"Little Long, you're awake? I was planning to let you sleep a bit longer." Song Yuru shared a loving smile. "Here, I bought breakfast for you, hurry and eat it while it's hot."
On the coffee table were soybean milk and fried dough sticks, Huang Xiaolong helped himself and sat down on the sofa to eat. "Where are uncle and aunt?"
"Mom and dad went to buy groceries." Song Yuru replied, "Little Long, this is my cousin, Song Yuqiang."
"Hello, hello." Song Yuqiang politely greeted Huang Xiaolong. "You're Little Long, right? I heard about your impressive medical skills, I admire you greatly. My cousin really has good taste."
"Umm~~~" Huang Xiaolong glanced at Song Yuqiang, "Well... Cousin, you're too kind."
"Cousin, Little Long is also good at fortune-telling." Song Yuru proudly laughed, "Cousin, you're almost thirty, you're not getting any younger, you still don't have a partner, how about letting Little Long predict your marriage fate?"
