Chapter 2293 - 1912: A Man’s Confidence (Part 3)

Chapter 2293: Chapter 1912: A Man’s Confidence (Part 3)

This large blue and white sign, brought back to the village, left everyone in awe for quite some time.

Song Tan was unaware of her mother’s feelings, thinking Wu Lan had suddenly awakened and was starting to enjoy the envy of others.

But looking at things now: it doesn’t quite seem that way.

Just listen to Wu Lan say, "Xiaozhang hasn’t been coming over recently, so I bought some things online, drove to pick them up myself."

At this point, her own plan couldn’t be delayed anymore.

She cleared her throat and casually said in a low voice, "Your Auntie Lu and I plan to go on a self-driving tour for a few days."

The voice was quick and quiet, as if she’d be rejected if heard clearly.

Song Tan was startled.

Without having said a word, Song Sancheng paused his floor scrubbing in surprise:

"What? You two going on a self-driving tour?" He thought, why not take me along?

But with Lun Jing around, it indeed wasn’t very convenient for him as a man to stick around. Yet, despite this, he still felt a bit sour, muttering:

"There’s so much to do at home, how can we afford to be short on people?"

Wu Lan felt a bit embarrassed; after all, she hadn’t done anything purely enjoyable almost her entire life.

But as soon as Song Sancheng hesitated, her confidence soared:

"When has there ever been a time with nothing to do at home? Even in the dead of winter, there’s plenty to organize. Why? I can’t go out? You fish all day, sitting for hours, and I haven’t said anything."

Song Sancheng hesitated: "I..."

The moment he started to speak, Wu Lan struck a chord deeper: "You sit all day and don’t catch a fish, at least on my trip I get to enjoy the sights."

Song Sancheng: ... He immediately buried his head and scrubbed furiously, with extra force.

All the while, muttering, "Go on your trip. Why talk to me about it? I didn’t say you can’t go."

Looking at Song Tan, she didn’t say anything else, instead pulling out her phone and fiddling with it:

"Mom, I’ve transferred 100,000 yuan to you. You and Auntie Lu can spend this on your outing, make sure to spend it all."

Her mom recently bought a car, got all sorts of decorations, exchanged extravagant gifts with Auntie Lu, not knowing why, each more grand than the last.

Say they’re competing? Look at the cozy atmosphere between them, it doesn’t seem like it at all.

But with Wu Lan’s personality, would she not feel distressed seeing her savings as her small personal treasury at night?

Song Tan simply replenished a bit more; when traveling, one should spend more freely.

Wow! The daughter’s blatant backstab made Song Sancheng scrub even harder.

Wu Lan received it happily, glanced at Song Sancheng, snorted, and turned into the room.

The more Song Sancheng thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt, instructing Song Tan again:

"Tantan, dig up some worms for me. I’m not traveling, but I still want some leisure."

He’s determined to outdo the fishermen invited by Zhang Yanping.

Song Tan: ...

He’s so childish at his age.

But she agreed readily: "Alright, Dad, pick a good spot, try to make sure everyone can see you. When they catch nothing, and you keep hauling them in, won’t they all be envious?"

Isn’t that so?

Song Sancheng imagined the scene and felt gratified inside.

But then, a little bit of male pride and competitiveness surged within: "Wait a minute."

He stopped Song Tan, "Don’t go getting worms now, I’ll go ask Yun Yun’s House for some."

With identical bait, today we can truly see whose skills are better!

But um... he was a bit conflicted:

Would that tabby cat still be guarding by the river on a rainy day?

Song Tan truly had nothing more to say—dear father, even when you’re fishing for ordinary fish before, you never seemed to have any success!

Yet clearly, Song Sancheng wasn’t the only one with such confidence in this world.

Those fishermen who drove over miles and miles also felt certain of gaining victory this time, with even a couple of wealthier folks glancing around Zhang Yanping’s inn, brows furrowed, muttering:

"Is there really no better place to stay here?"

Wow!

Hearing about this at night, Zhang Yanping almost learned from the sorrowful embroidress, singing a lament about being pressed year after year to spin gold thread!

But what can he do? Customer comes first, so in the end, he arranged it at Lu Chuan’s inn.

Watching with wide eyes as someone booked a room for over 900 yuan for two nights effortlessly.

While he? His inn would need to accommodate six people to earn that amount...

This fisherman was even particularly proud, turning and announcing in the group:

[The air here is great. I’m not sure how good the fish are, but the village inn surprisingly has great conditions, I recommend everyone come stay at the expensive one. The cheaper places are too rudimentary.]

[As for the worms, I heard from those who arrived last night that they hardly caught any fish. Here it’s different, though expensive, they say you get worms from Lao Song’s family, and I hear this bait, unless the fish are smart enough to eat then dash off, is definitely a catch!]