Chapter 86: Miao Xuanxuan Comes to Scrounge a Meal
Song Xiaodong laughed and said, "I don’t have any plans to settle down yet. Having worked so hard abroad for so many years, I also want to relax for a while. Getting a wife so early, wouldn’t I be under her control? How could I play and enjoy myself then?"
Wang Xiaoqiang rolled his eyes and said, "Come on, it depends on the kind of woman we’re talking about. With beauties like Lin Su’er, what could you possibly be dissatisfied with?"
"With someone like me, do you think I would lack beauties?" Song Xiaodong swaggered arrogantly, jutting out his chin.
Wang Xiaoqiang looked at Song Xiaodong and, although he found him quite boastful, couldn’t help nodding and said, "That makes sense. Your skills are now so great, who knows how many beauties will want to throw themselves at you? You really don’t need to be in a hurry to go looking, unlike Gangzi and me. Finding a beauty isn’t that easy for us."
Song Xiaodong chuckled and said, "Don’t worry, with me here, are you still afraid there won’t be beauties surrounding you?"
"Hehe, you’re right. From now on, I’ll just follow you. If there aren’t any beauties, we’ll only have you to blame."
After joking around for a while, Song Xiaodong went to sit with He Wenbai for a bit and took care of the favor he had promised.
He Wenbai took the pamphlet and his hands shook with excitement. For him, it was an absolutely priceless treasure. Song Xiaodong just gave it to him like that, leaving him so excited that he didn’t even know what to say, and then he didn’t even notice when Song Xiaodong left.
Today, Song Xiaodong didn’t wander around aimlessly; he went back home early and bought a lot of groceries, cooking a full table of dishes himself, just waiting for Song Xiaoru to return for dinner.
Song Xiaoru hadn’t come back yet, and to his surprise, Miao Xuanxuan, the kid, had run over.
"Why have you come?" Song Xiaodong looked at Miao Xuanxuan with some astonishment.
"Wow, you made so many delicious dishes; you’re not going to tell me you made all of these, are you?" Miao Xuanxuan completely ignored Song Xiaodong’s question, her eyes glued to the dishes on the table, sniffing the air with a look of longing.