Chapter 13 Feeding This Young Master Pig Slop
Duan Mingxiao didn't go back to the Duan family home; instead, he booked a double room at a nearby five-star hotel.
Inside the room, Cong Chun saw Duan Mingxiao sitting on the sofa and took the initiative to start a conversation.
Cong Chun's voice was like the dampness in the air during the rainy season, sounding somewhat sticky, yet it clearly reached Duan Mingxiao's ears.
"Young master, I...can I borrow your phone?"
"I want to make a phone call to my family."
Duan Mingxiao lifted his eyelids and glanced at him. He had long noticed that this idiot was hesitant and dared not look him in the eye, glancing at him eight hundred times a minute. It turned out that he wanted to borrow his phone.
The boy sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and one hand casually supporting his chin.
Where's your phone?
Cong Chun immediately pulled out his phone, the screen of which was shattered beyond recognition.
"Young master, I accidentally broke it a while ago."
"I want to call my grandma now."
Cong Chun looked at him with wet, puppy-dog eyes, her tone hesitant, as if afraid the boy in front of her would refuse.
Duan Mingxiao glanced at the phone in Cong Chun's hand, frowned, and looked somewhat serious.
This phone model looks like the one I held when I was a child, but it seems reasonable that it's on Cong Chun.
After all, Duan Mingxiao hadn't forgotten that this person had come to the Duan family to apply for a job carrying a yellow urea bag.
At that time, Duan Mingxiao even mocked Cong Chun about which store he was assigned to supply urea packets to.
Cong Chun told him that he had queued for three hours at the fertilizer shop at the entrance of the village to receive it.
Duan Mingxiao was stunned on the spot.
The boy didn't say anything, but simply tossed his phone to Cong Chun in front of him.
He then stood up from the sofa, pretended to think for a moment, and casually tossed out a few words.
"Unlock yourself, the password is six ones."
"I'm going to take a shower."
This young master is truly happy to help others.
Cong Chun, standing to the side, was somewhat flattered; he hadn't expected Duan Mingxiao to give him his phone password so readily.
Cong Chun quickly thanked Duan Mingxiao several times.
Cong Chun's gaze fell on the phone in his hand. He entered the password and unlocked it smoothly.
The phone has a large screen and looks high-end. Most importantly, the internet speed is very fast, unlike my current phone which is often idle.
After successfully unlocking the phone and entering the screen, Cong Chun didn't dare to look at the other apps and messages on it. Instead, he dialed his grandmother's number directly.
After Duan Mingxiao finished showering and came out, he could still hear Cong Chun talking.
He couldn't understand it. Cong Chun was speaking their local dialect, which had a rustic accent, but it wasn't unpleasant to hear. If you didn't know it well, you might think it was birds chirping and singing.
Cong Chun, a faint smile still on her face, reluctantly hung up the phone.
Cong Chun looked at Duan Mingxiao and handed him the phone, her expression noticeably more lively than before.
Duan Mingxiao was wearing a white bathrobe, with a few drops of water still clinging to his neck from his hair. The V-neck was slightly open, revealing glimpses of his well-defined muscles.
Cong Chun didn't dare to look any longer. He awkwardly looked away, and then suddenly remembered something. The boy took out a thermal box from his bag.
Cong Chun knew that Duan Mingxiao hadn't eaten dinner tonight, and that being hungry was not a pleasant experience.
So Cong Chun specially asked the Duan family's cook to bring him some food in her own insulated container.
When Cong Chun took out the insulated box, Duan Mingxiao was stunned, his pupils widening slightly.
This insulated box was used by Cong Chun when he was in junior high school. The school did not have dormitories, so he had to commute every day, setting off before dawn when it was still foggy.
It takes an hour and a half to walk to the school.
The school did not provide lunch, so Cong Chun prepared his own lunch every morning, packed it in an insulated box, and brought it to school.
The thermal box is an old-fashioned design; it was used by my grandfather when he worked in the fields. It was a bright reddish-purple color, and the paint had peeled off in some places, revealing the stainless steel inside.
Duan Mingxiao had never seen such a thermal box before. He would believe it if you said it was a landmine buried in the ground or an artifact from the last century.
Duan Mingxiao's eyes revealed a clear look of disdain as he pointed at the insulated box.
"What's this?"
[Is Chun going to blow me up with a landmine? What an ungrateful wretch!]
Cong Chun unscrewed the insulated box in front of him. Although the box looked old, it still had excellent heat preservation effect because Cong Chun had always used it very carefully.
The food inside didn't look very appealing; it was all piled up together.
"Young Master, have you had dinner tonight? I brought you some food."
Duan Mingxiao instinctively jumped away.
"Take it further away from me."
【Is this stupid spring trying to kill me? Is this even fit for human consumption? It's practically pig swill.】
Cong Chun was about to hand the chopsticks and spoons he had brought to Duan Mingxiao, but at this moment he hesitated and prepared to put them away.
【No, what's with Chun Chun looking so heartbroken? It makes me look like some irresponsible scumbag.】
Duan Mingxiao closed his eyes, snatched the spoon from Cong Chun's hand, buried his head in his food, and finished it all in a few bites.
After finishing his meal, Duan Mingxiao showed the empty bowl to Cong Chun.
"Alright, are you happy now?"
Everything happened like lightning; Cong Chun had no time to react.
If Cong Chun hadn't heard what the young master was thinking, he would have really thought the young master was starving and would have regretted not packing more food.
Cong Chun nodded, preparing to clean it up before putting it in his bag.
Then the boy took out a persimmon cake from his bag and sat on the sofa, quietly munching on it.
Meanwhile, Duan Mingxiao, wearing a bathrobe, sat on the other end of the sofa scrolling through his phone. A month later, Jinghai City would be hosting a national racing championship.
Duan Mingxiao obtained his professional racing license before he turned eighteen, but he must participate in eight professional racing races this year and accumulate fifty points in order to be eligible to participate in the international racing world finals two years later.
However, because he broke his left leg in an accident some time ago, he is currently out of competition for two months, and all the 25 points he had accumulated have been forfeited.
Currently, Duan Mingxiao's only option is to win this Jinghai City Championship, which will secure him a ticket to the international finals two years later.
Just then, the doorbell rang. Cong Chun, who was sitting on the sofa, put down the persimmon cakes and opened the door. The hotel's delivery robot placed a large bag of items at the door.
Cong Chun was seeing this delivery method for the first time, and couldn't help but pat the little robot's smooth head before closing the door.
Duan Mingxiao opened the bag, first tossing the rice ball in his hand to Cong Chun, then opening a bottle of green apple-flavored soda and taking a few sips.
He gestured to Cong Chun that there were still drinks in the bag and suggested she take them herself. He added that even if Cong Chun ate persimmon cakes dry, he wouldn't choke to death.
Cong Chun looked at the rice ball in his hand, its slight warmth transmitted through his palm, and he felt a touch of emotion.
Duan Mingxiao naturally noticed the look in Cong Chun's eyes that seemed to want to offer himself to her, and felt a little smug.
This idiot probably didn't eat dinner before coming out to look for me.
Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao activated the new phone in the bag, removed the SIM card from the old phone, deleted some files, and handed it to Cong Chun.
Cong Chun saw the phone handed to him and didn't react for a moment.
"Young master, I cannot accept it."
Duan Mingxiao's face immediately fell upon hearing this; he hated it most when others contradicted him.
"Stop dawdling, hurry up and take it."
"Anyway, I'm definitely going to use the latest model phone. If you don't take it, I'm just going to throw it in the trash."
[You even need to borrow my phone to make a call? You're so stubborn! You'll be crying if you can't reach your grandma.]
Sometimes Duan Mingxiao really wanted to pry open Cong Chun's brain to see what was inside, whether it was like a coconut, full of water when shaken.
In this day and age, what's the difference between living without a mobile phone and living in the Stone Age?
Cong Chun carefully put away the phone, looked up at Duan Mingxiao, and her eyes were overflowing with gratitude.
"Young Master, thank you so much."
"Wait...wait until I get my salary and I'll pay you back for the phone."
"Okay, whatever you want."
Duan Mingxiao took his new phone and set a password, which was still six ones.
He's too lazy to remember passwords that are too complicated.
Anyway, Duan Mingxiao isn't afraid of anyone spying on his privacy; it's just that someone would be so bold.
Hmph, he'll blow this bastard to death with a landmine.
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