"Don't keep hitting him." The old man felt sorry for him; he truly treated Fang Hua like his grandson. "He's already a bit slow-witted; hitting him will only make him more stupid."
Fang Rong touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed. He was used to hitting people, and he couldn't help but hit Fang Hua whenever he saw him acting foolish.
They got hooked on the game as they played.
"Does it hurt?" The old man touched the bump on Fang Hua's head. "It's all red."
Fang Hua smiled sheepishly, "It doesn't hurt."
The more he acted like this, the more distressed the old man became, and he turned around and went upstairs to get his medicine.
Actually, it wasn't that serious. Fang Rong leaned over to take a look and saw that it was only slightly red and nothing serious. She didn't know how the old man had such sharp eyesight that he could tell at a glance.
Fang Rong kicked Fang Hua, "Hurry up and go comfort the old man."
"Oh." Fang Hua ran up in a daze.
He can be so oblivious sometimes that he deserves a beating.
Fang Rong picked up the cold noodles and stirred them. He hadn't made them in a long time, so his skills were slightly lacking, but they still tasted much better than what others made.
When they were in the slums, Fang Hua didn't dare to do anything but take him out to eat, drink, and have fun. They went to many restaurants and hotels, but none of them could match his skills.
Only then did he realize why the boss's business was so good; while others usually had one or two tables, he had five or six—it was all thanks to his skill.
Fang Rong was his apprentice, and even surpassed his master, learning many new ways to cook without a teacher. His skills were truly ingenious.
The cold noodles were mixed with sesame oil, and the aroma was irresistible. Fang Rong ate a little and gave the rest to Fang Hua. She made about three or four bowls in total. Fang Hua had already finished eating and was looking at her longingly.
How can a feline love eating noodles so much?
They ate with great relish.
It's probably been a long time since I've had his cooking. Actually, I just had grilled fish yesterday, but since we were out, there weren't many conditions available. We didn't have the same tableware and condiments as indoors, and we didn't have the time to fry it.
"Is there any more?" Fang Hua quickly finished the food that he had picked up.
"That's all." Fang Rong gave him a disdainful look.
"Is there anything else?" The old man asked, putting down his chopsticks after finishing his meal.
"..." The old man wanted to eat, but he would conjure it up even if he didn't have any. "Also, wait here, I'll go get some."
Actually, there's no more left, but the pot is hot and the soup is boiling, so just add two more bowls and it'll be ready in a little while.
Fang Rong made two more bowls, one for the old man and one for Fang Hua. He himself wasn't a foodie and couldn't tell how delicious his cooking was; in his opinion, his cooking skills were probably just edible.
I don't understand why the old man and Fang Hua both love to eat so much.
After the father and son finished eating, they put down their chopsticks and ran out, leaving Fang Rong to clean up the mess.
He's gotten used to it; he feels like he's the stay-at-home dad.
Fang Rong put the dishes and chopsticks into the dishwasher. After a while, the dishes and chopsticks were washed and neatly arranged on the rack. The water stains and everything else had been removed by the high temperature, and they were as clean as moon white.
Fang Rong took it out and put it in the first cabinet in the kitchen. The cabinet was a bit high, so he had to stand on tiptoe.
Suddenly, a pair of arms reached out from behind and hugged him tightly.
"The old man just asked me what my birthday is. What's my birthday?" Fang Hua asked in a muffled voice.
What's your birthday?
He really didn't know that when Fang Hua was first brought here, he was just a tiny little thing, completely transparent, like a newborn, fragile and small.
"Around August 23rd?" Fang Hua had a notebook for recording the daily activities of the test subjects, and it was written by Fang Rong, so he remembered it very clearly.
"We'll be there soon." It's already August 17th.
"Yes." Fang Rong nodded. "You want to celebrate your birthday?"
"I want to." On my birthday, I can make requests and get a cake. I heard we can also go shopping together. How wonderful!
"Celebrating your birthday is easy, I'll celebrate it for you on the 23rd," Fang Rong readily agreed.
For a birthday, it's just a cake and a gift. Fang Hua has been with him for so long, handing over his salary every month, so sometimes he needs a reward.
"Really?" Fang Hua was overjoyed.
"Of course it's true, would I lie to you?" Fang Rong patted his head. "Alright, stop fooling around, go play by yourself."
He also wanted to think about baking bread.
Fang Rong was a restless person. She had just had a moment of peace and quiet when she couldn't help but start running around again. Even while reading, she didn't forget to practice her skills, with one foot propped up on the open cabinet door.
There's nothing we can do. He's the one who showed off, saying things like he'd make Fang Hua rely on him in the future. If he doesn't work hard now, is he just waiting to be proven wrong later?
"By the way, how is Feitian?" Fang Rong was still a little worried about Feitian, who was just a child.
"What else could he do?" Fang Hua felt a little guilty. He had taken Feitian to the military district administration office and left, and hadn't paid any attention to what happened afterward. "He's fine."
"That's good." After all, he was the one who brought them out, so they still had to take responsibility for what they were supposed to do. "Why haven't you left yet?"
Fang Hua got angry, "Why are you kicking me out?"
"Can't you see where you're in the way?" Fang Rong rolled her eyes.
"It's alright, it's alright, I can help."
"You can help cause trouble, right?" Fang Rong pushed him. "Hurry up and I'll make you some bread."
"I don't want bread, I want Fang Rong." Fang Hua looked aggrieved. "It's been so long since I hugged Fang Rong."
"So you know it's been a long time since I hugged you? Who told you to drag your feet and refuse to help me no matter what?" Fang Rong was still a little angry when she thought about it. "You still want to hug me? Go play by yourself."
He dropped the spatula and left, throwing his apron in Fang Hua's face before he did.
Sometimes you forget about something when you don't want to, but when you think about it, you still feel a burning anger inside.
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