The Magnificent Son-in-law Chapter 950 950: Drunken Confession

Hearing these familiar words, Old Yang couldn't help but be stunned, then left the window and ca out of the back kitchen.

He walks with one leg higher than the other, it seems there's a problem with one of his legs.

"Is that... Xiao Feng?" Old Yang looked at Qin Mantong beside Xiao Feng, sowhat uncertainly.

"If it's not , who else could it be." Xiao Feng smiled, looked down at Old Yang's legs, and frowned slightly: "Why is your leg la?"

Old Yang's expression darkened, he sighed, clearly unwilling to say more.

A mont later, Old Yang punched Xiao Feng's chest: "You little brat, seems like you're doing pretty well?"

"Anyway, better than you, old man." Xiao Feng retorted unceremoniously, his tone was just like years ago.

"Get out! Get out! Get out! You're not welco here." Old Yang snapped.

"You run a business, how can you kick out custors?"

"This temple is too small to accommodate a big Buddha like you."

Xiao Feng couldn't help but laugh: "You do business and I'm the consur, believe it or not, I'll complain about you now?"

"If you want to eat, first pay the month's debt." Old Yang said expressionless.

Xiao Feng clicked his tongue: "You're still as stingy as ever, don't worry. This ti I'll settle everything once and for all, old debts and new."

"Now that sounds better." Old Yang rolled his eyes and drove Xiao Feng and Qin Mantong out, busying himself alone in the kitchen.

About half an hour later, Old Yang ca out with a large plate, nearly a hundred skewers, including lamb, chicken wings, beef tendons, so golden needle mushrooms, and other vegetables.

Qin Mantong stepped forward to take the tray, jesting: "If you sway any more, all this will be wasted grilling."

"If it's wasted, you both still have to pay." Old Yang replied, turning to Xiao Feng: "Stop standing there, go inside and move the beer."

Once Xiao Feng moved the beer, Old Yang pulled down the rolling door, hanging a wooden sign with the words "Closed" on a nail on the door.

"Don't just stand there, hurry and try while it's hot, see if it tastes the sa as before." Old Yang beckoned.

Xiao Feng and Qin Mantong didn't hesitate, eating while finding faults, not a single complint among their comnts.

Old Yang pretended to be angry: "You say it's not good, but you're eating it so eagerly?"

"I paid for it, of course, I'm going to eat it. If I return it all, would you agree?" Xiao Feng picked up another beef tendon skewer.

"Do you think I'd agree?"

"Exactly, besides, don't touch these skewers, or I'll deduct them from your account later."

"Co on, considering how long you've owed , I'm just collecting a little interest, not excessive right?"

After eating so skewers, Old Yang began urging Xiao Feng and Qin Mantong to drink beer.

The three ate, drank, and chatted aimlessly, the atmosphere reminiscent of old tis, just missing several people.

When slightly tipsy, Old Yang opened up.

Xiao Feng and Qin Mantong then realized, Old Yang's son was imprisoned five years ago for failing to repay a loan.

His wife, unable to bear the constant debt collectors, divorced him two years ago.

As for his leg, though he didn't say, it's guessed to be injured by debt collectors.

According to Old Yang, he now wishes for nothing more than to live to see his son released.

This made Xiao Feng quite contemplative, having such a troubleso son might be worse than none.

But before they are born, who can guarantee they'll be good or bad?

So, it's like the old saying, aside from a few inherently vicious ones, most depend on how they're educated.

After two cases of beer, all the skewers were finished, Old Yang wobbled as he stood up: "I'll go grill so more for you."

"Let's leave it for another day, let's settle the bill now." Xiao Feng stood up to steady Old Yang.

"Get out!" Old Yang waved his hand: "Settle what bill? If you really want to settle the account, call everyone here soday, and pay together."

"Alright then, let help you get to sleep." Xiao Feng said.

Xiao Feng helped Old Yang to a small room with just enough space for a bed, took out all his cash from his wallet, and placed it under Old Yang's pillow.

He then took out Old Yang's account book from the bedside drawer, leaving his contact information on it.

Finally, he made a call to Di Junxiong, asking him to co over tomorrow to at least deal with those frequent debt collectors.

Having done all this, Xiao Feng stepped out to find Qin Mantong had already moved the tables and chairs inside and cleaned up outside.

"Shall we, hiccup… go?" Qin Mantong drunkenly said.

Xiao Feng nodded: "I'll get you ho."

After locking the door for Old Yang, Xiao Feng helped Qin Mantong walk about five hundred ters, waited at the intersection for a taxi.

Qin Mantong frowned, slurring: "Why have we stopped?"

"Waiting for a car." Xiao Feng replied calmly.

"No!" Qin Mantong leaned on Xiao Feng's shoulder, smiling: "I want you to carry ho."

"Is your ho nearby?"

"No, you just walk… I don't know for how long, but surely before dawn we'll get there."

"..." Xiao Feng.

Before dawn?

You really dare to say that.

Just then, a taxi ca slowly down the street.

Xiao Feng waved, and once it stopped, helped Qin Mantong into the backseat.

But at that mont, Qin Mantong suddenly rushed towards a trash can by the roadside, vomiting violently.

Xiao Feng had to follow, gently patting her back.

The taxi driver, seeing this, didn't wait and sped away.

"Did you do that on purpose?" Xiao Feng asked, looking at the disheveled Qin Mantong, lines of worry crossing his forehead.

"Smart!" Qin Mantong raised her head, one hand resting on Xiao Feng's shoulder, the other touching his face, tilting her head, smiling: "Little Feng... you're quite handso."

Xiao Feng felt a mont of awkwardness, knowing the situation with Ma Zing, made the feeling more odd.

But knowing it's a whole different matter.

Just like between n, casually putting arms around each other's shoulders is normal.

But if you knew the person doing it actually likes n, it becos unsettling.

"Where's your ho? I'll take you back."

Qin Mantong squinted at his words, her brows furrowed and then relaxed: "Where's ho? Where's ho?

Oh... I don't have a ho anymore."

Xiao Feng's heart ached, unable to speak for a long ti.

Qin Mantong slowly reaches for Xiao Feng's waist, then tiptoed whispering in his ear: "Xiao Feng, you probably don't know, actually... I like you... always have."

The sudden confession left Xiao Feng montarily flustered.

Towards Qin Mantong, he'd never had any other ideas.

Despite occasional ambiguous gestures beyond re friendship, Xiao Feng always saw Qin Mantong as a close, platonic friend.

He had feelings, but not to that extent.