"In my closet..." His wife's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately had a bad feeling.
"Which box did you take, you son of a bitch?" His wife suddenly stood up, grabbed his collar, and asked anxiously.
"Um, the blue one, I guess. I don't recognize it, I just grabbed one randomly," Zhang Yang said, surrendering after a moment's thought.
Upon hearing this, his wife was stunned. Forgetting about beating him, she rushed back into the house to check if it was indeed the new box she had bought.
A few seconds later, a sharp explosion came from inside the room.
"ah!!!!"
Upon hearing the sound, Zhang Yang immediately covered his ears and grinned.
"Zhang Yang, I'm going to kill you! I just bought this face mask, and I haven't even used it myself, and you used it on me first!!!"
"Forty-two yuan a piece? Is your lousy face worth the price of my face mask?!" His wife rushed out with a back scratcher and slapped Zhang Yang hard.
"Awooo, awooo!"
Zhang Yang was whipped so badly he ran around the sofa, covering his head and begging for mercy. As he ran, he didn't forget to rub the mask on his face to make it fit better.
"I'll buy you more, I'll buy you more!" Zhang Yang said repeatedly.
"Buy my ass! Are you out of your mind? You came home early from work and then used my expensive face mask!"
"You never used to wear face masks when I told you to, but why are you suddenly thinking about wearing them today? You've been cheating on me, haven't you?!"
"Hey, have you taken a fancy to the mine owner's wife? You said she was pretty yesterday, what do you want? Tell me!" His wife was furious, her left hand on her hip and her right hand holding a back scratcher.
He was giving me the attitude that if I didn't explain myself clearly, I'd slap him.
"What? Don't overthink it. Someone told me that applying face masks brings good luck, so I started applying them to buy more items," Zhang Yang quickly explained.
"Who the hell would tell you that applying a face mask brings good luck? You actually believe such nonsense?"
"Is that person selling face masks?"
When his wife heard this, she was furious. "Listen to this! Applying a face mask can bring good luck? What kind of nonsense is that? It's completely unrelated, and he actually believed it!"
"Oh, it's like this." Zhang Yang pulled his wife down to sit and began to explain what had happened.
During this time, he didn't forget to massage the face mask again, which made his wife furious.
That's her face mask being pressed!
After hearing Zhang Yang's words, his wife rolled her eyes so hard they almost reached the sky.
"No, you big idiot, don't you think he's just kidding you? You actually believed that?" His wife was utterly speechless.
"Whether he's lying to me or not, the important thing is that he actually found the item."
"If he told me that dancing the Yangko before panning for gold would increase the yield, I would still do it without hesitation!" Zhang Yang said earnestly.
"Fine, fine, do whatever you want. Let's see how much money you can make next time. But one thing: don't touch my new face masks again. If you dare touch them again, I'll chop off your paws!" his wife threatened fiercely.
"Got it, just you wait and see next time," Zhang Yang said confidently.
Chen Feng didn't drive the car back to the villa until after 7:10.
He first ran to the back seat, took off all his wet clothes, changed into clean clothes, and wiped his hair.
After tidying up, he glanced at Xia Yingying's door from inside the car.
It's fortunate that it's still open.
If this is shut down, he'll have to cook in his car, and who knows how long it will take to recover.
Carrying the things into the house, I saw Xia Yingying fiddling with something in the kitchen.
"Xia Yingying, could you boil some water for me? Thanks." Chen Feng was also very tired after a long day and didn't have the energy to joke around with Xia Yingying.
Xia Yingying glanced at him, then carried the kettle to Chen Feng.
"What do you mean? You want me to boil it myself?" Chen Feng looked at the kettle, somewhat confused.
"It's cooked. Give it to me when you're done," Xia Yingying said coldly.
"Hmm?" Chen Feng looked at the pot of water that had been boiled in advance and couldn't help but smile.
"You prepared this especially for me?" Chen Feng brought it over, poured it into the basin, and grinned as he spoke to Xia Yingying.
Xia Yingying was speechless upon hearing this, and couldn't help but roll her eyes, her expression saying, "I've never seen such a shameless person as you."
"I just finished boiling water and was about to fill the kettle when you came back. I even boiled water especially for you. How can you be so shameless? If you had come back a minute later, I would have locked the door. You should be secretly happy."
Chen Feng glanced back at the lock that had been prepared at the door and chuckled.
"Oh, it was prepared in advance for me, so what if it was prepared in advance for me? There's nothing to be embarrassed about. No one would laugh at you."
Chen Feng used the remaining half-pot of water to make himself a cup of tea; he was indeed a bit cold.
He took a sip of the still-unbrewed tea, and the warmth flowed down his body, making his stomach feel cozy.
The damp, cold air that was driven out made Chen Feng shiver involuntarily, but he felt much more comfortable afterward.
Xia Yingying took the kettle, completely ignoring the grinning Chen Feng.
Chen Feng quickly finished his meal. He swallowed a large piece of pork knuckle skin with meat, and the rich, oily feeling made him quite satisfied.
All his fatigue vanished instantly. Before he could even say a word, he looked down and started showing off.
Xia Yingying held a towel in her hand and looked at Chen Feng, who was eating with his head down, in the kitchen.
Rainwater was still dripping from his hair, falling onto the table and splashing everywhere.
Seemingly sensing something, Chen Feng subconsciously looked up and saw Xia Yingying, who was looking down at him and tidying up the stove.
Seeing that there was nothing wrong, he lowered his head and went back to cooking.
Xia Yingying wiped that area countless times; it was a completely subconscious action. Her eyes were vacant, and she seemed lost in thought.
Chen Feng finished off a whole box of braised pork knuckles in one go. After eating and drinking his fill, he leaned back comfortably in his chair and habitually reached for a cigarette, only to find that his pockets were empty. He shrugged and decided to smoke one later when he got back.
"Don't rush, I'll rest for a couple of minutes and then I'll leave. I'm a little tired today." Chen Feng said, leaning back in his chair, afraid that Xia Yingying would be anxious.
Xia Yingying remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.
"You didn't go out today, did you? The rain was really heavy at noon, and I got soaked," Chen Feng said, running his fingers through his hair.
"No, I just stood by the window for a while and looked out," Xia Yingying said, shaking her head, her tone rather succinct.
"Alright, it's so late, you should be asleep by now. I won't sit here anymore. I'll come back and chat with you again tomorrow." Chen Feng wiped the table clean, smiled at Xia Yingying, and walked out the door with his things in his arms.
Xia Yingying simply stood behind him, watching his back. She had wanted to ask Chen Feng something, but in the end, she didn't say anything.
After locking the door, Xia Yingying went back to the kitchen, picked up the kettle that was already full, made herself a cup of black tea, and carried the tea upstairs.
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