I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2403 - 1520: Fated Missteps

A person’s appearance, undoubtedly undergoes the greatest changes in the first thirty years.

But from thirty to forty, and from forty to fifty, the changes slow down.

So it’s not surprising that Zhang Zhongquan can recognize Fang Weiguo and his wife, but not Jiang Chen, his nephew.

Of course.

It’s not surprising, yet it’s quite sad.

How does he recognize Hong Xiaoyu, his nephew?

According to Shen Zhou’s traditions and customs, a nephew should be closer than a nephew-in-law!

But that’s just how the world is.

People leave, and the warmth fades.

Being sentimental and loyal is always just for a minority of people.

So what about relatives?

Without interests as a bond, everything is illusory.

A poor lad with both parents deceased, definitely a burden, only brings trouble and is best avoided if possible.

"This guy!"

Jiang Huazi already felt a sense of guilt towards her nephew, and now seeing as Uncle Zhang Zhongquan couldn’t even recognize his nephew face-to-face, she was ashamed, and alongside it, a wave of inexpressible anger rose in her.

Regardless of what the nephew feels.

Moreover, the Fang Family is also here!

They say not to air one’s dirty laundry outside!

And they still have to ask for help from others.

This is truly beyond embarrassing.

Jiang Huazi quickly stepped forward, her prosperous-looking face flushed with emotion, just about to scold loudly, but before she could speak, Fang Weiguo spoke up.

"...Zhongquan has such good eyesight."

The room fell silent once again.

Everyone unanimously directed their gaze towards Fang Weiguo, each with different expressions.

And Fang Weiguo was indeed looking at Zhang Zhongquan, who had "good eyesight," with a meaningful smile.

"Haha! Brother Fang, I might not have many skills, but when it comes to judging people, I definitely have a knack."

The oblivious Zhang Zhongquan, unaware that he had made a huge joke, mistakenly thought he was being praised, and immediately began to boast self-contentedly.

"Fang Qing is one of the finest girls in Sha City, a great talent. Young man, you must have hit a great fortune, make sure to cherish it."

It is evident.

Not only is he flamboyant, but he also loves to show off and pays no attention to everyone’s strange expressions.

Hong Xiaoyu’s opened mouth closed again, as in such moments the juniors must certainly not interrupt, leading to an unparalleled awkwardness.

"You..."

Jiang Huazi’s face turned even redder, breathing became rapid, she wished to find a hole to simply bury herself, just about to speak, but her husband Hong Ou stepped forward and gently pulled on her arm.

"What?"

She turned her head in confusion.

"Don’t speak yet," Hong Ou whispered.

"Zhongquan, you praised too much. The key for two children to be together is mutual affection, not who is more outstanding. Genuine feelings for genuine feelings are the only secret to a lasting relationship. Wouldn’t you agree?"

Fang Weiguo looked towards the two children.

Fang Qing remained silent, but her eyes were glistening.

Jiang Chen pursed his lips, looked at Aunt Pan on the opposite side who was confused and shocked, and nodded steadily.

"Yes. Fang Qing and I never fuss over such things; instead, we learn from each other, complementing each other’s strengths..."

"Indeed!"

Zhang Zhongquan immediately interjected, completely oblivious to his nephew’s increasingly lowered head, which was almost about to fall below the table.

"To have this awareness is truly rare!"

Zhang Zhongquan looked at Jiang Chen with a face full of appreciation, sparing no praise, as from his perspective, this is Fang Family’s "son-in-law," and he needed the Fang Family’s help with his house, so he had to perform well.

"Young people these days only chase immediate pleasure, getting together when they see eye to eye, and separating once tired, it’s sheer nonsense. The novelty will pass, just like eating food. The first time eating a dish made by your wife, you will really like it. But what’s more important is after ten years, twenty years, even thirty years, eating the same dish and still feeling fulfilled."

The furious Jiang Huazi’s angry expression paused slightly.

She had to admit.

This Zhang Zhongquan indeed had a bit of eloquence, with his expansive speech pleasing two elderly women at the table.

Perhaps Fang Qing was no exception.

Although she is young, she will eventually age.

"Uncle, have you eaten?"

Hong Xiaoyu finally found an opportunity to interject.

"No."

"Then come sit with me, Uncle."

"No need, I’m not an outsider, I’ll just stand."

Truly not seeing himself as an outsider, Zhang Zhongquan directly went to the kitchen to get a bowl and chopsticks.

Jiang Huazi and her husband walked back.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing her son get up, Jiang Huazi immediately questioned.

"I’m going to get a chair for Uncle."

"No need. Look whether there’s room left."

Truly.

The dining table was crowded fully, seven people were about the limit, there really wasn’t room for more.

"No worries, I’ll stand and eat, it’s even more convenient to reach for the dishes."

Holding a bowl and chopsticks, Zhang Zhongquan pretended not to notice his cousin’s attitude, as people, they must learn to give themselves a way out.

"Zhongquan, let me serve you a meal."

"Hey, how could I bother Sister Pan, I’ll serve myself."

Jiang Huazi truly did not arrange a seat for Zhang Zhongquan, and did not allow her husband and son to meddle, she sat back down herself, looking apologetically towards her nephew.

Jiang Chen smiled, indicating it was okay.

How many years has it been?

A ship that sailed out of the storm, why would it easily capsize?

He knew Uncle Fang meant well and chose to cooperate.

"Brother Fang, you’re still the one, it’s been so many years, I never tasted such fine wine like Dream Blue at my cousin’s house?"

Zhang Zhongquan stood at the table corner, holding a bowl and chopsticks and staring at the only half-bottle left of baijiu on the table, smacking his lips.

"I’ll get a cup for Uncle."

Hong Xiaoyu, embarrassed to hear an elder say such a thing, hurriedly moved to pour wine for Zhang Zhongquan.