Chapter 14: Crazy snatching
Song Yi returned to her room only after making sure both children were asleep.
She sat in the massage chair and talked to Mo Zhicheng: "At first I was really worried that you would ask your daughter to return the 500,000 yuan to your sister."
If Mo Zhicheng really did this, not only would Mo Fei be heartbroken, but even Song Yi would be furious.
Mo Zhicheng said after a while: "It took me eight years to figure out one truth."
"What?"
"Don't get angry with yourself for the sake of other people's opinions or so-called face."
"Wow. Are you so enlightened now?"
"How many eight years can a person have in his life? I just want to spend the remaining eight years with you and the children. No one else is as important as you."
Mo Zhicheng's sister, whom he has loved all his life, comes to him either to ask for money or to do favors for him, and she also spreads bad things about his daughter everywhere.
Mo Zhicheng looked at Chen Bingqing, who had grown up and was treated as his own daughter. When he was hospitalized for surgery, she didn't even show up or call him.
Instead, it was his daughter, whom he had blamed for eight years, who still remembered what he liked and what he loved to eat.
Love in this world should be mutual.
He loves whoever loves him, and there is no reason for him to love someone else without loving his own daughter.
Mo Zhicheng just regretted not figuring this out earlier. But at least it wasn't too late now.
He is only sixty years old, and he still has many more eight years to live, accompanying his wife and daughter until old age, and watching his grandchildren grow up.
Although it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.
But tonight the big supermarkets are still as busy as during the Spring Festival travel rush.
Chen Bingqing and her fiancé Su Wenbai were each pushing a shopping cart and squeezing through the crowd.
When Chen Bingqing was about to take the last bag of rice from the rice and flour shelf, her cell phone rang.
Because of this one second of hesitation, Chen Bingqing had to watch the last bag of rice enter someone else's shopping cart.
She looked at the empty rice and flour shelves in frustration and answered the phone in a bad mood.
"Mom, why are you calling me at this time? You are simply ruining my business!" She rushed to the supermarket to stock up right after work, but ended up not finding anything. Chen Bingqing was so angry.
Mo Qiujin, who was always showing off in Mo Fei's family, was as gentle as a spring breeze when facing her only daughter. She apologized quickly when she heard her daughter's bad tone.
"Forget it. What do you want from me?" Chen Bingqing asked her mother on the other end of the phone while gesturing to her fiancé Su Wenbai to go to the semi-finished food area.
Mo Qiujin then told her about not being able to borrow the money.
"My uncle and aunt live with Mo Fei to help her take care of the children?" Chen Bingqing repeated, her eyes wide. "How dare she do that? Needless to say, I can't borrow the money. She must have swindled my uncle and aunt out of their money. When I have time, I'll go to my uncle's house and tell him... Mom, I won't talk to you for now. The supermarket is so noisy, and Wen Bo and I are in a hurry to go shopping! Don't worry about it for now. If you have time, go to the supermarket and buy some things..."
"Why do you want to buy things again? Didn't the experts debunk the rumor..." Before Mo Qiujin finished asking, Chen Bingqing had already hung up the phone.
But her daughter was so smart, she couldn't be wrong. Mo Qiujin immediately directed Chen Mingchao to drive to the nearest supermarket.
Since the "Regulations on Grain Circulation Management" was issued, it immediately caused an uproar.
Before people had time to panic, they found that not only grain but other foods were subject to purchase restrictions.
The "end of the world" rhetoric that had died down online some time ago has resurfaced.
From super first-tier cities to small 18th-tier cities, from the largest supermarkets to the inconspicuous convenience stores on the roadside, many people who heard rumors and believed in them set out overnight with their families. While the purchase restriction policy has not yet been fully implemented, they quickly carry large and small bags home.
A small number of people have smelled something unusual. In addition to stockpiling food and drinks, they have turned their attention to daily necessities, first aid supplies, medicines and fuel.
Many more people, like before, believed that experts would soon come out to dispel the rumor, and that the authorities would immediately issue a statement that there was sufficient stock and there was no need to rush to buy.
They don't buy anything and don't hoard anything. Instead, they mock those people online who show off their hoardings and just want to join in the fun.
Little did they know that they would soon be unable to laugh.
"Fei Fei, Fei Fei! I heard on the morning news that a lot of people went to the supermarket to grab supplies?! Should we go?" Song Yi hurriedly came out of the room to find Mo Fei.
Mo Zhicheng, who got up earlier than Song Yi, was practicing Tai Chi in the living room, while Mo Fei, who got up even earlier, was setting up breakfast on the island outside the kitchen.
Both father and daughter looked at Song Yi.
Mo Fei nodded: "Yes. But the supermarket is probably out of stock now. It will take at least a day to wait for the goods to be transferred."
"Oh, why are you so calm?" Song Yi was very anxious. She saw her old colleagues posting on WeChat Moments about how much stuff they had stockpiled, but she hadn't been to a supermarket since she came to her daughter's house.
Mo Fei was extremely helpless. He reached out and opened the large double-door refrigerator next to him: "Mom, look."
After that, he opened the rows of wall cabinets and cupboards in the kitchen and said, "Look again."
Looking at the refrigerator filled with all kinds of food, as well as the wall cabinets and cupboards filled with enough rice, flour, grain and oil to last a year, Song Yi said calmly, "Oh. What are you having for breakfast today?"
"We have Chinese and Western styles, sweet and salty flavors, I guarantee you'll be satisfied." Mo Fei smiled.
She specially bought a pot that looked exactly like the magic iron pot.
She usually uses the magic iron pan to cook at home.
When I’m not at home, I use an ordinary iron pan to prevent my mom from noticing something wrong when she’s cooking.
She hadn't had a chance to cook during the three days she'd been at the black market, and she was already itching to cook.
I got up early today and cooked a big table full of delicious breakfast. For a chef, cooking is a supreme enjoyment. Every time I cook, I have a silent conversation with food and create a work of art.
Letting diners taste her own works and feel the joy of delicious food is Mo Fei's original intention of becoming a full-time chef. It is also the belief that supports her to work hard in the culinary world step by step.
"Ahem. Now let me introduce today's dishes to you." After Mo Fei and his family sat down at the dining table, he cleared his throat and began to announce the names of the dishes.
"The Chinese breakfast includes fried dumplings with egg, thumb-shaped pan-fried buns, and seaweed shrimp cakes. The Western breakfast includes toasted bagels, fried button mushrooms, and butter croissants. For drinks, we have milk, green tea, soy milk, and coffee. I recommend that the two friends who are controlling their blood sugar choose unsweetened soy milk. The two growing children choose high-calcium milk. This is the end of my introduction."
Mo Fei stood beside the dining table, as if he had returned to the time when he was the chef introducing dishes to diners, calm, confident and sunny.
It's so eye-catching.
After breakfast, Mo Fei asked the two children to play in their room, and she solemnly mentioned what happened last night to her parents. She raised the seriousness of exposing her home address to relatives to an infinite level. Mo Zhicheng and Song Yi's faces turned pale and they were a little overwhelmed. First, they had lived a stable life for decades and could not imagine that famine might happen in this era. Second, they were still not prepared for human nature.
Fortunately, Mo Fei said this not too late.
They hurriedly asked Mo Fei what to do now?
Mo Fei told them not to worry and to stay at home to look after the children. She put on a sun-protective jacket, took a parasol, and drove out.
Now people all over Baishi are looking for ways to stock up on vegetables and food, but they are out of stock both online and offline.
Mo Fei had no intention of snatching these from everyone else for the time being.
She first called the agent Xiao Luo and told him her latest requirements for finding a rental house. Then, she followed her shopping list and drove to the hardware and building materials market that sold generators.
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