CHAPTER 74: CHAPTER 74: IT’S TOO MUCH TO SNATCH OTHER PEOPLE’S THINGS TO EAT

Kowtowing with sound effects, Qin Guanglin wouldn’t let anyone do such a thing, it’s nearly enough, no need to be so serious.

Besides, if someone really kowtowed and injured themselves, he’d need to pay compensation.

Turning around to leave, he hesitated then stopped and pulled out twenty yuan from his wallet. "Let’s see when will I get married, is this enough?"

Although this old man wasn’t as skilled as Teacher He, he still had some abilities.

"Just one question?" The old man took the money, and his mood improved significantly, securing his lunch.

"Just this one."

"Three years. Wait three years and you’ll find her, your future wife isn’t bad at all, she is—"

The old man started to provide extra information, but Qin Guanglin wasn’t pleased. Three years? He was eager to get married next year; who could wait three years?!

"Fine, fine, just stop," Qin Guanglin hurriedly interrupted him, "I’m planning to get married next year, don’t jinx it."

"Next year?" The old man huffed, "You try it, if you can get married then come find me, I’ll give you your money back."

"For twenty yuan I’ll come back? Do you reimburse for travel expenses?" Qin Guanglin decided not to stay any longer. This place was unreliable. It was better to ask Teacher He, even though she might not answer.

The old man didn’t catch on to his cue, rearranged his expression solemnly and said, "Bring another twenty, and I’ll tell you something crucial."

"No more." Qin Guanglin put his wallet away, "Forget the good, I don’t want to hear the bad either, let’s just leave it."

"Ten yuan, for ten yuan I’ll also tell you." The old man conceded, "Past events can be discussed casually, but not future events without payment; those are the rules, otherwise I’d tell you for free."

Qin Guanglin waved his hand, "Thanks, but it’s better to look forward to surprises."

"Ai, ai... hey, what’s there to look forward to!"

The old man wasn’t pleased to see him leave and sighed after looking at the piece of paper, tearing it up and tossing it aside.

Fate hasn’t arrived; let it be what it will be.

Qin Guanglin leisurely bought two grilled sausages at a nearby stall, holding one in each hand while waiting for He Fang. He didn’t believe in any significant foretellings; if there were anything crucial, He Fang would have told him for sure.

Yep, trust Teacher He.

"Junk food." He Fang commented when she saw the grilled sausages he was holding, yet her actions were swift as she took a bite.

"I’ve been exercising a lot these days, not afraid of getting fat." Qin Guanglin finished his sausage in a few bites, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and handed one to her.

He Fang walked a few steps ahead and pointed, "I want that."

The area had everything; vendors would sell anything to attract tourists. He Fang was pointing at an ice cream cart.

"That’s too cold, that’s the real junk food."

Qin Guanglin hesitated, not wanting to buy it; recalling He Fang’s stomach ache from a few days ago was vivid in his memory, and he heard that could last a week, not sure if it was over.

"It’s nice to eat something cool in this heat."

"Your stomach doesn’t hurt anymore?"

"It’s all past now, an ice cream won’t hurt." He Fang pulled him towards the cart, "Otherwise, I wouldn’t eat it even if you asked me to."

Reluctantly, Qin Guanglin followed He Fang to the ice cream cart, pulling out his wallet to ask, "What flavor do you want?"

"Strawberry," He Fang replied without hesitation, "And you?"

"Blueberry, I guess." He glanced casually; there wasn’t any carrot flavor.

Qin Guanglin figured he must have been a rabbit in his past life, otherwise why would he love carrots so much.

"Strawberry, blueberry, thirty yuan in total."

Prices in tourist areas were really...well, beyond words.

But getting this cart up here really wasn’t easy, Qin Guanglin pulled out the money and handed it over, then looked around, "Anything else you fancy?"

"That’s all," He Fang finished her grilled sausage and looked around, tossing the stick in the trashcan and returning, "If I get fat, it’s your fault."

"Being a bit chubby is good, like me, healthy," Qin Guanglin thought his weight of 130 was just right.

He Fang sized him up and snorted disdainfully, calling him skinny and planning to get him to eat more meat.

As the vendor finished making the ice cream and they walked away, Qin Guanglin suddenly asked, "Have you ever predicted...?"

"What?"

"Have you ever predicted when I’ll get married?"

The old man’s words had left him feeling uneasy. Three years was too long. At the pace they were going, the two of them certainly wouldn’t wait three years. If it really took three more years to get married, there had to be some mishap or obstacle... Qin Guanglin dared not to continue the thought and hoped He Fang would give him some reassurance.

"Never predicted," He Fang was straightforward, took a lick from her ice cream, and looked at him, "But we should probably date for two or three years first, right?"

"Hm?" Qin Guanglin frowned, "That long?"

So the hiccup was with her, was she afraid of marriage?

No way; he had to change her mind, to settle things early for peace of mind.

"Depends on your performance." He Fang didn’t want to expand on this, the specifics weren’t fully planned yet.

"..."

"Depends on your performance" seemed to be a universal phrase, or actually, it just depended on the mood, Qin Guanglin silently grumbled, quickly pondering how he should behave next.

Win over her father first, then get him to push for the marriage. That seemed like a solid plan...

"Let me try some of your blueberry." She tugged Qin Guanglin’s hand closer.

"Here." Qin Guanglin handed it over, and after she tried it said, "Now let me try yours."

"Here."

Ice cream in May still felt quite cooling. He was hesitant to let He Fang eat too much, but as soon as she handed it over, he opened his mouth wide and took a big bite, eating half of it directly.

"..."

He Fang looked at her ice cream, which now looked as if a dog had taken a bite, and scoffed at Qin Guanglin, full of grievance, "Why did you take such a huge bite?!"

Qin Guanglin, gritting his teeth to accommodate the iciness, mumbled unclearly, "Tastes good."

"Let’s swap ours!" He Fang reached for his ice cream, "If it tastes so good, eat your own."

"No swap." He held it high above, no way he’d swap.

"If you’re going to act like this, you’re looking at three years of dating!"

He Fang stormed off, more than a little irritated, her strawberry-flavored ice cream missing a large chunk and no longer tasting sweet.