Reborn as a Rich Woman in the Eighties
Chapter 481 - 480 Probably going to be anxious

Chapter 481: Chapter 480 Probably going to be anxious

"You guys eat!" I really need to go back home for a bit!"

Luo Xinyan knew that Lin Xia’s uncle-in-law meant well, but she still didn’t want to eat with the two of them, and she felt she would be too restrained lying around at Lin Xia’s house—nothing like the ease of her own home.

Song Yinran deepened his smile on his face, "Actually, we bought all this food today because we wanted to properly thank you and Lin Xia. We’re lucky to have you guys looking after our meals so often when we’re away from home!

Otherwise, eating at restaurants every day truly lacks any taste of home!

Between you and me, we’re relatives after all, so please don’t be too formal! Aren’t Northerners known for their hearty hospitality?"

Faced with Song Yinran’s gracious words, Luo Xinyan found it hard to refuse, and in the end, she had no choice but to agree to eat with them.

Eating in the clothing store would definitely be troublesome, as they’d have to bring over stuff like tables and bowls from the back room, so the three of them locked up the store and went to the back.

What Song Yinran had bought was all ready-made cooked food, including roast chicken and sauces for beef and pig’s head meat, which could be eaten after simply cutting and plating. There were seven or eight big pancakes that were perfect for the main course, nice and hot.

Luo Xinyan looked at the dishes, fearing they might be too greasy to eat.

While she was heating up the pancakes, she took the opportunity to peel two potatoes and shred them with a wooden fork, blanch them in water, then added a few seasonings and finished off with some oily chili oil, making a plate of shredded potato salad.

Song Yinran found that whatever Luo Xinyan made was delicious. The simply dressed potato salad tasted just right, and he found his chopsticks reaching for that dish time and time again.

Luo Xinyan wasn’t too fond of meat dishes. She ate a few pieces of roast chicken, but hardly touched the beef and pig’s head meat. Her chopsticks, too, went toward the plate of potato shreds.

As a result, their chopsticks unexpectedly touched, and upon realizing, they swiftly drew apart.

They both exclaimed at the same time:

"Ah! You eat!"

"You eat!"

Luo Xinyan then slightly awkwardly lowered her head, continuing to eat her dish, and didn’t dare to look in Song Yinran’s direction again.

She felt she didn’t know what was wrong; faced with Lin Xia’s uncle-in-law, she often felt uncomfortable, especially those deep eyes of his that seemed to carry stories, which made it hard for her to look at him directly.

Along ducked his head even lower, focused on being invisible, and dug into the plate of beef in front of him.

Song Yinran, looking at Luo Xinyan’s slightly red earlobes and profile as she lowered her head, felt a surge of tenderness.

By rights, women in their fifties in this era would mostly have become grandmothers, surrounded by grandchildren, and naturally wouldn’t have reactions of embarrassment like Luo Xinyan’s.

But Luo Xinyan was different from most! No one could guess her actual age. Her daughter was over thirty when she got married recently...

Song Yinran’s lips curved with a smile, and he suddenly spoke, "It seems that ready-made food from outside just can’t compare to the refreshing taste of your homemade dishes!

Your cooking skills are really good, and when I go back, I’m afraid I’ll miss them like crazy!"

Luo Xinyan became even more uncomfortable, sensing an underlying meaning in his words.

"I just make it up as I go along! It’s not as tasty as you say! Eat up quickly!"

"Alright!" Song Yinran didn’t say much more, but his eyes kept drifting towards Luo Xinyan, who was head down and busy eating.

After the meal, Luo Xinyan wanted to clean up and wash the dishes, but Along swiftly beat her to it.

Because Song Yinran was sitting in the living room drinking tea, which made her feel like she was sitting on pins and needles, she could only go back to the clothing store,

only to find that Song Yinran had no intention of leaving Lin Xia’s house after all. Carrying a teapot and cup, he came to the clothing store by himself.

With his presence, Luo Xinyan found it hard to calm down; her work was always filled with errors.

Eventually, she couldn’t resist turning her head to look at Song Yinran, who was sitting by the stove sipping tea and asked, "Are you waiting for Lin Xia to come back?"

In the past, Song Yinran and Along would occasionally come for a meal and usually leave after eating, but this time, for some reason, he wasn’t leaving.

Song Yinran elegantly poured another cup of tea, "Yes! I have something to discuss with her!"

"Oh!" Luo Xinyan didn’t speak again; she knew about Lin Xia partnering with her uncle in a company venture.

Unable to continue with her sewing work, she sat next to the cutting board to work on buttonholes for a top, allowing her to avoid some of Song Yinran’s burning gaze.

She desperately hoped that Lin Xia would return soon; otherwise, the atmosphere was too weird and awkward.

Afterward, the only sounds in the tailoring shop were the crackling of the wood in the stove, a serene quietness.

She didn’t know how much time had passed when suddenly the shop door was forcefully pulled open from the outside, immediately letting in a whirlwind of cold air.

Song Yinran looked toward the man entering the door, only to see a bearded man in a black cotton-padded jacket holding a piece of fabric; he indifferently turned away his gaze.

Seeing this as business, Luo Xinyan quickly got up and walked over with a smile, "Do you need some work done?"

"Yes! Big sister! I want to make some clothes for myself! Do you think this fabric will be enough?" As he spoke, he deliberately took a couple more glances at the man sitting by the stove, unsure of who he was and wondering if he might be a family member, given his leisurely tea-drinking demeanor.

The visitor was none other than Wang Si, who wanted Wang Lan to introduce him to Luo Xinyan.

After going back home, the more he thought about it, the more he realized it was not enough to rely on others for introductions; he had to get to know her himself.

Once acquainted, certain things would be easier to discuss!

She had lost her husband, he had lost his wife; forming a union from this would be a wonderful thing!

So he rummaged through his belongings and found a piece of wool fabric he had been reluctant to use, thinking of getting familiar with this woman through the pretense of having clothes made.

"Let me take a look!" Luo Xinyan took the fabric and laid it out on the cutting board, measuring it with her ruler before asking, "What kind of outfit do you want? There’s not enough for an overcoat, but enough for a Sun Yat-sen suit!"

Wang Si’s face lit up with an eager gleam, "Then a Sun Yat-sen suit it is!" As long as she made it, he would be happy with anything!

Lou Xinyan thought he seemed quite jovial, though his beard truly made him look uncouth; she picked up the tape measure and began to take his measurements.

First, she measured the length of the jacket, the width of the shoulders, and the length of the sleeves, jotting them down in a small notebook beside the cutting board.

Wang Si’s mouth was stretched wide in a grin; he already knew she was beautiful from a distance, but up close, her features were as delicate as those of a movie star, and he could smell a faint fragrance, making him unconsciously swallow.

If he could marry her... his mind already conjured up images not suitable for children.

Luo Xinyan commanded, "Raise your arms! I need to measure your chest."

Wang Si quickly raised his arms, and his breathing became involuntarily ragged.

At that moment, Song Yinran approached them. With a cold glance at the bearded man, he, as a man himself, could easily discern what the other was thinking.

"Let me do it!"

"Huh?" Luo Xinyan looked at Song Yinran, puzzled by his sudden offer.

Seeing her dazed expression, Song Yinran felt a mix of annoyance and amusement. He took the tape measure from her hands, "I’ll measure! You keep track!"

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