Rebirth in the 80s: The Scholar Wife is Cute
Chapter 152 What’s Your Maternal Uncle’s Last Name?

Chapter 152: Chapter 152 What’s Your Maternal Uncle’s Last Name?

It was only eleven o’clock, not yet lunchtime, and besides He Nan, there were no other customers in the restaurant. He sat near the entrance, with two bowls of steaming shredded pork noodles in front of him.

There were also two dishes of meat.

As Shen Mianmian approached, she caught a whiff of meat.

"Big Brother He, have you been waiting long?"

"I’ve just arrived as well." He Nan gestured for her to sit down, "Eat the noodles."

Shen Mianmian obediently sat down, picked up her chopsticks, and after one bite of the dish, she couldn’t resist asking, "Big Brother He, did you read what’s in the book?"

"No," He Nan replied indifferently, continuing to eat as if uninterested in the contents of the book.

Shen Mianmian: "..."

Should she remind him that it was a love letter?

Would Big Brother He find her meddlesome?

"You have something to say to me?" He Nan put down his chopsticks, looking at her, "Is it about the English book?"

The little girl was too obvious, and as perceptive as He Nan was, he naturally saw that she was holding back something she wanted to say.

She was afraid of him, and if he didn’t ask, she would probably struggle with it internally for a long time, unable to enjoy her meal.

Shen Mianmian didn’t expect He Nan to ask directly, so she no longer hid her thoughts.

"The other day, when I was reading this English book, a little note fell out from between the pages, it seemed like a love letter someone wrote to you."

After speaking, she glanced at him somewhat guiltily, knowing it was wrong to read someone else’s private note, unsure if He Nan would mind.

"A love letter?"

He Nan frowned.

Was he upset that she read the note? Shen Mianmian hurriedly explained, "I didn’t do it on purpose, I... at that time, the note had fallen to the floor, and I didn’t know it was written to you..."

Before she could finish her sentence, He Nan interrupted her indifferently, "That book was a gift from my aunt."

"Ah?"

Shen Mianmian opened her mouth wide in surprise.

It was a gift from his aunt?

Who placed the item inside, she wondered, whimsically asking, "What’s your uncle’s last name?"

As soon as she spoke, she wished she could bite off her own tongue.

Her words were so subtle, surely Big Brother He wouldn’t understand what she meant, right?

He Nan’s face darkened, "I don’t have a cousin."

Shen Mianmian: "..."

She lowered her head in embarrassment, not daring to look up again, her cheeks burning even hotter.

In fact, He Nan was much younger than her in her previous life; she could have been his aunt. Yet with his overpowering presence, she could treat Lu Siyuan and Du Xiaohui like young rascals,

but she couldn’t treat He Nan like a nephew.

In his presence, the childish intelligence that seemed to be in her body was always suppressed.

"Bending your head so low, can you even pick up the food?" He Nan saw her continuously bowing her head to eat the noodles while the two plates of meat remained nearly untouched, his brows slightly furrowed.

If she didn’t take advantage of her young age to nourish herself properly, once she gets older and her bones set, she really wouldn’t grow any taller.

Her current height was still a bit short, not convenient enough for ruffling hair; perhaps growing another twenty centimeters should be just about right.

"..."

Hearing his words, Shen Mianmian, originally about to pick up noodles, immediately turned her chopsticks towards the meat and started eating.

Mmm... truly delicious.

Shen Mianmian knew that He Nan brought her out to eat, and he always ordered meat dishes, probably because he saw that she was small and malnourished.

But his presence was too strong, and the hand she used to pick up her food, uncontrollably stiff.

So she could only keep hypnotizing herself inwardly, telling herself that the person sitting across from her, whose soul was much younger than hers, should be regarded as just a nephew, he wouldn’t eat her, so there was nothing to fear, nothing to fear.