Back to the 70s: My Childhood Sweetheart Spoils Me Rotten-Chapter 815 - 817: A Studious Child

"So tired." Zhao Guangran plopped down on the sofa, continuously whining about his fatigue.

The smile on his face was so big and bright that it could blind someone.

"What’s up?" Zhao Xuran entered the room in high spirits.

Gong Ruini couldn’t care less about Zhao Guangran; today, Zhao Xuran went out with Cai Ming to handle some business, meeting up with someone they contacted yesterday.

Even though she knew there shouldn’t be any surprises, Gong Ruini was slightly worried until she got a definite answer.

But now, seeing Zhao Xuran’s cheerful demeanor, Gong Ruini’s heart was at ease; it must be good news.

"Fantastic." Zhao Xuran smiled with great joy.

Cai Ming was also in a festive mood, "Let’s go out for dinner today."

In the past few days, everyone was busy handling matters, leaving little time for proper meals. Now that things were mostly resolved, it was a big deal—a reason to go out and celebrate.

"Great, great, I want to eat Western food." Zhao Guangran was immediately excited and jumped up upon hearing about a feast, "Nana, come along."

"Sure." Cao Na would have felt embarrassed before, but over time, if something significant happened, both parties would show up; otherwise, the Cao family wouldn’t have helped this time.

"Why Western food?" Zhuge Zhi wasn’t interested in Western cuisine, "Let’s have Chinese food."

Ah, Chinese food again; Zhao Guangran grumbled in his heart, hasn’t he eaten enough Chinese food at home?

Going out should be for delicious food, so why eat the same as at home; there’s no point in wasting money going out.

"I’ll take you somewhere." Zhuge Zhi had long wanted to take Zhao Xuran and the others out for some good food, but with the tense atmosphere at home, he never found the chance. Today was a great opportunity to eat something nice.

"An ancestor was an Imperial Chef." Zhuge Zhi looked expectant, assuring them this time they wouldn’t be disappointed.

Imperial Chef? Hearing that, everyone’s eyes lit up, including Zhao Guangran, who had been complaining; he stopped his grievances, "Really?"

"Grandpa, you’re too good to us." Oh my, dishes by an Imperial Chef; just imagining it, Zhao Guangran felt it must be delicious.

"Drooling." Gong Ruini wasn’t as thrilled; though the title of Imperial Chef sounds impressive, who knows about their culinary skills.

Moreover, cooking for the emperor is bothersome, requiring stability. Especially after many procedures, the food’s taste changes; how good could it taste to the emperor?

But as a means of appeasing people, it’s not bad. Seeing Zhao Guangran’s eager and greedy look, Gong Ruini found it particularly amusing. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Drooling? How could such an ugly thing appear on his face? She wiped her hand, but there was nothing.

Zhao Guangran knew he was tricked by Gong Ruini, "Gong Ruini."

Ni Zi’s shout was so loud earlier, making many people stare at him, which made Zhao Guangran furious.

"I’m here."

"Sorry, I was seeing things; it’s just your look made it seem like you’d drool." Gong Ruini apologized without much sincerity.

"Humph." Who would believe this excuse? Although Zhao Guangran was indignant, what could he do? There were too many siding with Ni Zi here; if he really argued with her, he would only lose out.

Helplessly, Zhao Guangran turned his head away from Gong Ruini, but Gong Ruzhi and Wan Yihui kept staring at him, making Zhao Guangran even angrier.

"Gong Ruini, look at you." Today, he really lost face.

"Xiao Zhi, Xiao Hui, come to sister, sister will tell you stories." Gong Ruini quickly called the two children to her side; why let Zhao Guangran, who was super concerned about face, go unchecked, who knows how he’d overreact.

"Brother Guangran, will you eat a lot today?" Wan Yihui asked quietly as he passed Zhao Guangran.

Preparing to twist the knife again, Zhao Guangran felt like crying. Was expecting good food such a joke?

"Can’t I?" Humph, maybe he’s planning to call him a pig; even if he is, so what? He won’t eat less, and being laughed at more didn’t matter.

"You can, you can. Brother Guangran was really hardworking today, playing with those little brothers." Wan Yihui looked respectful.

What’s going on? Zhao Guangran wasn’t unaccustomed to praise for him; if it came from elders or his elder brother, it would be genuine praise.

But when it came from younger brothers and sisters, Zhao Guangran felt he should think twice, maybe it was just trying to trick him.

Then dig a pit for him to fall into; Zhao Guangran didn’t think about how many times he’s been tricked, it’s all a bitter history.

"Say it, what’s up." Though young, Wan Yihui had a really sweet mouth, undoubtedly wanting something.

"Could I hang out with them in the future?" Wan Yihui twisted his hands and said his wish lowly.

Oh, just for that? How could Wan Yihui have such an idea? Zhao Guangran couldn’t decide; even though they got along well now, thinking of their backgrounds made him break out in cold sweat.

These people might smile now, but could turn hostile anytime; Zhao Guangran had seen it before.

"Can’t I?" Wan Yihui looked a bit disappointed but sensibly didn’t push further.

Wan Yihui quietly returned to Gong Ruini’s side, looking as pitiful as could be.

Gong Ruini understood Wan Yihui’s thoughts; rare for this kid to have so many playmates here, especially as they were quite fun, but there was a big age gap. Would older kids want to bring younger ones along?

Even Zhao Xuran, sensible since young, didn’t want to play with Zhao Guangran, feeling it compromised his pride and disrupted his games with buddies.

"Xiao Hui wants to play with friends? How about with nearby ones?" Wan Qiweng saw her son’s downcast look and felt very upset.

"They’re boring." Wan Yihui’s face remained droopy, not in high spirits.

Boring, what does that mean? Wan Qiweng didn’t understand; previously, hadn’t he played happily with them? "Xiao Hui, you can invite friends over to play."

"No." Wan Yihui shook his head, showing disinterest.

Gong Ruzhi stepped forward but was held back by Gong Ruini.

Once this matter was said out loud, who knows how the recently irritated Wan Qiweng would react; better wait a bit.

Perhaps after dealing with the Wei family, some issues could be resolved without escalating things.

"Mom, I want to go to school." Wan Yihui lifted his head to voice a decision he’d pondered for days.

Oh, go to school? Isn’t it a bit early? Although family kids started and skipped grades early, Wan Qiweng hoped her son wouldn’t endure such strain.

People face many experiences, especially with age, carrying more burdens with less carefree moments like these.

No matter how much Wan Qiweng wished for her son to enjoy his childhood, driven by his desire to study, even with Wan Dajun and Cai Ming agreeing, she could only helplessly consent.