Chapter 918 - 131 Slap in the face triple smack (jerk getting what he deserves)
"This unfilial son, unfilial son! He actually doesn’t care about his own father! Damn, what a mess! Unfilial son!" Da Qiangzi muttered angrily while scrubbing the greasy dishes and didn’t hold back cursing Dawang. As he cursed, he even lumped Loudmouth and Xiao Wang into the scolding as well, "Dawang and Xiao Wang, a load of crap! Knowing they wouldn’t respect their dad, I should have strangled them at birth! Bastards, little brats! What trash!"
Da Qiangzi enjoyed his ranting so much that he failed to notice Liuzi beside him, already doubled over with laughter, "Look at you, Guang Douqiang, cursing your sons as bastards and brats! If they’re bastards and brats, then what does that make you? Oh right, you’re just Old Bastard! Haha, Lao Wangba!"
Stumped by Liuzi’s retort and with a burning sensation in his chest, Da Qiangzi felt the corner of his mouth twitching uncontrollably.
Up on the second floor, Xia Zheng was leaning against a half-open window, immensely amused by the scene below, "Guang Douqiang? Liuzi’s getting naughtier by the day."
Lin Yuan was sitting at the table, busy mapping out new recipes, and smiled upon hearing that, "Well, isn’t it all Da Qiangzi’s own doing? Dawang ignores him, forcing him to fork out his own silver, only to find out he’s so broke he doesn’t have a copper coin to his name. Liuzi immediately gave him that nickname, and honestly, I find it quite fitting—sounds pleasing to the ear."
"Indeed, it’s quite catchy." Xia Zheng chuckled, shrugged his shoulders with amusement, and leisurely walked back to her table. He bent down to take a look at the serious work she was putting into her writing. These days, Lin Yuan’s handwriting had become more beautiful, "Is it really because Dawang left him high and dry, or is it because you...?"
Lin Yuan paused in her writing, looked up at him with a face full of a sly smile, "It was me, so what? Are you going to scold Da Qiangzi for me? Don’t bother; he’ll soon be out of luck anyway."
Xia Zheng raised an eyebrow.
Lin Yuan nonchalantly pulled out a small piece of paper from the drawer next to her and waved it in front of him, "Here, the latest Flying Pigeon Letter from Lin Yi."
Out of curiosity, Xia Zheng took a look, and he couldn’t help but laugh. No wonder he hadn’t seen Lin Yi in the past few days; he must have been busy with this.
"Counting the days, it’ll be no more than two."