"Xiaozhang is here."
Old Song showed a smile at this mont.
Honestly, he quite liked Xiaozhang. The kid was quite capable.
If he really ended up with his daughter, he’d be an excellent son-in-law.
"Yeah, yeah, Uncle Song, I ca to mooch breakfast."
After greeting Wanqing, Zhang Lingchuan also greeted Old Song, after all, he was here to mooch breakfast.
"What are you saying about mooching breakfast, co, co, have a seat."
Old Song smiled warmly as he invited Zhang Lingchuan in and moved a chair for him.
"Isn’t it true, my dad said he really liked having Teacher Zhang over, just last night he was asking what you were up to."
Song Wanqing chid in.
"I didn’t expect Uncle Song would miss ; I’ll definitely co over when I have ti."
Zhang Lingchuan replied politely.
At the sa ti, he set down the two backpacks he was carrying.
"You must co over! Hahaha! Our Qingqing’s cooking is very authentic; you won’t find Northeast restaurants cooking Sichuan dishes as genuine as my daughter’s."
Hearing his daughter embellish the story, Old Song chuckled.
He truly had no recourse for his girl, always giving him these sudden surprises...
Oh well.
As long as the two are doing well, he as a parent can just let it be, because who wouldn’t want their daughter to get married one day.
Old Song comforted himself once more in his heart.
A parent’s wish is simply for their child to be happy.
"Hey, Master Zhang, why is your little backpack so heavy, what’s inside?"
Song Wanqing helped Zhang Lingchuan place his backpack, only to suddenly discover that one black backpack was unusually heavy.
Instantly, she looked a bit curious and inquired.
Moreover, what’s inside felt hard.
"It’s money for you, Wanqing, exactly three hundred thousand."
Zhang Lingchuan said flatly.
He had ntioned earlier that he’d give it to her, so he obviously wasn’t going to go back on his word.
"What???"
Song Wanqing unzipped the backpack, and upon seeing it full of money, her entire body froze in place.
"Cough cough cough!!!"
Old Song, who was eating, almost choked to death.
What was this? Money for Qingqing?
Three hundred thousand! What’s he up to!!
"Master Zhang, you win..."
Song Wanqing gave Zhang Lingchuan a thumbs-up.
She initially thought that by joking about wedding money, Teacher Zhang would just ignore it.
Look at her house now, there’s no decoration at all, that red window flower, she just made it up.
But she didn’t expect him to actually bring three hundred thousand straight over!
He’s won, he’s really won.
This ti Teacher Zhang truly won.
"Cough! I’m a bit hungry, so I’m going to start eating."
Zhang Lingchuan slightly raised the corner of his mouth.
Seeing Wanqing’s house lack any decoration, he knew she was joking with him.
Being unserious wasn’t a recent thing.
"Okay, Master Zhang, you eat first. Here, Dad, you take this money."
Song Wanqing handed the black backpack containing three hundred thousand to Old Song.
By now, it was already ten in the morning; they’d go to the airport after breakfast, so let Old Song hold it first.
They’d deal with Teacher Zhang’s straightforward three hundred thousand upon returning.
If he wouldn’t accept it, she’d just buy a car for him.
Or buy an apartnt??
"This money, holding it?!!"
Old Song felt his heart sink to rock bottom when his daughter handed him the black backpack, and his pupils shook violently!
"This is the wage Master Zhang gave , not dowry, Old Song, just accept it~"
Song Wanqing shrugged her shoulders, looking at Old Song.
"Yeah, Uncle Song, thanks to Wanqing’s help in operation and editing, this is the share I give her, not dowry."
Zhang Lingchuan seed to notice Old Song’s strange expression, so he explained along.
"Not a wedding gift, it’s salary, right? Okay, okay, I’ll accept it!"
Old Song felt that al tasted not one bit tasty.
Especially the stead buns his daughter made, clearly so delicious, but at this mont eating them was like chewing wax.
How annoying!
Did they truly think he was senile and couldn’t see them putting on a cody show for him?
Surely this girl coaxed Xiaozhang to bring the three hundred thousand over, testing his reaction; who gets a salary of three hundred thousand, what for? One month, three hundred thousand, as a surrogate?!!
Besides, when did he say he wanted a three hundred thousand dowry? He never ntioned it!
After the al.
Packed so stead buns.
"Dear friends, heading with Teacher Zhang to climb Mount Ei, now taking the elevator to the garage~"
"Getting in the car~"
"On the road to the airport."
...
The two set off toward the airport with their belongings.
On the way, Song Wanqing also recorded so small videos.
As the car drove, it was clear that Old Song wasn’t very cheerful, speaking less than usual, and it was unclear what he was contemplating.
Zhang Lingchuan sat in the back seat with Song Wanqing, occasionally catching Old Song’s complex glances his way.
"We’re here~"
The car slowly ca to a stop.
Just then, Old Song spoke up.
"Master Zhang, we’re here, let’s go, go, get out of the car."
Song Wanqing opened the car door.
"Thank you, Uncle Song, we’ll be going then~"
Zhang Lingchuan waved goodbye to Old Song.
"Let help you with so of your stuff."
Seeing Old Song unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the car door, he spoke in a tone that carried a hint of relief.
"Dad, why did you get out, we don’t have much stuff, we can totally carry it ourselves."
Song Wanqing had two small bags herself.
Teacher Zhang just had one large backpack.
All together, there were just three things to put in the trunk.
Her old man really didn’t need to get out.
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