Rongchuan thought the shop was quite decent, "Indeed, it's not bad."
Having decided on their choice, the rest was left to Scholar Deng.
Chang Zhong didn't want to go back early, as it was a rare outing, "Mother, take me to stroll around the market, yes, and also to dine at the restaurant."
Zhulan couldn't help but laugh; the little guy had been thinking a lot about restaurants. Every time Chang Lian came back from drinking, he surrounded him with questions, "Alright, today we'll eat at the restaurant."
The little fellow was thrilled, "Future brother-in-law, please carry me."
Zhulan looked at her son's spherical figure, "You're too heavy."
Rongchuan smiled with his eyes, "Auntie, Chang Zhong isn't heavy, I can carry him."
Chang Zhong replied with a satisfied expression, "My brother-in-law is really nice."
Zhulan burst into laughter at his use of 'future,' "You, still so young, but you've been brewing a lot of charm soup for others."
