The following day, Chu Fang still sent his two children to kindergarten.

Upon arriving at the kindergarten gate, one can immediately spot Shao Xiang standing there, a smile on his face, craning his neck and looking around.

Looking in their direction, Shao Xiang's pupils lit up noticeably, and he quickly ran over with his small schoolbag on his back: "Chu Jin, Chu Zhiye."

Facing Shao Xiang running towards him, Chu Jin raised her right foot, keeping the former at bay, and said in Sichuan dialect, "Don't touch me."

"I was so enthusiastic towards you a few days ago, and you ignored me. Today you're rushing over to fawn over me again. Do you think I'll forgive you? No way, we're breaking up!"

Shao Xiang stopped in his tracks: "Chu Jin, a few days ago my dad wouldn't let me play with you."

"Is that a reason? Why can't you fight with your dad? I fight with Zhong Tingyue all the time at home, what's there to be afraid of!" Chu Jin said sternly. "Our friendship ends here, and what I said, even the King of Heaven can't stop me..."

Shao Xiang took out a bag of snacks from his backpack: "These are spicy strips I bought for you."

Chu Jin grabbed Shao Xiang's arm and said, "Good brother, we'll never abandon each other. Let's work together to create something great!"

Faced with the bag of spicy strips, Chu Jin admitted that what she had said earlier was a bit harsh.

Watching the three children enter the kindergarten together, Chu Fang felt much better.

All my hard work these past few days has paid off.

"Mr. Chu."

He was about to leave when he suddenly heard Xu Yuexin's voice. He turned around, smiled, and said, "What brings you here, Madam Shao?"

Xu Yuexin looked embarrassed and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't speak well a while ago, please forgive me."

"Hey, it's okay." Chu Fang waved his hand.

He didn't take it to heart.

The two exchanged a few words briefly before parting ways.

... ...

After the bet with Shao Bowen ended, Chu Fang was too lazy to go to the company and drove straight home.

Then he changed into clothes suitable for working and plunged into the vegetable garden.

He pulled up the vegetables that were already out of season and had died.

This time he plans to plant cilantro.

Chu Fang couldn't understand why there would be anyone in the world who didn't like cilantro.

Cilantro is so delicious! It can be stir-fried with beef, mixed with tofu, made with cilantro meatballs, or stir-fried with cilantro stems and shredded potatoes... every way it's prepared is delicious.

Therefore, he decided to launch a "Cilantro Planting" campaign, starting with planting cilantro himself and spreading it throughout the world.

Anyone who doesn't like cilantro is a heretic and should be crucified and burned.

Chu Fang evenly scattered coriander seeds on the soil surface, covered them with a thin layer of soil, and under suitable temperature, they would sprout in seven to ten days.

After planting the coriander, it was already noon. Chu Fang ate lunch, then found a chair, placed it in the middle of the yard, and lay down to sleep.

I don't know if it's because he's getting old or what, but every noon he feels like sleeping, otherwise he's not energetic in the afternoon and has no energy to do anything.

When Chu Fang woke up, he checked the time: "Only five minutes have passed."

Although he only slept for five minutes, he felt exceptionally energetic.

I don't know why, but the shorter the nap, the more energetic I feel, while if I take a nap for half an hour, I seem to become more and more tired.

That's very strange.

Chu Fang woke up and took a walk outside the villa.

Suddenly, a young man with dyed blond hair was spotted lurking outside his villa, peering in and whistling.

"Shhhhhhh..."

"What are you looking at?" Chu Fang walked up behind him and spoke softly.

The young blond man seemed startled by the voice and quickly took a few steps back. Seeing Chu Fang's appearance, he patted his chest and said, "Thank goodness."

Then, he retorted to Chu Fang: "This isn't your home, what's it to you what I'm looking at?"

"So this is your home?" Chu Fang asked slowly.

"Of course."

He nodded slightly: "Then go in."

"Go ahead and go in."

The young blond man stepped to the villa's gate, only to find it tightly shut. He then realized, "Why should I let you in just because you say so? Am I your dog?"

Chu Fang suddenly laughed.

This guy isn't very bright.

Just then, the villa door opened, and Aunt Li, whom Chu Fang had hired, came out. Upon seeing the young man with blond hair, she said, "I told you not to whistle and not to disturb Mr. Chu's rest."

"Hehe, Mom, I know," the young blond man said with a smile.

Aunt Li saw Chu Fang standing outside the door: "Mr. Chu."

The young blond man followed his mother's gaze and saw Chu Fang standing with his hands behind his back, smiling at him.

Chu Fang said unhurriedly, "When did my home become your home?"

He casually tossed out a remark and headed into the villa.

Chu Fang changed into casual clothes and prepared to continue planting vegetables. Aunt Li came over, looking embarrassed, and said, "Mr. Chu, I'm sorry, that's still my son."

She had just asked her son what had happened.

"It's nothing." Chu Fang waved his hand and was about to leave when he saw Aunt Li hesitate and asked, "Aunt Li, is there anything else?"

Aunt Li said, "Mr. Chu, could you please advance me a year's salary? My son was hit by someone while driving, and we need to pay medical expenses and various compensation fees. I will work hard to repay your kindness..."

Seeing Aunt Li's bewildered expression, Chu Fang quickly interrupted her, saying, "Aunt Li, don't say anymore. Advance payment of salary is no problem, but I can't transfer that much. Give me your bank card."

Aunt Li breathed a sigh of relief, then waved to her son in the distance. The young man with blond hair quickly ran over and handed the bank card to Chu Fang.

He took the bank card, then called the bank, gave them the card number, asked them to transfer the money, and then returned the card.

Chu Fang glanced at the young blond man: "Can you stop being so sneaky? Anyone who doesn't know better would think there's a thief in my house."

The young man with blond hair gave an awkward smile; "Hey, buddy..."

Aunt Li patted him on the head, and he quickly changed his form of address: "Mr. Chu, it was my fault, I hope you can forgive me."

Chu Fang shook his head, picked up his hoe, and headed towards the vegetable garden.

Watching Chu Fang's departing figure, the young man with blond hair turned around and asked, "Mom, is this what rich people are like? Why is he growing vegetables? What's the difference between him and the people back home?"

“The difference is, they’re very rich.” Aunt Li handed her bank card to her son. “Go and compensate them quickly, lest something else goes wrong. How could I have a son like you?”

The young blond-haired man wanted to see more of the so-called mansion, but upon hearing this, he could only leave dejectedly. As he left the villa, he turned back, surveying the mansion, and swore:

"I will definitely live in a house like this in the future."

... ...

While Chu Fang was planting vegetables, he suddenly received a message from his father: "Hurry back to your hometown."