Chapter 267 - Chapter 254: Whatever You Want, We Have It (1/2)

Chapter 254: Whatever You Want, We Have It

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By the time the night had fully settled, Zhuang Ruman still hadn’t returned. Mrs. Song did not dare to start dinner with Zhuang Yuanzhong and Zhuang Qinghe, instead, she waited in the courtyard, frequently looking out of the gate.

Although the moon was bright, there was not a single soul to be seen.

“Why isn’t father home yet, I’m starving to death,” Zhuang Qinghe grumbled, rubbing her empty stomach, she finally couldn’t bear it any longer and reached for a piece of steamed cornbread to eat.

Mrs Song, too, was so hungry that she also grabbed a piece of steamed cornbread to nibble on, but she murmured, “Let’s wait a little longer, he should be back soon.”

“If he comes back and sees you two eating without him, he’s likely to get angry again, if you’re really hungry, just eat some combread, don’t have any soup.” Zhuang Ruman wouldn’t notice if a few pieces of cornbread were missing, but if the soup was reduced, he would instantly realize that they started eating without him.

Mrs. Song had experimented with this many times and found it to be an effective strategy.

“Got it.” Zhuang Qinghe pouted and only nibbled on a steamed cornbread, she didn’t dare touch the cucumbers.

“Mum, what do you think dad went out for, coming back so late.” Zhuang

Yuanzhong asked.

“I have no idea, your father didn’t say.” Mrs. Song shook her head.

“Could it be…” Zhuang Yuanzhong glanced at Zhuang Qinghe, “He couldn t

possibly be arranging sister’s marriage, right?”

“Don’t talk nonsense!” Zhuang Qinghe’s face suddenly went dark.

Lately, all the marriage proposals that the matchmaker mentioned, Zhuang

Ruman had turned down. Zhuang Qinghe was secretly relieved, thinking that if this didn’t happen, she would still have hope. She was waiting for Zhuang Wencheng to return so she could rush to express her feelings to him and ask him to propose marriage at home as soon as possible, so she could finally have peace of mind.

Zhuang Qinghe planned perfectly and was loathe to hear others brmg up anything that could interfere.

“What nonsense!? If your dad can really settle this marriage for you, that would

be the best thing ever!”

Right after Mrs. Song finished her sentence, Zhuang Ruman walked into the courtyard.

He was drunk, holding a hen in his hand, his face flush with exhilaration.

“Here, keep this chicken locked up, we’ll kill it tomorrow to eat.” said Zhuang Ruman, belching heavily.

“This is a hen, look how good it would be to keep it for laying eggs, it would be such a waste to kill it for food.” After weighing the hen, Mrs. Song said, “Look at its weight, it’s egg-laying time.”

“What shallow thinking!”