"Are they all back? Who's missing?" Chen Feng asked, looking around from the car.
“You were the last one. A few minutes before you came back, the last two left also returned.”
"I guess there won't be any stew today. Everyone looks like they'll just grab something quick. Are you still going to eat your hot pot?" Huang Fei asked.
"Hmm, there's still half a jar left, it doesn't seem spoiled." Chen Feng picked it up and smelled it. The top layer of mutton fat had solidified, but the smell hadn't changed.
Just as Chen Feng thought, even though it's hot now, oily stuff is hard to spoil.
"I'll cook two packets of instant noodles for dinner, add an egg, and have some of the big ham I bought."
"I deliberately stayed home and didn't eat any instant noodles just for this meal," Huang Fei said, sounding quite hungry.
Instant noodles are something you really crave if you don't eat them for a while.
"Oh my god, I was just saying I forgot something. Now that you mention it, I realize I didn't bring any eggs with me this time. Can you give me one later? I'll eat it in the hot pot."
Chen Feng slapped his forehead and said speechlessly.
I kept thinking about putting some eggs in the car as I was leaving, but I ended up forgetting.
“Hey, take whatever you want from the car. We’re not short of eggs this time. I brought about a dozen. Then I looked at my brother Yin and he took almost half a basket. Damn, anyone who didn’t know better would think he came here to have his postpartum confinement.”
"His hen must be furious at home, she's not leaving a single inch of her chicken."
Huang Fei couldn't help but laugh when he brought it up.
Everyone except Chen Feng brought eggs this time, so they could eat as many as they wanted.
"My brother Yin is really ruthless. It's mainly because his hens are well taken care of. They lay an egg every day or two. He also has a lot of chickens at home, so half a basket can be laid in a few days."
"If this were my family, this half basket of eggs would be enough for my two or three hens for a month. They'd be exhausted and peeing all over," Chen Feng said with a smile.
Chen Feng is a big egg consumer; when his own family runs out of eggs, he often has to buy some from Lu Dahai's house.
Dishes like egg and persimmon, garlic sprout and egg, steamed egg, braised egg, and fried rice with egg—it's safe to say that without eggs, Chen Feng's cooking options would be reduced by two-thirds.
"Don't even mention it. My family can't afford it either. How many families can afford to provide for normal meals? My family is quite large. In the summer, when they go to the fields, they sometimes don't have much to eat, so they boil a pot of eggs to take with them and have something to eat when they're hungry."
"That huge pot of eggs, I saw more than a dozen of them. What chicken could withstand that? Let alone the chickens getting tired, I get tired just looking at them in the coop every day," Huang Fei said with a sigh, stroking his chin.
He often sleeps in late and doesn't work in the fields. He only drives when there's work to be done, so he spends the most time at home.
Naturally, the job of catching eggs fell to him.
He had to touch the chickens' rear ends several times a day, one by one, until he wrinkled his nose from all the touching.
The two chatted idly while someone returned from chopping wood. Huang Fei went back to the car to get a bowl and noodles, then ran over to Chen Feng to tear them up, preparing to cook them later.
He had two eggs in his pocket, and handed one to Chen Feng, who was rinsing rice and preparing to cook the rice and heat up the dishes.
"The willow catkins have all fallen, the cuckoo cries; the sound of dragon flags has reached the Five Streams."
"I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon, to drift on the wind all the way to the west of Yelang."
This is Chen Feng's ringtone. In his previous life, he didn't listen to music much, and he only knew a few famous celebrities.
When he arrived in this world, he happened to hear this song and thought it was quite nice, so he set it as his ringtone.
The main reason is that the celebrity who sang this song is so popular in this world that it's hard not to hear it.
Chen Feng remembered that the celebrity also seemed to have the surname Chen, and they were even from the same clan.
However, Chen Feng doesn't follow celebrities. He doesn't care who sings the songs. If a song is good, he'll listen for a while; if it's not, he'll move on to the next one.
Chen Feng wiped his left hand, picked up the phone, and saw that it was his mother calling. So he sat in the car, his right hand still rinsing rice in the aluminum lunchbox.
"Hello, Mom."
Chen Feng answered the phone.
"Xiaofeng, Mrs. Chen's son is here and wants to take her away. He said he couldn't get through to you this morning."
"He came here this time wanting to transfer the land deed directly. Should he transfer it now or wait for you to come back?" Liu Ping's voice was intermittent on the phone. Chen Feng understood the gist of it and what was going on.
"No need to wait for me, just go ahead and cross. Once it's your turn, it'll be too late for me to get back."
Chen Feng didn't care about that; if it could be approved, then let it be approved quickly, since her son was here anyway.
Otherwise, we'll have to go to the city to find his son later, which will be troublesome.
"What? Waiting for you? Okay, then when are you coming back?" Liu Ping heard Chen Feng's voice was intermittent and a little soft.
"I said—don't wait for me!" Chen Feng shouted into the phone.
"What did you say? Say something!" Liu Ping frowned as she looked at her phone; why was there no sound again?
"I said, just go ahead and pass, that's all, can you hear me?!" Chen Feng yelled into the phone.
A companion who was far away from Chen Feng couldn't help but laugh and say, "I don't know if others can hear me, but I heard it clearly."
The people around laughed when they heard this. The signal here was indeed terrible; it was like a battle for any of them to make a phone call.
Liu Ping finally heard what Chen Feng said clearly this time, nodded and shouted back, "Okay, okay, then I'll transfer it to your name when you come back."
Chen Feng only heard Liu Ping say "okay," and only caught half of the second half of her sentence. He guessed that Liu Ping wanted to wait for him to return before transferring the property to him.
His right hand was still unconsciously stirring the rice. Huang Fei, seeing that he seemed to be on the phone for a long time, reached out and took the rice from him, preparing to put it on the stove for him.
Chen Feng shook the water off his right hand and continued talking to Liu Ping.
"So, how's the job going? When will construction start?"
"Who said anything? Nothing happened," Liu Ping shouted into the phone, clearly not having heard clearly.
"Alright, it's fine now. Just get the registration done." Chen Feng felt he had asked unnecessary questions and would talk about it when he got home; communicating was just too much of a hassle.
“Okay, I’ll go and transfer the ownership to him tomorrow,” Liu Ping said.
After they hung up the phone, Huang Fei helped him put the rice on the fire and set up the hot pot on the small stove.
"Should I just crack the egg in?" Huang Fei asked Chen Feng, holding up an egg.
"Just hit it." Chen Feng gave an OK sign.
He filled a basin with water to wash his face before eating.
Liu Ping hung up the phone and said to Mrs. Chen's son, "Then let's transfer the property tomorrow. Just put it in my name. Xiao Feng went out to pan for gold. He just left and won't be back for a while."
Mrs. Chen's son nodded and said, "Okay, it doesn't matter who it is. Anyway, you two are mother and daughter, so it doesn't matter who it is, haha."
On the other side, Chen Feng and his friends sat around the campfire, smoking and waiting for the food to cook. Zheng Ping sat in a small pot and steamed some egg custard.
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