Reborn: I'll Never Fail My Childhood Sweetheart Again

Early the next morning, just as dawn broke, Su Zelin, who was still sound asleep in bed, was woken up by Su Jianjun, telling him to hurry up and have breakfast while it was hot.

The breakfast wasn’t cooked by Zhao Lixia. Granny Su was still asleep. She knew that Su Zelin either slept in or went for a morning run, so he wouldn’t eat breakfast so early. She usually got up after seven.

It was rare for Su Jianjun to cook, and his intention wasn’t just about the meal.

Since Su Zelin brought back the Santana yesterday, Old Su had been restless all night, eager to be a dashing man.

However, waking his son up early without a reason wasn’t quite right, so Dad Su had the bright idea to make breakfast, thus giving him a legitimate reason.

Su Zelin, rubbing his sleepy eyes and yawning repeatedly, felt unhappy.

He had been driving for most of the day yesterday, had a little drink during the family dinner in the evening, and was planning to sleep in, but plans never go as expected.

Dad, you really are a dog!

Can’t you let your son rest properly? This isn’t good for a young person’s growth. I still want to grow another 5cm!

"What’s up, Dad? It’s not even light out yet!"

Su Zelin was visibly annoyed.

"Son, I’m just worried you’ll be hungry!"

Old Su replied with a smile.

No choice, now that I need something from the kid, I have to humble myself a bit.

"Yesterday, I ate more than half a plate of pineapple fried chicken, over a dozen pieces of Dongpo pork, half a braised fish, plus a whole heap more, and three bowls of rice. Do you think I’d be hungry?"

Su Zelin rolled his eyes, "Let’s be frank, Dad, we’re family, not outsiders. If you want to go for a drive, just say so!"

"Hehe, no one knows me better than you, son. My hands are itching, so hurry up and have breakfast. Once you’re done, let’s take a spin with Uncle Qin!"

Su Jianjun roped in Qin Daqing as well.

Su Zelin turned his eyes and sighed, "Dad, there’s not much fuel left in the car. The company only subsidizes two hundred yuan of fuel costs a month, and most of it was used up coming back."

This kid, trying to play his dad again...

Su Jianjun knew exactly what his son was up to, but he was eager to be the wind-following man.

"No problem, I’ll give you fifty yuan later!"

Back then, fuel prices were cheaper, and fifty yuan could get quite a bit.

However, it was obvious that this couldn’t satisfy Su Zelin’s insatiable ambition.

"Fifty yuan?"

The loafer looked on with disdain.

Dad, you really don’t take this seriously.

If it were a taxi, that pitiful amount of gas wouldn’t even be enough to circle the gas station!

"A hundred!"

Su Jianjun gritted his teeth and doubled the ante.

"Don’t know why, but I’m feeling a bit sleepy again."

Su Zelin, too lazy to argue, lay back in bed, turned over, and pulled the quilt over himself.

"I’ll fill it up for you!"

Su Jianjun was so angry he was practically huffing and puffing.

Just borrowing the car to take a spin, and I have to fill the tank too, this deal is a money-loser!

He suspected that the reason Su Zelin was so generous yesterday was that the car was out of fuel, waiting for him to chip in.

This kid is so crafty; if you’re not careful, you’d fall for his traps. What a schemer!

Dad, if you put it like that, I’m not sleepy anymore!

Su Zelin tossed off the quilt, leaping out of bed with a spring in his step, as if he’d just received a shot of adrenaline: "Dad, come on, let’s go be men of the wind together!"

Although Su Jianjun didn’t cook often, he was good at it.

For some reason, men always seemed to have more talent in cooking than women.

Some housewives cook their whole lives but can’t get the salt right, either too salty or too bland. Zhao Lixia often made such mistakes, but every time it was too salty, she would stubbornly claim that she forgot she had already salted it and added more later.

Su Zelin found it perplexing. There were only so many people in the house, and the amount of cooking was about the same each time. Logically, the salt amount shouldn’t vary. Isn’t it a simple thing? How could mistakes be made here?

Most restaurant chefs and country banquet cooks are men, which can prove a point.

Logically, women should be more meticulous and thus more gifted in cooking.

It’s an arcane mystery, difficult to explain scientifically.

But there was no time to savor Dad’s cooking. Under Su Jianjun’s constant urging, they wolfed down their breakfast and headed downstairs.

Su Jianjun went next door to call on Qin Daqing. Though Qin Dad hadn’t gotten his license yet, it didn’t stop him from tagging along for the ride, and before he passed the test, Su Zelin could teach him a few things.

The alley was too narrow for still-inexperienced Dad to drive out, plus the fuel tank still needed to be filled, so Su Zelin drove, with Su Jianjun in the front passenger seat and Qin Daqing in the back.

Once they got in the car, they saw that the fuel tank was really running low, with the needle pointing to the reserve section of the red dashboard.

Looks like this kid timed the journey home to need a refuel, deliberately making it just enough to drive back and tricking me into topping it up.

They zoomed to the nearby Sinopec. Once the window was rolled down, a staff member approached.

Seeing a college student-looking youngster in the driver’s seat, the staff member was a little surprised but still asked, "Would you like 93 or 97?"

"97, fill it up!"

Su Zelin’s bold tone was like a local tycoon.

Since it wasn’t his money, he naturally chose to fill it with the best fuel possible.

Su Jianjun in the front seat turned green, but with Qin Daqing in the back, he was too embarrassed to curse in front of the future Qin family.