Chapter 951: Turning Back

Qiaoqiao looked out the window and slowly became disappointed again: "The beautiful brother is also very good, we should have brought two more fish."

Song Tan:...

"You're siding with him just because he has a face?"

Qiaoqiao laughed foolishly: "But brother is really good-looking! I like him!"

Song Tan admits this point—beauty is a subjective feeling, and liking Qiaoqiao is a matter of course. But there's no need to bring fish. We brought enough things this time. We can't just give everything at home to whoever looks good, right?

"Don't I look good?" Song Tan looked at him.

Qiaoqiao looked at her seriously, then nodded: "You look good—but brother is a little better-looking."

He gestured with his little finger:

"Just a little bit."

Alright. The blood filter lost to objective facts, Song Tan had to say:

"When the beautiful brother comes to our house for dinner in a few days, I'll set a ground cage when he leaves. Everything we catch will be given to him, okay?"

She didn't intend to let people leave empty-handed anyway.

"Okay!" Qiaoqiao wasn't reluctant at all, instead he was very enthusiastic: "I can also fish for brother."

He looked so worthless that Song Tan couldn't bear to look directly at him, so she changed the subject: "What do you want to eat when we go back to the hotel later?"

Qiaoqiao had just eaten a grilled sausage, but he was still full of expectations for the children's set meal: "Isn't it the one that gives a toy?"

Song Tan:... If I had known, I would have let Driver Li order one and bring it back while he was queuing.

However, although she said she was going back to the hotel, they couldn't go back yet. There were so many things for the selection piled up in the trunk. Even if the temperature is low now and it's easy to store, who doesn't want to choose the best of the best for the selection!

According to Professor Song, other families' fresh-cold cars transport them directly to the venue on the day of the selection. Unlike them, the pickup truck shakes all day, and to be on the safe side, they can't be on the day, which is really perfunctory.

This is not, Song Tan contacted the person in charge of the venue at night in advance. If they send the things over before 12 o'clock tonight, there will be a suitable cold storage.

Song Tan thought about it, and didn't know what time it would be when eating, so just in case, should she ask Driver Li to buy a set meal at the Golden Arch directly.

She was just about to call, but heard a few light knocks on the car door.

Then, through the hazy car window mixed with rain and snow, Qiaoqiao leaned his face over excitedly:

"Brother!"

Song Tan was stunned, then hurriedly pushed the door and got out of the car, only to see Lu Chuan standing on the side of the road, still dressed exactly the same as before, but holding a large and a small paper bag in his hand.

There were large snowflakes falling on the black duck-billed cap. He wasn't wearing a mask, and only from the side could he see the ferocious red marks from the temple down along the ear.

However, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and even his voice was full of thoughtfulness:

"It's so late, I guess the hotel can't order anything good. I'm the only one at home, and it's not convenient to invite you up to sit. I just happened to make some food tonight, so I thought I'd bring it over to pad your stomachs first."

He handed the larger bag to Song Tan first: "I saw that Qiaoqiao's shoes are about the same size as mine. I just happened to have a new pair of sports shoes at home, which are more non-slip, so he can try them."

Once a person is beautiful, even the expression of explanation seems extremely sincere. At this moment, Lu Chuan's expression was particularly earnest:

"It's rare for the Imperial Capital to snow. His shoes aren't non-slip, so it's not very convenient to walk on the road."

Song Tan was rarely hesitant to take the bag.

She touched her phone subconsciously, and asked curiously: "You didn't say anything in advance... What if we had already left?"

Lu Chuan smiled: "I saw that you were indeed in a hurry. If you had urgent matters, and I insisted on you waiting, wouldn't that be a delay? Anyway, I'm not working right now, it's just a matter of driving out to take a look."

Lu Chuan didn't say that if he called again and the two sides were polite and pulled back and forth, by the time the phone hung up, the people would have left. It's better to go straight to the theme and take things down.

If the car hadn't left, that would be just right. If it had left, there would be no need to add burden to others.

He is the one who can best empathize. Some people are most afraid of accepting others' intentions, and would rather go hungry than pull with strangers.

Coincidentally, although they have been communicating for half a year in the phone, the two of them can't be considered familiar now.

Such a delicate and thoughtful person...

Song Tan didn't know what to say either.

Qiaoqiao had already pressed the car window, a handsome face raised slightly, hands on the edge of the car, full of joy:

"Brother, you are so good! I want to fish for a few big fish for you to eat."

Lu Chuan couldn't help but raise his lips, the unfamiliarity in his expression disappeared, and instead it seemed familiar:

"Okay, thank you."

He took a step back, watched Song Tan get into the car, and then smiled:

"Goodbye."

Until watching Lu Chuan drive away again, Song Tan and Qiaoqiao withdrew their gazes, one staring at the large paper bag, the other staring at the small paper bag.

"What do the shoes brother gave me look like?"

"Let's see what food he gave?"

Song Tan simply handed the large bag to Qiaoqiao in the passenger seat. Qiaoqiao thought for a while, got out of the car and sat in the back seat:

"Sister, let's look at the shoes together."

Song Tan:... Actually, I'm not interested.

But Qiaoqiao had already opened it impatiently, only to see a brand new pair of white sports shoes with the tags still on in the kraft paper box.

They look quite good, but specifically what shoes...

Shamefully, Song Tan only recognized the icon on it, it's a brand their family wouldn't buy usually. It's not that they can't afford it, it's just that it's not cost-effective to wear them for farming.

Look at the size: 43.

"Wow!" Qiaoqiao was very happy: "It's exactly the same size as mine! Such beautiful shoes, better-looking than the ones Mom bought me!"

Wu Lan is obsessed with buying shoes that are dirt-resistant and easy to take care of. From the color to the material to the price, obviously none of them are what she likes.

Song Tan also appreciated it: "It's really good-looking, you can see that expensive has its reasons—Song Qiao Qiao, you dare to try on shoes in the car!"

Qiaoqiao silently withdrew his hand, and argued aggrievedly: "My feet don't stink..."

"That won't work either!" Song Tan picked up the small bag: "The car is on with warm air, changing shoes in an enclosed space, will you still eat later? Come, come, put the shoes aside, eat first."