Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter-Chapter 583 - 582: Happy Birthday, Lin Yixuan_1

Chapter 583: Chapter 582: Happy Birthday, Lin Yixuan_1

“Ah? We’re sailing out to sea tomorrow?”

Upon hearing the words “boat trip,” Shitou’s face turned bitter, and he fell backward.

“Sigh.”

The other brothers also wore a mournful expression.

“Those who don’t want to sail don’t have to.”

Lin Qingluo smiled kindly, “You can stay in Jishui Village, waiting for news and coordinating with our secret contacts.”

“No, no, no, I want to go.”

Hearing this, Shitou ceased his complaints instantly, his head bobbing like a buoy on the sea.

What a joke! After coming all this way and enduring the hardship of the journey, how can I be satisfied without even seeing the treasure site?

“We want to go too.”

The rest of the brothers, sharing the same thought, echoed in chorus.

“Alright, those who want to go can go together.”

Lin Qingluo had a keen sense of perception, she managed to pick up on everyone’s expressions in an instant, making her eyebrows curve with a smile.

Braised pork knuckle, marinated elbow, braised chicken, spiral intestines, stir-fried mutton with garlic, beef strips with green pepper.

All signature dishes of Blessing Feast Restaurant were served, making the young men salivate at the sight.

“Dig in!”

At Lin Jinyun’s command, eight people, five pairs of chopsticks, all reached for the marinated elbow at the same time.

Lin Qingluo picked up a piece of the soft and tasty beef strip, put it in her mouth, and chewed slowly.

She watched, her eyes sparkling, as the brothers fought over the food with their chopsticks, no one willing to give up the chance to grab the delicious food.

“The mutton is delicious, Sister, you should try some.”

Even the Little Prince was enjoying the spectacle, munching on the mutton while also pinching a piece for his sister.

“The braised chicken is also good, not too salty, just right.”

Mo Canglan, not entertained by the spectacle, also pinched a piece of chicken and placed it on the little master’s plate.

“While they’re fighting over the elbow, let’s eat quickly. Help yourselves to whatever you like.”

Lin Qingluo whispered to the two.

“Uh-huh.”

Both of them nodded obediently, secretly amused.

“The chicken noodle soup is here.”

The door to the private room was opened again, a waiter carrying a bowl of chicken noodle soup, placed it down in front of the Little Prince with a smile.

“Happy Birthday, Xuan’er.”

Lin Qingluo patted the Little Prince’s head, her eyes gentle.

“Sister, thank you.”

The Little Prince did not expect his sister to remember his birthday while they were abroad and specially ordered him a bowl of chicken noodle soup. He was both surprised and delighted, his shiny big eyes filled with moisture. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

“Once you finish this bowl of noodles, Xuan’er will be nine years old.”

Lin Qingluo looked at him adoringly and sighed, “Time flies. It has been six years already. Xuan’er is now a big boy, we can’t call you by your nickname anymore, we should call you by your full name, Lin Yixuan.”

“Xuan’er likes it when Sister calls me by my nickname.”

Lin Yixuan’s watery eyes, full of attachment, stared at his sister as always.

Lin Qingluo teased with a shallow smile, “A nine-year-old boy being called Xuan’er sounds a bit too cutesy and inappropriate.”

“Yixuan, this name sounds elegant.”

Shitou, having fast hands, managed to grab a marinated elbow, enjoying his meal.

He didn’t miss the chance to flatter.

“It’s the young lad’s birthday today? Why didn’t you let us know earlier? We would’ve ordered more dishes.”

Feng Yi, who failed to grab any marinated elbow, saw this as an opportunity to request for more.

“Xuan’er is nine years old now? You’re a big boy now, you have to stop clinging to your sister and crying.”

Wang Meng, always straightforward, offered his two cents.

“Oh, shut it, you. Even gnawing on an elbow can’t keep your mouth shut.”

Shitou found the comment displeasing and snapped back instinctively.

“You’re also gnawing on an elbow, how come you’re still talking?”

Wang Meng, not one to back down, glared in retort.

And so, the two started squabbling again.

“Happy Birthday, young nine-year-old.”

Lin Jinyun patted Lin Yixuan’s head gently with a smile, placing her snatched marinated elbow on his plate.