Chapter 444 - 215: My Sister is So Cute

Chapter 444: Chapter 215: My Sister is So Cute

In years past, the two families had been very close, often sharing meals. Their interactions grew more distant after Mr. Duan passed away, though they still got together for meals during the holidays, usually at restaurants.

Mrs. Qiu was born a lady of privilege and didn’t know how to cook. They had heard she was about to leave for Xiangjiang to visit family, with no set date for her return, so they found it a bit strange that she had invited them to her home for dinner.

Upon arriving, they were even more surprised to see Zhou Yan dressed in a chef’s uniform.

Zhou Ming had mentioned this cousin to her, saying that not only was his braised meat fantastic, but his other dishes were also exceptional.

"That’s a long story." Mrs. Qiu smiled but didn’t elaborate. Instead, she said, "As you know, I don’t know how to cook, so I took the liberty of inviting him over to prepare a home-style banquet. Only then did I have the courage to ask you all to my home for dinner. I’ve already sold this Qiu Family’s Old Mansion to him. The next time I return and invite you for a meal, it might still be here, but by then it will have become Zhou Yan’s restaurant."

"Sold it?" Song Changhe was greatly surprised.

"But didn’t you say this house wasn’t for sale?" Song Wanqing was also somewhat astonished.

When Duan Yuyan and her father had come back to visit relatives, they had hosted a banquet for friends and family, renovated the Duan Family’s Old Mansion, and invited Mrs. Qiu to live there, but she wouldn’t be moved.

Everyone just figured the old woman was nostalgic and couldn’t bear to part with the Qiu Family’s Old Mansion.

The Duan Family had never been short on money; back in the days of the Republic of China, they were the number one family in Jiazhou. Now, the Duan Family had made their fortune in Xiangjiang, reaching an even higher level of success.

Song Wanqing and Duan Yuyan were close in age and had interacted frequently over the last six months, so Wanqing had some understanding of the Duan Family’s wealth.

’There was no reason for her to sell the house.’

Mrs. Qiu said nonchalantly, "I owe Zhou Yan a favor. He wanted to buy this house to open a restaurant, and I think the young man has a good eye and good ideas. He’s a good person, too, so I agreed."

The grandfather and granddaughter were a bit baffled, but they didn’t press for more details.

"That’s great. When he moves his restaurant in, it’ll be very convenient for me to buy braised meat," Song Changhe chuckled, looking smug again.

Song Wanqing felt a wave of exasperation. ’A Grandmaster of the Spear Dao, and this is how he acts? He certainly doesn’t have the bearing of a master.’

"Wang, you said you also fought in the Battle of Shanghai. What unit were you in back then? A few of my sworn brothers and I were in the 26th Division of the 20th Army."

"I was in the 145th Division. The fighting your 26th Division went through was incredibly brutal!"

"The equipment our Sichuan Army had was terrible. They all called us the ’Beggar’ Army. Three men had to share one rifle, and each person was only issued a few bullets. But we of the Sichuan Army are a stubborn bunch, and we can take a beating. Once we hit the battlefield, we never showed any weakness. I took my Red Tassel Spear and charged the devils, stabbed two of them to death..."

Song Changhe and Wang Yu began to chat. As they spoke of the wars they had fought, they hit it off like old friends, their conversation becoming quite animated.

Qiu Qi listened from the side, her lips pursed, her hands unconsciously clenching into fists.

She had never asked Wang Yu what he had experienced during those years, and Wang Yu had never brought it up himself—perhaps because the war was too cruel, or perhaps because he didn’t want to frighten her with the stories.

This was the first time she had ever heard about his experience marching out of Sichuan with the main force of the Sichuan Army: watching his comrades die one by one, rising again and again from piles of bodies, shells exploding at his side, bullets grazing his ears.

Even though decades had passed, the casual way the two men spoke of these events, as if they were merely a bit of dust on their clothes, was still heart-wrenching to hear.

Song Wanqing was also listening intently. Her grandfather very rarely mentioned these matters in front of the younger generations.

But meeting Wang today, with their similar experiences, had opened the floodgates for him.

Zhou Yan could only hear muffled voices from the kitchen. He would occasionally inch toward the doorway to catch a few words, but he still hadn’t heard any crucial information.

He did confirm one thing, however: Mr. Song was also a veteran of the Old Sichuan Army, and he had used his Spear Technique to kill enemies on the battlefield.

’What he possessed wasn’t some choreographed spear routine, but a true Killing Technique!’

Before long, Duan Yuyan returned with Zhou Momo.

"Wanqing, you’re here." Duan Yuyan greeted Song Wanqing, then smiled and pulled Zhou Momo forward. "Momo, you should call her Wanqing, too."

Zhou Momo, holding a stick of cotton candy, looked up at Song Wanqing and said in a soft voice, "Wanqing, you’re so pretty~~"

"You’re adorable too, and such a sweet-talker." Song Wanqing’s eyes crinkled in a smile. She looked at Duan Yuyan and asked, "Whose little sweetheart is this?"

"Momo is Zhou Yan’s sister," Duan Yuyan said, then added with a start, "Oh, I forgot you don’t know who Zhou Yan is."

"I know who he is!" Song Wanqing’s eyes lit up. ’Zhou Yan’s sister, that means she’s also Zhou Ming’s sister, which makes her my sister!’

’My little sister is so cute!’