Chapter 37 What Dao? I don't know.

"Wasn't it your mother who answered the phone yesterday? How come you're in such a mess after you got home?" He Zhi frowned as she looked at An Fusheng.

"Huh?" An Fusheng was stunned by He Zhi's question. What kind of mess has this gotten into?

"You actually wore this kind of outfit out? You used to care a lot about your image, didn't you? What happened that made you stop caring about your appearance altogether?"

"Huh?" An Fusheng then noticed that his trouser legs and sleeves were wrinkled because he had rolled them up for too long while working this morning. The clothes he was wearing today were old clothes that the original owner had discarded. Because they were so old, the fabric was soft and wrinkled, making it difficult for them to spring back.

An Fusheng awkwardly smoothed out the wrinkles on his trousers and sleeves. "I've been working all morning with them rolled up, so they're a bit wrinkled, hahaha..."

"You're doing housework and taking care of the kids, are you going home or becoming a super nanny?"

An Fusheng thought for a moment and felt it was about right. "I actually want to go home and be a chef, but recently the mothers have been quite busy, so I also need to take care of the children, cook, do laundry, and clean."

“You’ve lost your memory, how come you still have to do so much work?” He Zhi asked.

Why shouldn't someone with amnesia work? An Fusheng fell into deep thought.

"You don't seem to have amnesia, you seem more like you've lost your mind." He Zhi got angry just looking at his stupid expression and asked again, "You just said you had to take care of your younger siblings? You have younger siblings? Are they still very young?"

When recruiting An Fusheng, we only looked at his resume and didn't know anything about his family background. I didn't expect that he had such a young brother and sister. Did they have two or three children after the two-child policy was relaxed? What kind of family likes to have so many children?

“Yes,” An Fusheng said. “They range from three to thirteen years old, but most of them went to school. There are only two left at home, one three years old and the other seven years old.”

"Most of them? How many younger brothers and sisters do you have?" I was more than shocked.

There are currently seven.

"Seven, plus you, eight?" He Zhi's eyes widened.

An Fusheng nodded: "Actually, there's one more in the hospital. He'll be home in a couple of days, making it nine."

This is what Wen Min told An Fusheng this morning.

He was so shocked that his whole body felt like it was about to split open.

An Fusheng realized that there seemed to be a misunderstanding, so he quickly explained, "They are my younger siblings from the orphanage, not my biological children. I grew up in the orphanage, left after graduation, and now I'm back working."

He looked at An Fusheng with a complicated expression. No wonder he lived at the company every day after starting work and never said he wanted to go home during holidays. It turned out he had no home to go home to.

"I didn't think things through at the time. I found a new job without resigning from your job. I'm sorry." An Fusheng admitted to his boss that he was looking for a better job while still employed, and he seemed a little guilty.

In his previous life, An Fusheng had not experienced much of the world and still retained a rare sincerity. When he spoke, his eyes were sincere, his expression was earnest, and his words seemed particularly heartfelt.

After staring at An Fusheng for a few seconds, He Zhi began to reflect on whether he had spoken too loudly to An Fusheng or whether his attitude had been a bit bad.

"It's alright, go pack your things," He Zhi said gently.

An Fusheng felt that the change in attitude was more than a sudden, but he also felt that this was the attitude that should be expected in normal interactions between people.

“This is my own homemade pickled plum duck offal, and everyone who tried it thought it was quite delicious.” An Fusheng handed the remaining box of pickled plum duck offal to He Zhi, “You should try it too.”

"You really want to go work?" He Zhi took the lunchbox. "Didn't you say before that you weren't very good at cooking?"

An Fusheng gave evasive answers and changed the subject, saying, "It's sweet and sour, why don't you try it and see if it suits your taste?"

"Thank you." He Zhi had only asked casually and hadn't gone into any further detail.

But the instant An Fusheng withdrew his hand, He Zhi swiftly grabbed it.

An Fusheng was feeling guilty when his hand was suddenly grabbed forcefully, startling him so much that his heart skipped a beat. "What...are you doing?"

"What happened to your hand?" He Zhi asked seriously.

An Fusheng tried to pull his hand away, but couldn't. "I wore gloves when I was cooking."

"Is that what you're asking?" He Zhi grabbed An Fusheng's hand and stood up, his face dark as he asked, "Did the orphanage bully you?"

"No?" An Fusheng asked, puzzled.

"You've only been working for a few days! Your hands are already rotten like this, and you still say you didn't!" He Zhi roared, "How did you lose your memory and become stupid?!"

"I'm not stupid!" An Fusheng forcefully pulled his hand back.

He hated being called stupid more than anything in his two lives!

"It's because I've never done farm work before, and my hands are delicate. I got blisters after digging for a few days." An Fusheng glanced at the several broken blisters on his hands. "These were accidentally broken this morning when I was washing clothes."

"Taking care of the kids, cooking, washing clothes, cleaning, and even digging the floor—isn't that bullying?" It's more than just exasperation; "Even oxen and horses aren't used like this!"

“That’s because the mothers have been busy lately. I wanted to dig the ground myself. How could I bear to let the land go to waste when I have it at home?” An Fusheng said. “Besides, Wen Mama pays me a high salary for doing this.”

How tall?

"Five thousand!"

More than just taking a deep breath and telling yourself: Calm down, calm down, calm down!

"Is five thousand worth working like a slave? What if I gave you ten thousand and you still ran away?"

“I don’t know how to do those jobs now, so I can’t just take your money for nothing,” An Fu said confidently. “A gentleman loves money, but he earns it in a proper way.”

More than that: "What path?"

An Fusheng: "...I don't know."

More than that: "..."

After saying that, An Fusheng felt a little embarrassed and said awkwardly, "I... I need to pack my things and go back quickly, otherwise my younger brother and sister will wake up."

Walking briskly towards the original owner's desk, An Fusheng asked, "Are all the things on this mys?"

He pointed to the wall opposite: "There are more there."

"Where?" An Fusheng looked in the direction He Zhi was pointing, puzzled. Wasn't that a wooden wall?

He took more than a few steps forward, and with a push, the wooden plank actually opened.

An Fusheng:! ! !

It's a door! Like an ancient mechanism!

An Fusheng always thought the gaps in the wall were gaps between wooden blocks, but he never expected that one of the blocks was actually a door, and there was a room inside!

An Fusheng entered through the door. Along the wall of the room were rows of metal shelves that reached the ceiling, on which were placed all sorts of things that An Fusheng did not recognize.

An Fusheng guessed, based on his limited common sense, that they were probably components of some electronic products.

Incongruous with the shelves was the presence of a folding bed in the room. Next to the bed was a metal clothes rack covered with clothes and a suitcase placed beside it. An Fusheng pointed to that corner and asked, "Are all of these mine?"

“Yeah.” He Zhi stood at the door. “To save on rent, you’re forcibly living in the company warehouse. I’ve never seen anyone as stingy as you.”

“This warehouse is quite good,” An Fusheng said.

He's sleeping in the reception room, but he won't tell anyone.

An Fusheng was packing his things, and He Zhi was eating sour plum duck out of boredom.

He's been running around doing business lately, he's been incredibly busy, and today the phone hasn't stopped ringing at the company. He hasn't even had lunch yet.

Upon opening the disposable lunchbox, a sweet and sour aroma wafted into my nostrils, instantly stirring up the hunger that He Zhi had previously ignored.

"They even put disposable gloves in the lunchbox, that's nice."

He not only put on gloves, but also casually picked up a piece of duck gizzard and put it in his mouth. His eyes widened instantly. "Holy crap!"

"What's wrong?"

An Fusheng dragged himself out of the room and, hearing He Zhi talking to thin air, asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Not only did he not answer An Fusheng, he was now busy with his vicious dog pouncing on its prey.

An Fusheng then tidied up the original owner's desk. He took out a notebook from the drawer and said, "This should be a personal item, right?"

An Fusheng curiously opened it and saw the original owner's elegant handwriting. An Fusheng didn't know how to describe it, but he felt that the strokes were bold and unrestrained, and very beautiful.

An Fusheng finally understood why Wen Min's expression was so complicated when she saw his signature...

The original owner did not write strictly within the lines. An Fusheng could imagine him opening the notebook, not even glancing at the grids, and just writing with a wave of his hand, so that rows of words were cut across the horizontal lines of the notebook.

An Fusheng couldn't help but take a closer look:

Page 1: There's still almost a month before we graduate, and my roommate is packing things to send home every day. Does he even have that much stuff? He keeps asking me why I don't pack earlier. I don't want to discourage him, but I can pack in half an hour. Besides, I've packed before without success; I don't even know where I'm sending it…

Page 2: My mentor recommended me to my senior's law firm. Hehe, the future lawyer An is about to embark on his journey!

Page 3: Back at the orphanage to get something, I saw Fourteen playing with ants all by himself. I thought he was exploring the animal world, but it turns out his hearing aid was broken and he couldn't hear anyone. Nobody wanted to play with him anymore. Poor little guy…

Page 4: At the campus recruitment fair, I met a clueless boss who asked if I wanted to work for his company. I casually mentioned a salary and he immediately agreed… Sigh, I should have mentioned more, so my son could have a cochlear implant sooner…

An Fusheng glanced up at He Zhi, who was tilting his head and gnawing on a duck foot, looking rather dim-witted.

An Fusheng continued flipping through the pages, and the text became shorter and shorter, some sections containing only a few words:

The boss isn't here, and I wanted to slip away, but there's no need, since I live at the company. Haha~

No orders today.

No orders today.

No sales today. No problem, take it slow. I'll be fired eventually.

An Fusheng almost laughed, but he held it in and turned the page:

The three customer tactics I hate most: "How much? Too much? Thank you very much."

An Fusheng, whose English is terrible, actually understood it...

Continue turning the page:

Bizarre customers

Another bizarre customer has arrived.

A weird customer asked me if I wanted a boyfriend like him. I said I only wanted his orders, and then he disappeared…

"Huh? That's all?"

After An Fusheng, the page is blank.