As summer arrives, Shanghai is getting hotter and hotter; you'll be drenched in sweat after just a few steps outside.
Looking down at the many passersby, especially the women, all of them were wearing sun-protective clothing, wrapped up like mummies.
He couldn't help but sigh: "You know, in this heat, there's no need to dress so conservatively. We all know each other, there's no need to act like strangers."
Zhong Tingyue glared at Chu Fang, who grinned, revealing a long row of teeth: "Hehe..."
Chu Fang lay on the sofa and said thankfully, "I don't know what's wrong with this weather, it's so hot I can hardly breathe, but luckily a typhoon is coming."
Yes, the weather forecast says a typhoon is making landfall in Shanghai. I heard it's a rare, strong typhoon that will bring down the high temperatures.
Upon hearing Chu Fang's words, Zhong Tingyue checked the time: 2 PM.
She walked out of the office, clapped her hands, and then said, "That's all for today. Everyone, go home early. The typhoon is coming soon. Let's prepare for it and buy some essentials."
As the typhoon passed, all businesses and factories in Shanghai were forced to shut down.
As his colleagues left, Chu Fang went downstairs and felt the weather cool down a bit; a gentle breeze was blowing. He stretched out his arms and said, "On the vast sea, the wind whips up dark clouds..."
Zhong Tingyue noticed the strange looks coming from those around her, covered half of her face, and pulled Chu Fang away.
"My dear Mr. Chu, don't embarrass yourself. You may not care about your reputation, but I do."
The two strolled to the largest supermarket near the Tanhua residential area. With the typhoon approaching, they naturally needed to buy things such as food, medicine, drinking water, and emergency lighting equipment.
The supermarket was crowded with people buying things. Although Chu Fang already had many necessities at home, he still bought a car full of daily necessities.
After finishing their shopping, the two returned to the residential area and saw the security guard lying on a chair in an open space as if nothing had happened, seemingly unaware of the impending typhoon.
"Are you still resting, sir?" Chu Fang asked.
The security guard glanced at him sideways: "Do you have premature ejaculation?"
"..." Chu Fang was silent for a few seconds, "The typhoon is coming, you should go home quickly."
"You like cha-cha? Doing that too much can definitely cause premature ejaculation."
Chu Fang: "... ..., sir, I wish you boundless happiness and longevity, but may you die a horrible death."
The security guard jumped up, his hair standing on end in fury: "You're the one who'll die a horrible death!"
Seeing that the two were arguing again, Zhong Tingyue quickly pulled Chu Fang away.
The two seemed to be enemies from a past life, always bickering whenever they met. Once, they even argued over a glass of water. Chu Fang said it was water, while the security guard said it was wine. They repeated their points of view, trying to convince each other, for three hours until 10 p.m.
Finally, the security guard took a bite and realized that it was vinegar.
Seeing Chu Fang's retreating figure, the security guard raised his chin and snorted, "Kid Chu, you're still too green to mess with me."
"Dad, did you argue with Chu Fang again?" The security guard's son, who recognized Chu Fang, asked.
"How come it was me arguing with him? It wasn't him arguing with me? Why are you siding with outsiders, you brat?" The security guard tilted his head.
"Chu Fang is a big boss, a highly cultured person, how could he possibly argue with you?" The security guard's son saw that Chu Fang drove several different luxury cars.
The security guard got angry as soon as he heard this. Because Chu Fang was rich, people naturally maintained a positive image of him. So when the security guard and Chu Fang argued, people would take Chu Fang's side and always felt that the security guard was bullying Chu Fang.
"Who the hell said that being rich means being well-mannered? When it comes to manners, Chu is utterly lacking."
"What are you talking about?" The security guard glanced at his son.
His son smiled and quickly changed the subject: "Dad, a typhoon is coming. Why don't you and Mom come stay at my house?"
"I'm not going!" The security guard put his hands behind his back. "What's this little typhoon? Back in the day, I never ran away from gunfire."
"Security guards are the most important line of defense for the residents of the community. How can I abandon my post? I am a security guard, and I am here to protect the peace of this community!"
The security guard's son said, "My mom told me to come and tell you to come home with me."
The security guard said, "Let's go."
Although the hail of bullets was fierce and the typhoon was violent, it was not even a tenth as bad as my wife's anger.
That tigress is not someone to be trifled with!
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When I got home, my sister-in-law was already home, exercising. She was sitting on the sofa with a cat and a dog on her laps. She was playing on her phone while doing leg exercises.
All of Shanghai has come to a standstill, including schools.
*Snap*
Upon seeing Chu Fang and his companion return, Zhong Rou flung the cat and dog off her lap and tossed them into the air. The cat and dog landed directly on the ground. She greeted them, "Sister, brother-in-law, you're back."
Afterwards, Chu Fang and his two companions sorted and put away the items they had purchased. Seeing the refrigerator full of food, Chu Fang was in a good mood.
It is said that the typhoon was very strong, so Chu Fang and the other two secured the windows to prevent the glass from falling and causing an accident.
With all the defenses in place, it was getting dark, and a strong wind was blowing outside.
Chu Fang then started cooking. They were having hot pot that night, and he was in charge of making the hot pot base, while the two sisters, Zhong Tingyue and Zhong Rou, were in charge of making the side dishes.
Night slowly falls, and the city lights begin to illuminate the night.
Chu Fang and his two companions sat around a table with a nine-compartment pot in the center, bubbling and steaming, its rich aroma filling the entire room.
Zhong Rou dipped the tripe in the broth, took a bite, and immediately gave a thumbs up: "Brother-in-law, that's delicious!"
"Of course!" Chu Fang said proudly. "This is authentic Chongqing hot pot. I had a master chef from Chongqing make it, so it's exactly the same flavor."
Although Chu Fang is from Chengdu, he prefers the hot pot from Chongqing, finding it more flavorful.
Because of this, Zhong Tingyue often joked with him, calling him a "traitor to Sichuan".
As time passed, the wind outside intensified and a torrential rain poured down, while inside they ate hot pot. The atmosphere inside and outside was completely different, and the contrast was quite pleasant.
Bang bang bang~~~
The three were eating when suddenly there was a knock on the door. Chu Fang and Zhong Rou looked at each other, and the former said, "At this hour, who would be knocking on our door?"
Zhong Rou shook her head: "I don't know."
Chu Fang said, "Let's make a bet. I bet it's someone we know, and you bet it's a stranger. If I win, you give me a hundred, and if you win, I give you a hundred."
Zhong Rou: "Why?! I'm not destined to lose. Strangers won't knock on our door."
Brother-in-law, you have a terrible conscience! You actually stole my money.
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