Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space-Chapter 1842 - 1836: Wait and See

"Let’s go, don’t let our little Yuran starve." Qin Xue also noticed Yuran’s pitiful eyes.

"Yay, finally we can go eat." Upon hearing Qin Xue’s words, Cohen cheered happily.

"Feels like you guys are all starving, right? Let’s not bother finding a place, let’s just go eat at Yingying’s. Maybe we might even run into them." Seeing everyone hungry, Qin Xue decided they should head to Nangong Beiying’s place to eat—it’s quick service and great food, their first choice. freewēbnoveℓ.com

"I don’t mind." Qing Zhu voiced no particular opinion, as long as there’s food.

"I don’t have any objections either." Dongfang Li, who was here just waiting for a place to settle down, had no other thoughts.

"Then let’s go." Qin Xue held her youngest son’s hand. It would take them over ten minutes to walk there, a bit of a distance away.

"Alright, off to eat!" Yu Chen grabbed his mother’s hand and charged forward. If his little bag hadn’t always had snacks, he would’ve been whining by now.

"Looks like we overlooked something and let these little guys starve." Qin Xue glanced at Chu Molin, who was holding two kids’ hands and heading out the door.

"Cohen, make sure to hold Aunt Qing’s hand in a bit, okay?" Qin Xue called to Cohen walking ahead, worried about the traffic and crowd outside.

"Got it, Mom. Why do we call Ying Mom ’Mom,’ but Aunt Qing isn’t ’Mom’?" Cohen had pondered this for a while but just couldn’t figure it out.

"That’s because Ying Mom is your godmother. Didn’t you want to marry her when you grow up? Now you’re hung up on this again." Qin Xue was unsure why Cohen suddenly brought this up.

"But Uncle Xiao Qi won’t let me marry her." Cohen was saddened. Such a beautiful sister becoming his godmother felt quite disappointing.

"Haha, Cohen, with your little kid looks trying to compete with a handsome guy like Xiao Qi for a girlfriend, how could you not lose?" Qing Zhu hadn’t expected such a backstory—it’s just too funny.

Who would’ve thought that Yingying was so popular? Qing Zhu could tell that Xiao Qi was a good match, someone with his interest is a great choice. But hearing Cohen also say he’d marry Yingying when he grows up was somehow amusing.

"Aunt Qing, do you think I’m not good enough for her?" Cohen looked unhappily at Qing Zhu. Having Xiao Qi against it was one thing, but now another was Qing Zhu—not fun at all.

"Uh, it’s not about being good enough or not, but you’re on different wavelengths. You’ll understand naturally when you grow up." How could Qing Zhu explain? To explain to a three or four-year-old was impossible, right? Should she tell Cohen he has an Oedipus complex?

"Okay, then I’ll grow up first and then compete with Uncle Xiao Qi." Cohen set his first life goal.

"Alright, we’ll all await your performance eagerly." Qing Zhu nearly died laughing, finally shaking off the gloom brought earlier by Silver Wolf.

"Aunt Qing, what kind of man do you want to marry?" Cohen, thinking he wasn’t suitable for Nangong Beiying, wondered what type of man Qing Zhu wanted.

"Cohen, are you sure you’re just a child?" Qing Zhu raised an eyebrow at Cohen. Is it really okay for a little kid to discuss what kind of man she wants to marry?

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