Chapter 2387: 1866: The Honored Only Child (Part 3)

The area used to store roll-up banners and various posters. It’s not that President Yang wasn’t sincere in offering the opportunity.

It’s just that every year, this expo requires registrations well in advance, along with detailed data about agricultural products, to arrange the corresponding venues properly.

The reference data includes but is not limited to domestic and international recognition, fruit varieties, and preferences of merchants.

He even took the time to explain it seriously.

Such expos are something the Song Family doesn’t pay much attention to, and now that someone has delivered this opportunity to their doorstep, why would they be picky?

Song Tan sincerely thanked him multiple times, and both parties were satisfied before leaving it at that.

Professor Song, who had attended this expo many times, shook his head indifferently upon hearing this:

"Qin City’s Autumn Expo is considered the largest fruit and vegetable expo in the country. The only one larger would be the Asian Expo."

For convenience in the domestic and international markets, it is usually arranged on Hong Kong Island.

"This expo has also had someone specifically design the venue layout. There are some particularly good spots, but no particularly bad ones."

After all, the major customers are the merchants from various places. Since they’ve come, they will carefully follow the guide map through the expo. The scattered individuals who get in with tickets are people interested in and passionate about the field, and they don’t significantly impact sales.

Professor Song briefly explained, "The entire route is planned well, so that each booth gets attention."

"Even if you can’t sign production orders when you go, just perform well and let those foreigners taste the depth of our farming culture."

"No problem!"

Song Tan was always full of confidence in this aspect: "When the time comes, I won’t be at a distant spot, but at the main feature!"

...

Meanwhile, at Mr. Yang’s family.

It’s rare for the entire family to gather, and tonight they’re eating rice. Mr. Yang, reserved in expression but not in action, scooped some soft, glutinous rice into a bottle of chili sauce, scraped it around, and poured it out again.

The action was no different than that of an old farmer dipping sauce in the fields.

Xiaoyang looked bitterly at the last empty bottle, recalling all the precautions he had taken and the interception he’d suffered, now letting out a cold snort:

"How old are you? No ambition at all! Just a little sauce, and you’re so stingy. You have no idea, today my sister’s family had roast duck!"

"Roast duck ah!"

"Fresh ducklings from their ranch, roasted to crispy, moist skin, glistening with oil, so incredibly fragrant with a bite! The duck meat is tender! Even Seventh Uncle used the good flour from home to fry sweet bean sauce, and spicy sauce too..."

"Also, it’s been raining constantly, making the watermelons and melons in the fields explode easily. Last night, they called out many people to pick them vigorously!"

He babbled on saying so much, his words barely finished before the saliva threatened to escape. He quickly took another bite of rice.

Looking at the tiny bit of sauce remaining in his rice bowl, he finally understood why those princes enjoying wealth and glory so easily wanted to seize power.

Who could bear it?!

A big jar of sauce divided as follows: his dad 1/3, his mom 1/3, and him and Qiaoqiao sharing 1/3!

Is this any way to show hospitality?

Does it show any respect for the only child in the family?

President Yang was old and thick-skinned:

"Why strive for a legacy? Your father endured hardships to create success. Come on, say some more, the roast duck sounds delicious and makes me hungry! Later tonight, we’ll even have a midnight snack."

What does adding a midnight snack mean?

The fridge is in his room, and all those nice things are in his fridge, just eating alone!

No matter that Xiaoyang received 100 ears of corn later; that fresh young corn could only be cooked as various corn dishes!

The noble only child resentfully took another bite of rice:

"Qiaoqiao, we agreed, when I’m at school for military training, you must visit me regularly!"

"If you touch me deeply with your visits, I’ll call you Brother Qiaoqiao in future!"

Qiaoqiao seriously, heavily, like answering every lover’s "Do you love me?" question, replied with great sincerity:

"Okay."

After a pause, he asked:

"But I’m actually older than you, why don’t you call me Brother Qiaoqiao now?"

He said this with a little bit of anticipation, his eyes shining brightly as he looked over:

"If you call me brother, I’ll have a younger brother, and I can be the older brother!"

President Liu burst into laughter at the dinner table.

Mr. Yang couldn’t help himself either.

Oh, boys, they all want to be the older brother, not the little brother...

Understandably, understandably.

Xiaoyang: "..."

After a while, he suddenly, pitifully said: "Brother Qiaoqiao, school military training will be hard for me, as my elder brother, you’ll surely feel sorry for me and give me lots of stuff, right?"

Then with the Emperor far away, mom and dad won’t be able to compete for it, haha!