Chapter 959: Masculinity

The "Big Smarty" stalled.

This proposition had clearly fallen into a logical loop. It was hard on him to have deliberated for so long, and to show brotherly loyalty, he had even stubbornly endured not eating his fill earlier!

However, Song Tan was still happy: "I know you're doing this to help Qiao Qiao, thank you so much! But once you eat it in a moment, you'll know that our family's things don't need to be pushed—come, let me see what you brought?"

The high school student sighed melancholically.

Adults are like this; he understood. No matter what, they always feel their own family's things are the best in the world. Many enterprises go to ruin just like this...

But, what could he do about the silly brother he had just acknowledged?

At worst, he would beg his dad to help pull them along if their family had any unsellable goods next year! He had just asked Qiao Qiao; they came from a remote rural village, which was just too hard.

And don't look at how good-looking the two siblings were; they were still a bit inferior when facing people from the big city. Otherwise, they wouldn't have let Qiao Qiao wear brand-name shoes.

He had a pair of those shoes too, but they were already in a mess from wearing them normally.

Unlike Qiao Qiao, who only dared to wear new shoes when coming to the Imperial Capital, probably for fear of being looked down upon.

The things they took out were a stack of thinly rolled dough pancakes that hadn't gone bad; they weren't steamed or pan-fried through, and after being stifled in the bag, they had all gone soft.

I hurried to say: "Why didn't you say so earlier? If you had said so, you could have gone to the seasoning area to ask if you could borrow some sauce or vinegar..."

Instead, it was the people selling noodles who were greeting us. Knowing we were young, they stuffed them into our hands... saying they had made several layers in the steamer/pan, but the people coming to the exhibition were all looking for staple foods. No one was asking us, so it was better to give them to us.

The high school student touched his nose, feeling a bit embarrassed: "Actually, the traffic in our staple food exhibition area is a bit poor; basically no one is buying... I said I was hungry and wanted to eat one, so they packed seven or eight for us."

The person making the steamed buns didn't know which area they were from either, but they were exceptionally generous, giving ten big white steamed buns just like that. No wonder Song Tan's down jacket looked chubby at the bottom.

"No need!" the little high school student said lazily: "It's very convenient to buy things in our Qin City too. Strawberries are expensive right now, Sister, you should keep them to sell locally."

"These noodles are really not bad, my family needs them too—Song Tan, this afternoon follow that..."

The flour bag was small, and 20 packs didn't weigh many jin. At the very least, with the Old Song family's appetite, it wouldn't last too long.

"Cold tossed cucumber, stir-fried shredded radish, and make a pounded chili dish, is that okay?"

"No need!" Song Tan laughed: "Our Seventh Grand-Uncle rarely uses seasonings when stir-frying, and what I make is also delicious. I'll let you taste it in a moment."

"There are quite a lot of flour products though—look, this is barley flour from the Yan Mountain area. They explained a lot, but I didn't remember it all. Anyway, this flour is especially good for making pancakes."

"And usually, these aren't brands currently popular in the market; they all want to take this opportunity to leave some word-of-mouth among old customers."

Pfft! There's no need for that! Those who look down on others casually aren't worth being looked up to by them either...

"It's quite good." The bag was opened, and the steamed buns were still warm. Qiao Qiao smelled the fragrance and nodded at this moment:

Yang Zhengxin:...

And Qiao Qiao stared at the staple food for a while, then asked Song Tan: "What are we eating for lunch?"

Song Tan thought for a moment, then went to count the vegetables on the display stand—

"This is mung bean flour; I think it's average. They gave us a small bowl."

"That import fruit and vegetable exhibition area, they have everything from rice to flour. If I want seasoning, I can get it from them too."

Qiao Qiao was quite surprised: "You said you wanted food, I didn't expect you to be able to get so much back?"

"Besides, we aren't taking advantage of anyone; we are doing market research, right?"

Qiao Qiao nodded: "It's late."

Of course, there was no steamer or anything here, so Song Tan could only change to a different method for many procedures—

But, separated by an exhibition area in front, a large group of people was gathered there, clearly having already entered the tasting stage.

Sigh! This newly acquainted brother was good in every way, except for being taught by his family to be overly confident.

"But Song Tan said she and her sister were hungry, so they packed ten or so in one go..."

"Ah?" Yang Zhengxin opened his mouth wide: "Flour doesn't cost money? How come you two don't know how to live?"

Too many things were dug out; from sweet potatoes to tomatoes to cucumbers and strawberries, this family clearly planted too many miscellaneous things and hadn't figured out the primary and secondary priorities.

Song Tan became excited: "Are we going to win an award?"

The little high school student sighed: "Not to mention anything else, being generous is truly generous. I see she's also from a mountain area. When there's nothing to do this afternoon, I'll go buy a few packs to mail home."

Yang Zhengxin didn't make a sound either. He had a sweet mouth and looked young. When begging for food, he hadn't even thought that the lady wouldn't give him a small bowl of rice.

Ye Zi blinked blankly: "That won't happen! Our family's things are the most delicious!"

He thought for a moment, quietly leaned over, and nudged Song Tan with his elbow: "If the judges say it's not good, will you cry later?"

"Wait a moment, I see the judges are coming over later."

Song Tan thought for a moment: "There are so many people eating in our family, and they can all eat! We were originally going to buy flour anyway. Those aunts are nice, I'm willing to buy hers."

He talked eloquently and looked quite knowledgeable: "So, Sister, since you're here, don't think about ordering takeout. Be a little thicker-skinned, and you can eat your fill from morning till night."

That's true.

Qiao Qiao was amused: "Listening to you, this is a family tradition... Fine, let me see how your market research is going. If it's good, I'll have Song Tan pick a box of strawberries specifically for you later."

"There is rice too, but the people over there only let us taste two spoonfuls and wouldn't give us an extra bowl. I tasted it and it was indeed not bad, but their rice is sold expensively, over ten yuan a jin. Song Tan insisted it wasn't as delicious as our own family's and wouldn't let me ask for more."

The big high school student's mind was filled with wild thoughts; the script of a "Dragon Overlord" slapping faces was almost written in three versions. Seeing Song Tan pondering what to eat, he quickly gathered his spirits:

He said with quite a bit of masculinity.

Just as he was about to start, he was stopped by Qiao Qiao:

"My name is Yang Zhengxin." The high school student immediately replied.

"Okay," Qiao Qiao followed the flow: "Together with your friend Yang Zhengxin, buy 20 packs of each type of flour. Do you remember Master Li's license plate number and mobile phone number? Have them deliver it. By the way, leave contact information."

He spoke so professionally that Yang Zhengxin was dumbfounded for a moment: "You still have to stir-fry vegetables?"

"Fine! Anyway, if you cry, I won't laugh at you."

He said this, soon touched his belly again, and then changed the subject:

"And this, this flour is especially good for making steamed buns, especially soft..." The high school student explained, and Song Tan took that plastic bag out from her bosom.

Yang Zhengxin looked at Qiao Qiao, who was hurriedly opening the lids and plastic wrap, and sighed helplessly—

If you mess it up, the pig-slaughtering feast will be finished in a single day.