The old man kindly brought him here.
Putting everything else aside, Chen Feng can earn about seven or eight thousand more a day here than he could in the hills, almost ten thousand more.
It can be said that this is all thanks to the old man. Chen Feng cannot ignore this kindness and act as if nothing happened.
Even if the old man dies from overeating, he has to die at home, not in front of Chen Feng. Otherwise, Chen Feng will feel guilty, and it will always be a knot in Chen Feng's heart.
Chen Feng has always been one to repay kindness with kindness and revenge with revenge. He remembers those who are good to him and those who are bad to him.
"I won't eat yours, this is fine with me." The old man shook his head and refused, then picked out a little more chili sauce and spread it on his rice.
Chen Feng also tried the chili sauce. Although it tasted slightly off, it wasn't spoiled yet and was edible.
But pickled vegetables definitely won't do.
Chen Feng stood up, put the lid on the pickled vegetable jar, and threw it into the old man's trunk.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing? I'm still eating." The old man tried to stop Chen Feng, but Chen Feng was quick and agile, and the old man was no match for him.
"Stop dawdling. If you really get sick from eating it, I'll have to take you to the hospital. I can't just watch you foaming at the mouth in the car."
"Eat this, I can't finish it all by myself, hurry up." Chen Feng pushed the can of food toward the old man again.
"I really won't eat it. I'll just have some chili sauce and scallions, that's fine. I'm used to it." The old man was very firm in his attitude, shaking his head and continuing to eat his scallions.
Without saying a word, Chen Feng picked up a large mouthful of meat and vegetables with his chopsticks and placed it on the old man's lunchbox. This time, you have to eat it whether you want to or not.
In fact, Chen Feng understood that the old man wasn't unwilling to eat; he was just embarrassed to accept food from others for free, even though the old man had led Chen Feng to this place where he could make a fortune.
"You... this... child, I've eaten, is that enough for you?" The old man looked at the food in his lunchbox and sighed.
“This box is so big, even a pig could finish it. If you don’t eat it, it’ll spoil tomorrow. Hurry up and eat it,” Chen Feng said with a smile.
Seeing that Chen Feng was genuinely trying to get him to eat, the old man silently nodded and picked up some food from the lunchbox to eat.
After finishing the food in his lunchbox, the old man picked up some vegetables from the can, but he only took a very small amount each time, and apart from the meat Chen Feng gave him, he never took a single piece of meat.
Chen Feng's food was cold, so he ate quickly. He was also hungry this time, and he probably ate about two-thirds of a can of food.
"Grandpa, you can eat it all, I'm not eating anymore." Chen Feng put down his chopsticks and pushed the can of food right in front of the old man.
"There are still a few pieces of meat here, you can eat them all," the old man said to Chen Feng, looking at the vegetables in the can.
"I'm not eating anymore, I really can't eat anymore, I simply can't eat anymore." Chen Feng lit a cigarette, took out a small kettle, and sat on the stove to boil some water and make some tea.
Seeing that Chen Feng really wasn't going to eat, the old man finally picked up some rice with his chopsticks. In reality, he had much more rice than Chen Feng, but he simply couldn't bear to eat the vegetables.
One bite of this dish requires a lot of rice to finish.
He insisted on finishing all the leftover food in the lunchbox along with the rice.
The can was now reduced to just a few crumbs and some broth at the bottom. The old man didn't throw it away; instead, he kept it in his car.
I'm planning to cook some more rice tomorrow morning and use the leftover broth to soak the rice.
By the time the old man finished cleaning up, Chen Feng's water had boiled.
"Hey sir, where's your big cup? Let's make some tea," Chen Feng said to the old man, carrying a teapot.
"Alright, alright, here's the cup." The old man found the teacup, opened the lid, and Chen Feng filled it with water.
Then he took out some tea leaves and put a small handful into his cup.
"Just a little is fine, just a little is fine, this stuff is quite expensive," the old man said when he saw Chen Feng grabbing so much.
"It's okay, it won't taste good if you don't add enough." Chen Feng also grabbed some into his cup and rinsed it with water.
"Your tea is excellent, it smells wonderful," the old man said with a smile, enjoying the aroma of the tea.
"It's alright. I don't really know much about tea; a friend gave it to me." Chen Feng put down the teapot and grinned.
Yin Xing gave him this tea when they were about to part ways.
Yin Xing had two bags, one unopened. This bag contained what they had left over from before, so Yin Xing gave it directly to Chen Feng. After all, Chen Feng was alone and wouldn't drink much, so this was enough.
Even with all that tea, Chen Feng wouldn't be able to finish it in a month.
The old man sipped his hot tea, feeling unusually comfortable all over. He took a deep breath and rolled a cigarette.
If it weren't for Chen Feng, he would still be eating sour pickled vegetables and drinking cold water, let alone eating hot pot and drinking tea.
For some reason, the old man kept his head down while rolling his cigarette. After finishing, he took a deep drag and looked into the distance.
"Are you married?" the old man asked Chen Feng.
"No."
Chen Feng shook his head as he sipped his tea, taken aback by the sudden pressure to get married.
"You're getting older, it's time to get married and start a family, so you don't drift around like this. Is your brother the only one in your family?" The old man picked up his teacup and took a sip.
“It’s just me and my mom,” Chen Feng replied.
"Where is your father?" the old man asked, turning his head.
"Who knows?" Chen Feng shrugged and laughed when the topic came up.
The old man could tell from his appearance that his father must have left when he was very young, so it seemed that he had no affection for his father.
This kind of thing is actually quite common in the village, but usually it's the mother who runs away after giving birth. It's quite strange that the father ran away in Chen Feng's case.
After all, in rural areas, most marriages are arranged. After getting married and having children, the woman may feel that her family is poor, or she may have worked outside and seen the prosperity of the outside world and no longer want to go home.
This kind of thing is really common in the village. It's not uncommon for someone's mother to run away and suddenly disappear without a trace. Several years later, when she can't make a living outside, she remembers that she still has a home and comes back.
Many more simply never return, and no one knows where they went.
It seems that Lin Nian's mother went out to work when Lin Nian was a few years old, and hasn't returned for many years.
But Lin Nian didn't like to talk about the specifics, so Chen Feng didn't ask.
After all, it's pointless to ask or not. They've already left, so living well in the present is the most important thing.
The two chatted and drank tea for a while before returning to their car to rest around nine o'clock.
Chen Feng wasn't very sleepy because he had taken a nap at noon, while the old man, exhausted from the day, fell asleep shortly after lying down on the bed.
This time, Chen Feng watched the English movie and finally finished watching the beginning, understanding what the story was about.
Chen Feng could only say, "It's really not easy."
The next morning, Chen Feng woke up from his sleep.
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