Fang Rong put his hand to his mouth, about to lick it, when Fang Hua pulled his hand to her lips.
"I'll lick it for you." He had Fang Rong's hand in his mouth, and his words were unclear.
Fang Hua was only three or five years old. His tongue was still a tender pink color, like a kitten's. He licked it little by little, making it ticklish. His hands were also wet, and his saliva was long.
Fang Rong felt inexplicably guilty and quickly withdrew her hand, "Never mind, it's nothing, this little injury is nothing."
He worked in the kitchen, and for the first two weeks of practicing his knife skills, his hands were practically always busy. He would just wrap a band-aid around his wounds each time, and thankfully, he never had any serious injuries.
"Your hands are so beautiful, it wouldn't look good if they had scars."
Fang Rong rolled her eyes. This guy is being modest again, isn't he?
Whose hands are the most beautiful? Of course, it's his. They're long and slender, like a woman's hands. If you hadn't seen them with your own eyes, who would have imagined how much power those hands had, how many people they had killed?
"Stop being so greasy, hurry up and finish eating and let's go." Fang Rong wiped the drool from her hands and put a band-aid on them.
It has to be said that since the invention of the spatial necklace, things have become much more convenient; it basically allows you to take your entire home with you.
To be precise, he didn't have much stuff at all. This was just a temporary place to stay. Apart from a few necessities, he avoided buying anything else.
The snake meat was delicious and boneless, so Fang Hua quickly finished it, and the other half of the fish meat also ended up in his stomach.
Fang Rong basically only ate a few bites. He likes to cook, but he's not really a foodie. He'll just try some delicacies and then be done with them.
On the contrary, Fang Hua kept saying, "Shall we come again tomorrow?"
"Let's see if you can live up to expectations." Fang Rong didn't answer directly. "If you can't live up to expectations, what are you going to eat if you catch a fish?"
Before leaving, the two caught two fish to give to the owner. The sky had cleared up, and he should be open by now.
After all, given his frugal nature, he wouldn't act impulsively unless absolutely necessary.
"Give the fish and money to the boss later." To be honest, Fang Rong was still a little afraid to face the boss. The boss was so kind and wanted to keep him, but he had let him down.
"Okay." Fang Hua wasn't one to talk too much, and he didn't ask why.
As the sun sets, the two figures stretch out as they stroll hand in hand, then ride the maglev train home at a leisurely pace.
When they were almost home, Fang Rong deliberately went around to the back door. Both the front and back doors lead up to the kitchen, but there was a corner, so if she was careful she wouldn't be spotted.
He felt somewhat guilty towards his boss, so to avoid an awkward meeting, he simply refused to see him at all.
Actually, there's no question of guilt or shame. One was willing to learn, and the other was willing to teach. It was a mutually agreeable arrangement.
However, he is still my master after all. A teacher for a day is a father for life, so it's best to be filial.
Fang Rong stuffed in an extra thousand, saying, "Consider this tuition fee. I'm grateful for Boss Meng's help during this time."
"Hmm." Fang Hua wasn't a curious person, and he didn't have a million questions. He simply opened the door and went inside.
It's a bit noisy up ahead, it sounds like the boss is arguing with someone. The boss is usually good-tempered and rarely gets into arguments, so if he's arguing with someone, it must be because the other person went too far.
Fang Rong listened intently, and although the two sides held their own opinions and their conversations were somewhat disorganized, he still managed to understand the whole story.
They claimed the customer had eaten a fly and insisted on paying compensation.
They also said they had an upset stomach.
The boss refused and told the kitchen to make another plate as a free gift.
Naturally, the other side was unwilling, and the two started arguing. In the end, they were slamming their fists on the table and glaring at each other, almost to the point of smashing things.
Fang Rong could tell at a glance that this person wanted to dine and dash and also extort money.
He had heard from his boss that there were always people trying to collect protection money, and if they didn't pay, they would cause trouble. They would come every few days and were very difficult to deal with.
You absolutely cannot back down in this situation. If you do, they will come over more often and bring even more people, making them even harder to deal with.
Even though you know their purpose, you still can't stop them because they outnumber you.
Fang Rong was about to go out, but then thought better of it. If they started fighting now, it would be obvious that they were the restaurant's accomplices. Besides, weeds can grow back even if you try to eradicate them. They didn't have much time left, and once they left, these people would definitely come back for revenge. It was better to wait until they went out later before fighting.
We need to scare them so badly that they'll never dare to do this kind of business again.
People like them have essentially become part of a business chain, engaging in back-and-forth transactions and collecting protection fees. They can do whatever they want to anyone who pays them. Businesses are most afraid of people like them.
Make sure you make a cool entrance later, so they never would guess you're just a helper for the restaurant. After all, a small restaurant can't afford expensive people, especially someone with a mecha. Otherwise, they'll inevitably come back for revenge later.
Fang Rong donned his mecha suit and swaggered through the front door before the two groups started fighting, then sat down at the restaurant entrance.
His mecha was incredibly cool, and everyone who saw him looked on with envy and jealousy. Some even whispered among themselves that they wanted to be like him someday.
Not everyone has the opportunity to pilot a mecha; there are conditions. Not to mention that mechas are very expensive, extremely expensive—an average person's lifetime salary might not be enough to buy one—mechas are also in short supply.
While civilian mechs are not limited by mental strength, they still require strong physical abilities to operate, demanding a great deal of energy, and the radiation they emit is too much for the average person to withstand.
Ordinary people's bodies will fail after playing with it for two years, and they will experience atrophy in various aspects. Therefore, mechs are actually only for capable people, such as those with superpowers or mutants.
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