Seeing Huang Yiyi almost laughing herself to death, Xiao Feiran mercifully pulled her down. "Haven't you heard the old saying? If you don't have the skills, don't take on the job. If you haven't read books, don't try to recite poetry. Your throat is hoarse from laughing and you still can't utter a single word. How embarrassing."
Huang Yiyi: "...Will I die if you don't expose me?"
Just as the two were about to start fighting again, Zheng Wan came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of fried chicken. "If you keep arguing, there won't be any left for you two."
The fried chicken was golden and crispy, drizzled with sweet chili sauce and honey mustard. The aroma immediately reached Huang Yiyi and Xiao Feiran's noses, and the two of them stopped fighting instantly and obediently sat down at the table.
Just as Huang Yiyi reached out to take it, Zheng Wan slapped her hand away, saying, "You have to wash your hands before meals. Did you two wash them?"
With no other option, the two of them got up to wash their hands.
Cheng Zhi, who was standing next to her, had already finished washing up. At this moment, she picked up a piece of fried chicken covered in sweet and spicy sauce and was blowing on it to cool it down. When she felt it was ready, she took a bite.
Instantly, the sweet and spicy crispy crust crumbles as you chew, followed by tender chicken slurping into your mouth with its abundant juices. The two textures intertwine in your mouth, creating a heavenly delicacy.
Cheng Zhi closed her eyes contentedly, "Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside! Wanzi is forever a goddess!"
Huang Yiyi, who was washing her hands, felt that she could hear the crispy texture even from two miles away. After quickly washing her hands, she didn't care how cold it was before putting it in her mouth. Although it was a little hot, the fried chicken was really good, and she couldn't help but give it a thumbs up.
While everyone was praising the fried chicken, Chen Siyu took out some plum juice that she had prepared earlier from the refrigerator and poured a cup for everyone.
While most people eat fried chicken with beer or fried chicken with cola, their dorm roommates actually paired it with plum juice, which is quite unusual.
Hearing them say that, Chen Siyu remembered the miserable state she was in after drinking last time, and couldn't help but shake her head, "And beer too? You guys really shouldn't drink anymore, I really can't handle it. Just drink plum juice, it's sweet and sour and icy cold, and it's very refreshing and helps cut through the greasiness when eaten with this fried chicken."
They didn't complain when others had made arrangements for them, and besides, the chilled plum juice looked delicious.
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, they each went home.
Cheng Zhi and Xiao Feiran didn't sit idle. They went out of the living room and put all the packed things into their space. The things in Cheng's parents' room were also placed at the door. Cheng Zhi went over and checked that almost everything was there, so she waved her hand and put them into her space as well.
The next morning, Cheng's mother hurriedly knocked on their door, quickly went to Cheng Zhi's side, and woke her up, "Zhi Zhi, did you take the things?"
Half-asleep and unable to open her eyes, Cheng Zhi nodded, "Yes, Xiao and I took it last night..."
Only after learning that they had taken it did Cheng's mother breathe a sigh of relief. "We were so scared, we thought our house had been burgled."
Cheng Zhi was almost asleep, using her remaining consciousness to reassure her mother, "How could that be? No, don't worry~"
Seeing that the two were still very sleepy, Cheng's mother didn't say anything more, tucked them in, and left.
Cheng Zhi and Xiao Feiran slept until they naturally woke up. When they got up, Cheng Ye also brought out her things. "Sis, where do we put all these things?"
Xiao Feiran originally wanted to take it and throw it directly into her space, but then she suddenly remembered that there were books inside, so she changed the subject and told him to leave it for later and they would come to collect it later.
Cheng Ye said okay and went back to her room to move another box.
Mr. and Mrs. Cheng had already explored all three floors and packed up most of their belongings. Mr. Cheng was doing the final finishing touches.
When Cheng's mother saw that they had woken up, she asked, "We've almost packed all our things. When are you planning to leave?"
Without a second thought, Cheng Zhi blurted out, "Anytime is fine. As long as I'm ready, it'll be a piece of cake."
Cheng's mother was already used to the outrageous things her daughter often said.
Looking at the house where she had lived for more than 20 years, now empty, Cheng's mother sighed and said reluctantly, "I thought I would stay here for the rest of my life, but I never thought that I would have to move to another city when I am about to retire."
Cheng Zhi nestled against her mother, trying her best to comfort her, "It would be good to go to Yangzhou to see their local customs and culture. Once Pengcheng is settled, we can come back anytime. It's not that far away."
Cheng's mother tilted her head slightly, secretly wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then patted Cheng Zhi's head with her other hand.
The sun dipped below the horizon, the last vestiges of orange disappearing into the sky, and Cheng Zhi stuffed the last bag of luggage into her spatial storage.
Xiao Feiran also returned from the first floor. "I've closed all the doors and windows on all three floors, and I've put everything that can be put into my space. We're ready to leave at any time."
Everything was settled, and the two went to the living room. Cheng's parents, who were sitting on the sofa, had their bags on and seemed ready.
"We can go now," Cheng Zhi said to everyone, standing in front of the coffee table. "Have you all packed up? Did you forget anything?"
Mr. Cheng patted the bag on his shoulder. "Everything's packed. Let's go."
As he spoke, Cheng's father stood up from the sofa, making a move to walk towards the door.
Cheng Zhi agreed and stopped her father, "Dad, don't rush! Let's play a little game first!"
Cheng's father reached out and touched Cheng Zhi's forehead. "You don't have a fever, girl. What time is it? Let's get down to business first. We can play the games when we get to our destination."
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