HLM -Chapter 1336 Sunset’s Big Sister

Driving on the road, Eva asked, “Where are we going first?”

Wang Bo said firmly, “First, the library.”

“Ah?”

Wang Bo had made up his mind: without internet, the best way to pass the late-night hours was to read.

Iceland had many bookstores—after all, literacy was 100%, and the per capita number of books published was the highest in the world.

In Iceland’s long winter nights, many people stayed at home, and activities like reading or knitting were good ways to spend time. Moreover, there was an old Icelandic saying: “Better to go barefoot than to read too little.” Books were highly valued.

At the bookstore, Wang Bo picked out a pile of books. When he went to pay with cash, the cashier looked surprised.

“What’s the matter?” Wang Bo asked, thinking there was something wrong with the books he bought.

The cashier laughed, “Nothing, it’s just that I haven’t seen anyone pay with cash in a while.”

Iceland, with its small population and rapid urbanization, had long adopted a cashless transaction system. Card payments and online payments were the norm. With a UnionPay or MasterCard, you could go anywhere in Iceland.

Carrying the books outside, Wang Bo was about to find a sightseeing spot to stroll, when a fierce wind blew in, accompanied by sparse snowflakes. The weather changed suddenly—it was snowing…

Dale was overjoyed and clapped her hands: “Great! We can see snow for Christmas again!”

Next to the bookstore was a café. Icelanders loved caffeinated drinks. Coca-Cola once implemented a famous strategy in Iceland: upon entering the market, they increased the caffeine content in their drinks, quickly dominating the market.

Some people described Icelanders like this: if they weren’t drinking cola or coffee, they must be drunk.

Wang Bo found a café with few customers and booked the whole place.

The café owner laughed happily as he counted the bills in his hands: “Want to bring pets in? No problem, go ahead.”

Zhuang Ding and the Queen came in, and the owner marvelled: “What a good-looking dog! Wow, what breed is this? Amazing.”

When the fat cat and the princesses entered, the owner’s curiosity piqued: “That’s not a cat, right? What kind of feline is this? I’ve never seen one before. A snow fox? Oh, I’ve seen that.”

Then Little Wang squeezed in. Old Wang immediately locked himself in a room, peering nervously through the glass.

Eva explained, “My lion-tiger beast is just big in size; it’s actually obedient, sensible, and gentle. Come on, Little Wang, wave and say hello.”

Little Wang lifted a paw, its large paw wobbling like a pillar.

The owner and staff were scared, but the child wasn’t afraid. Seeing Little Wang, he ran excitedly, squatting and tilting his head up to look at it.

Little Wang bared his teeth at him. The owner panicked and shouted, “Regimison, come back, come to your dad!”

The child wasn’t scared at all and looked back, smiling brightly: “This big cat is so majestic, Dad! Can we keep one?”

The owner’s smile froze—it was impossible to keep such a creature.

Wang Bo said kindly, “You can pet it; it will like you.”

The boy carefully reached out, stroking the smooth mane on Little Wang’s neck. Little Wang stretched its neck comfortably and laid down on the floor.

Delighted, the boy said, “Wow, really, it likes me.”

A waiter, looking at this imposing yet gentle beast and at Wang Bo and Eva together, realized: “You’re from New Zealand? Sunset Town, New Zealand?”

This was the second time they had been recognized. Although this time it was because of Little Wang, Wang Bo felt pleased. Sunset Town was gaining global recognition.

The café owner, unfamiliar with tourism, asked, “What about Sunset Town, New Zealand?”

A young waiter explained, “It’s very famous. My brother travels all over the world. He said of all the places he’s been, Sunset Town is the best!”

Old Wang felt truly happy hearing this.

The children played with Little Wang for a while, then ran out. A few minutes later, they returned, followed by a group of fair-haired, blue-eyed, pale-skinned little boys and girls.

“Look, that’s the big cat I told you about! Now you believe me, right? I wasn’t lying!” the boy proudly pointed at Little Wang.

“Wow!” the children exclaimed as they rushed in, snowflakes flying with them.

Seeing so many children running toward him, Little Wang jumped back to hide behind Wang Bo.

Wang Bo scratched his head, sighing: “Little Wang, you coward. When will you get braver?”

“It’s not cowardly; it’s attached to you,” Eva defended Little Wang.

Wang Bo pushed Little Wang forward. Several children reached out to pet him. Little Wang was reluctant; some children were too rough, even tugging on his mane.

Dale stepped forward and blocked a little boy, frowning: “What are you doing? You can pet it, but you cannot pull its mane like that!”

The little boy was slightly smaller than Dale, and Dale, being well-nourished and developed, was bigger.

Chastised by Dale, the little boy puffed up his chest: “I want to, so what?”

The little girl, not a sweet-tempered lady, got furious. She swung her hand, pushing the boy away, and he flew like a ragdoll!

Eva quickly stopped her, scolding: “Dale, what are you doing? You shouldn’t fight!”

Dale huffed: “He bullied Little Wang. I can’t watch Little Wang get bullied!”

Old Wang secretly gave her a thumbs-up: good, showing the big sister style of Sunset Town.

Eva noticed and laughed: “Wang, don’t spoil her. Are you raising a spoiled girl?”

Mother Bo mediated: “Ah, Little Wang is Dale’s friend. Dale is its big sister. Protecting a friend is right, but fighting is wrong. Dale, no fighting in the future.”

The little boy, pushed away, was unwilling. He got up and charged: “I’ll hit you!”

Dale grabbed him again, sending him flying once more. The poor child took another airborne trip.

Other children, intimidated, stood quietly aside.

Seeing no way to continue, Wang Bo felt relieved. Luckily, the snowstorm passed quickly. Outside there was only wind, no snow. After finishing coffee, he quickly got in the car with the pets.

Once they left, the café owner’s son and others were unhappy. He blocked a little boy, shouting: “Seyjursson, I shouldn’t have brought you! I’ll never play with you again!”

Daytime was too short. They had only been out a little while, and it was already lunchtime.

Seafood in Reykjavik was famous worldwide. With many rare North Atlantic delicacies, uncontaminated and natural, it was the best choice for lunch.