a personality like Qin Xue’s.” Qin Lang liked Qin Xue’s high-spirited demeanor; it was full of life.
Her energy could be infectious, making people around her happy.
Qin Lang thought people like her had kind hearts. After all, despite being annoyed with him one moment, the next she agreed to let him have dinner at their house.
Though she took his US$10, she still agreed, didn’t she?