Chapter 8 (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy TranslationEditor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Qin Xiao is a well-known figure in Yanjing as he was the greatest cardiologist. Why would he come to a small village to kill a deer?

Lou Junchen asked casually, “Are you and Song Xiaoyu’s mom a couple?”

Before Qin Xiao could answer, Song Xiaoyu jumped first. “No, Daddy, don’t misunderstand. Uncle Qin is my mom’s disciple!”

Lin Yi’s mouth, which had just closed, fell open again.

‘Disciple? Qin Xiao, who’s the best in cardiology, is the disciple of a rural woman? What kind of tall tale is this?!’

A probing look flashed across Lou Junchen’s eyes. He turned his gaze to the woman sitting at the door and asked, “What does he learn from you?”

Song Wei’s expression did not change. “Hunting.”

Lou Junchen’s lips curled into a playful smile. “Hunting?”

Song Wei nodded seriously. “Yes, by practicing knife skills through hunting, one will be more skillful during surgeries.”

With that, she scooped up a spoonful of passionfruit honey and placed it in a cup. After boiling it in hot water, she added some cold water, a few ice cubes, and threw in two mint leaves.

There were only two lamps hanging in the courtyard of the countryside. They looked quite old and antique. The stars and the full moon above gave off a different yet unique feel.

Song Wei quickly prepared the remaining side dishes. Not long after she finished, Qin Xiao brought two large plates of clean venison. The pieces of meat were bright red, and the moment they touched the barbecue plate, they made sizzling sounds.

Lin Yi gulped on the side.

Song Xiaoyu took out a transparent glass bottle from the house and placed it beside Lou Junchen. “Daddy, this is the rice wine that Mommy brewed last year. It’s the only one. Try It.”

Song Wei frowned. ‘Why is Lil’ Jiu still calling this man daddy?’

Song Xiaoyu pursed his lips in a grievance when he met his mother’s gaze.

Song Wei poured a glass of wine for Lou Junchen first. “I’m sorry for the trouble my son has caused you.”

Lou Junchen held the wine glass with his slender and well-defined fingers. His voice was low and did not fluctuate much. “It’s fine.”

His Adam’s apple moved as he downed the wine in the glass in one gulp. The fragrance of the wine filled his lips and tongue. The taste was exquisite and refreshing. Just one glass made one want to drink a second glass.