Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 910 - 128 Silly son_2

Chapter 910: 128 Silly son_2

"Dad." Even though Da Qiangzi was speaking of things Dawang could hardly remember, his heart was inexplicably overcome with emotion, and he blurted out the word "Dad."

"Dad, Dad!" It was, after all, the bond of blood, and tears gushed forth from Dawang like a fountain. He threw himself into Da Qiangzi’s arms and wept bitterly like a three-year-old child.

Seeing his son in such a state, Da Qiangzi felt a secret delight. He patted Dawang’s back seemingly to soothe him while gleefully plotting his next move.

"Oh, my boy, your dad has been wronged and suffered a lot in the neighboring town. Today, as soon as I returned, I went to find your mother, and I haven’t even had a meal..."

Before he could finish, Dawang had already wiped the tears from his face and said excitedly, "Dad, you’ve suffered. Come on, your son will treat you to a good meal!"

Da Qiangzi was overjoyed inside, but he pretended to refuse, "What does good or not good matter? The best thing is being able to eat with my son. That Fuman Building in our town, I heard it changed owners and added many new dishes!"

Dawang, while pulling Da Qiangzi towards the back courtyard of Jin Ji Vinegar Workshop, was chatting with him. But he didn’t catch the hint in Da Qiangzi’s words and said with a laugh, "Dad, Fuman Building really did get a new boss, do you know who the new boss is?"

Who could it be? Certainly not him, Da Qiangzi!

Da Qiangzi muttered to himself for a while but then looked at his son with indulgent eyes and asked somewhat absent-mindedly, "Oh? Who is it? It can’t be someone we know, can it?"

"It’s more than just someone we know!" Dawang pushed open the door to the common sleeping quarters where he lived, and said cheerfully, "Dad, I swear you won’t believe it if I tell you. It’s Lin Yuan from our village, the big girl from Second Uncle Lin’s family!"

Lin Yuan? The name sounded very familiar.

Da Qiangzi frowned in thought, then suddenly his eyes widened in shock, "That Little Disaster Star?"

Dawang brought back a basin of water and took out his best set of clothes, which had been tailor-made for his sons by Loudmouth at Mo Sanniang’s fabric shop, using the finest materials. Dawang was usually too reluctant to wear it, only putting it on when visiting Loudmouth once a month, and then promptly taking it off and storing it away upon returning.

"She’s no longer Little Disaster Star, she’s Lucky Star now! Dad, put on my clothes for something a bit fancier." Handing over the clothes to Da Qiangzi, Dawang added casually, "Even Rice Flower Fragrance is owned by her!"

However, at that moment, Da Qiangzi was so preoccupied with the clothes in his hands that he completely missed the last thing his son said.

"Oh my! Such fine clothes, and you just make do with them? Damn, these women really do have money!"

Da Qiangzi clutched the clothes tightly, afraid that Dawang might change his mind and want them back. Then it occurred to him: if his son could casually give away such fine clothes, there must be even better ones in his wardrobe, and perhaps more valuable things as well.

With this thought, Da Qiangzi’s eyes began to stray toward the large wardrobe, but unfortunately, Dawang had already locked it.

In fact, Da Qiangzi completely misunderstood his son’s intention. Over the years, Dawang had grown and, like Loudmouth, had the advantage of a tall and sturdy build. Da Qiangzi was somewhat shorter, and wearing Dawang’s clothes would naturally be too big for him. This was what Dawang meant by making do.

Dawang personally helped his dad wash up and dressed him in the new clothes, making Da Qiangzi feel revitalized instantly.

"Son, where are we going to eat?" Although the clothes were a bit loose, the fabric was high quality, and Da Qiangzi was thrilled, fastening the button around his neck and urging his son to hurry and take him to eat.

After dumping the dirty water, Dawang said with a smile, "Dad, it’s up to you. Your son is making money now, and whatever you want to eat, I’ll take you to eat."

Da Qiangzi’s eyes lit up, "Then how about we father and son go eat at Fuman Building? I heard the food there was the best when I had my shop in town, and anyone who dined there had some status in town. Let’s go there this time!"

Having said this, Da Qiangzi put his hands behind his back and began to leisurely walk out.

But after just two steps, he felt something was amiss. Turning back, he saw Dawang standing frozen in place, seemingly lost in thought.