I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 1218 - 839 Expansion

Chapter 1218: 839 Expansion

"Bro!"

River City Airport.

Hong Xiaoyu excitedly waved his hand.

In the bustling crowd, Jiang Chen cracked a slight smile, lifted his sunglasses from the bridge of his nose, and walked toward his cousin.

Approaching him, Hong Xiaoyu was still looking back.

"What are you looking at?"

"Bro, didn’t Sister Qianqian come with you?"

"She’s a busy person, how could she have the time."

Hong Xiaoyu had planned to help his cousin with the luggage, but it turned out that his cousin didn’t bring anything at all.

"Bro, shall we go grab a bite first?"

"Sure."

Jiang Chen smiled and nodded.

The brothers walked out of the airport.

"Master, to Wanfu Garden."

After hailing a rental car and telling the driver the destination, Hong Xiaoyu couldn’t help but ask, "Bro, what brings you to River City this time?"

"To see you."

Hong Xiaoyu blushed and smiled shyly, "Bro, don’t make jokes."

Jiang Chen took off his sunglasses, "How’s your studying going?"

"Top of the class."

Hong Xiaoyu responded without hesitation, crisp and decisive.

"And life?"

Jiang Chen asked with a smile.

The last time he visited River City, he was with Shi Qianxi, and that was over half a year ago.

"Didn’t you try the food at our canteen last time, Bro? It’s quite delicious. I heard the school hired a top-notch hotel chef."

"Stop beating around the bush, I’m not asking about that."

"Then what are you asking about?"

"That girl from your school, her last name is Ren, right? I met her the last time I visited. You and her now..."

"Bro, that’s old news."

Hong Xiaoyu’s face showed a carefree air.

Time indeed is the greatest magician.

It seems that the budding affection had not even had the chance to sprout before it was snuffed out.

"What about Miss Duan?"

Jiang Chen asked with a half-smile, "Your Sister Qianqian is quite concerned, she even specifically asked me to check in with you about it."

Hong Xiaoyu’s face showed embarrassment. The once fluent speaker began to stammer.

"Why are you silent now?"

Jiang Chen teased.

He could see the reaction of his cousin.

He had been through this age himself.

Even though he was only a few years older than Hong Xiaoyu and had not left the campus much longer, Jiang Chen, who already felt like he lived in a different world, could not help but feel a touch of emotion.

Youth is wonderful.

"Bro, are you conducting a census here or something, with so many questions?"

Hong Xiaoyu didn’t answer directly but tried to change the subject lightly: "Later, Xue Ling will join us for the meal."

"Oh."

Jiang Chen nodded and repeated the name with a smile, "Xue Ling."

Hong Xiaoyu’s face immediately reddened visibly, showing he couldn’t quite emulate his brother’s suave demeanor.

"Bro, don’t get the wrong idea, Xue Ling and I... it’s not what you think; we’re just friends."

He hurriedly explained, his excessive urgency seemed a clear giveaway, making things worse the more he tried to clarify.

"What do you mean just friends? Then what are ’not just friends’?"

Jiang Chen asked with genuine interest.

"..."

Hong Xiaoyu was speechless.

Jiang Chen chuckled without further teasing.

"You’re twenty years old now, it’s perfectly normal to be dating. There’s no need to be shy about it. As a boy, you should be more responsible."

Hong Xiaoyu didn’t know how to explain and simply clammed up.

Wanfu Garden, located in Yangkou District, is a name synonymous with the area known for its food establishments.

Hong Xiaoyu was sincere, bringing his cousin over during his rare visit. He specifically chose Zheng Ma’s Clay Pot, a rather famous eatery outside of River City, but upon arrival, something felt off. When it came to scanning the code to wait for a table, his face turned even sourer.

"You’ve got to be kidding me!"

"What’s wrong?"

With embarrassment, Hong Xiaoyu turned to say, "Bro, there are over fifty tables ahead of us in line."

Food is the God of the people.

This is especially true for the People of Shenzhou.

In every corner of the country, there are distinctive local delicacies.

If you want to visit a place, the most crucial first task is to try the most characteristic eateries there.

Zheng Ma’s Clay Pot in Wanfu Garden is the flagship store, and Hong Xiaoyu knew it was popular, but he didn’t expect it to be this crowded.

It’s important to note that today is neither a holiday nor the evening but lunchtime.

Customers waiting for a meal at the entrance were seated on plastic stools, forming a long queue.

"Over fifty tables?"

Jiang Chen was also a bit surprised.

River City truly is a metropolis with a large population, home to millions of college students alone.

"How long will the wait be?"

"Probably about two hours."

The two brothers looked at each other.

"Haven’t you been here before?"

Hong Xiaoyu hurriedly explained, "No, I rarely come to the Yangkou district. I only heard from friends that this place is tasty. I didn’t expect there to be so many people."

Hong Xiaoyu showed a sense of self-reproach, having made the effort to come all the way from the airport just to end up spoiling the plan.

"It’s fine. There are so many other restaurants nearby, we can just go to a different one."

Who knows what the customers in line were thinking, but as for eating, Jiang Chen didn’t possess such patience. A two-hour wait, even for a feast of delicacies, was something he’d rather pass on.

"Bro, let’s sit down for a while, and when Xue Ling arrives, we’ll switch to another restaurant."

Jiang Chen nodded.

Hong Xiaoyu moved over two stools.

"Bro, have some sunflower seeds."

The restaurant thoughtfully provided snacks like candies and sunflower seeds for the customers waiting for tables.

"Here she comes."

About ten minutes later.

Duan Xueying’s Beetle car appeared.

Hong Xiaoyu stood up and waved to signal her, having no choice as the queue was just too long.

"I’ll go park the car first."

The curbside parking spaces were long gone, and Duan Xueying had to park her car in the underground garage of a residential complex across the street.

Obviously.

She was more familiar with the area than Hong Xiaoyu.

"Brother Jiang Chen."

She greeted Jiang Chen warmly.

Jiang Chen nodded with a smile.

"Why aren’t you going in?"