The Unveiling of Secret Queen-Chapter 1649: McKinney Has Local Specialties Like This?

"I just casually said two sentences, and you..."

She originally wanted to say it’s just a girlfriend, does Amadeus Yancey really need to make her lose face like this?

Unfortunately, she didn’t get a chance to finish.

Mr. Yancey already coughed and spoke sternly, "Alright, look at how old you are, and you’re still gossiping."

"Mr. Yancey." Shania Yancey clearly couldn’t swallow this anger.

She believed that she might not be as precious as Amadeus Yancey in the Yancey Family, but at least she should be better than a country bumpkin just found from McKinney.

"I said alright, how many times do you want me to say it before you’ll shut up?" Mr. Yancey was obviously not in the mood, sternly stopping her, and then raised his hand, "If there’s any progress with that batch of goods from Inderia, I’ll let you know, but for today, you should go back first. I’m tired."

Shania Yancey took several deep breaths, then stretched her face, picked up her bag, and left without looking back.

Fredy Yancey awkwardly scratched his nose and also said to Mr. Yancey, "Then I’ll leave too, I’ll go home and take a bath."

"Hmm." Mr. Yancey waved his hand along with it.

Fredy Yancey then left the old house shortly after.

Only after the two of them had left did Mr. Yancey disapprovingly glare at someone, grumbling, "You, you, how many times have I told you? Don’t bother arguing with your cousin, that’s just her personality. Her dad took a bullet for me, and he passed away early for the Yancey Family. Can’t you just let her be a bit?"

He originally wanted to say that Shania Yancey’s intelligence seemed just like that, why bother arguing with her.

Amadeus Yancey looked indifferent, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, "I’ll give her a pass next time."

Next time?

How long until next time?

Is he planning to embarrass Shania again next time?

Mr. Yancey gave him another hard glare, seeing that Amadeus Yancey didn’t even look at him, leisurely lifted the water cup, lowered his head to sip a mouthful of water, suddenly finding it boring, and pretended to be angry, "You brat, don’t think I don’t know, you made her lose face because your cousin said bad things about Nathalie Quinlan!"

"Tsk."

Amadeus Yancey put down the tea cup, lifted his eyelids, his eyes half-smiling as he looked at him, leisurely said, "Aren’t you the same?"

Mr. Yancey: ...

This ungrateful brat!

But he hummed and hawed, put his hands behind his back, but did not deny it.

Just now when Shania brought Nathalie into the conversation, he indeed felt uncomfortable, so he forcibly interrupted Shania when she wanted to speak further and sent her away.

Mr. Yancey was seen through his little scheme, stewing in anger, glared at him, but didn’t want to admit it nor deny it, wandered to the front of him, trying to make his tone not sound so proud, "Nathalie just sent me a message, saying she’s coming over later to bring me some medicine."

He worried Amadeus didn’t understand, coughed again, explained, "It’s that health supplement, those little white pills."

He also went to pharmacy outside to buy them, but couldn’t find any.

"The health supplement Nathalie bought is quite effective, I heard it’s a local specialty from McKinney." Mr. Yancey was full of curiosity, "You stayed in McKinney for so long, have you ever heard of such a local specialty?"

He had heard of local specialties being food or playthings, but never heard of medicine as a local specialty.

Even if this medicine is a health supplement, he still found it rare, at least he hadn’t heard of such a specialty before.

What to say.

Mr. Yancey couldn’t come up with a suitable adjective.

After thinking over and over, he only thought of one word - ’distinctive’!