Chapter 305 Cicada
Zhou Qiao swallowed hard: "Sister Kong, you're amazing! Come with me, maybe my grandpa will be so happy after eating your cooking that he'll give you his academic credits."
Kong Wange linked arms with Zhou Qiao's: "That's right, that's what I was thinking too. Come on, today your sister Kong will show you what she can do! Haha."
The two chatted and laughed as they walked toward the kitchen.
...
Inside the room.
As the old doctor prepared the medicine, Qin Feng leaned against the headboard and closed his eyes to rest.
Perhaps because he really couldn't sleep, after a while he opened his eyes and habitually reached under his pillow to find something, but after groping around for a long time he couldn't find it.
He paused, looked up at the old apothecary not far away: "You touched my things?"
"What is that?" The old herbalist paused in his decoction, then suddenly realized, "Oh, you mean the baby cicada you keep under your pillow every night and touch eight hundred times a day?"
Qin Feng sighed and said, "Yes," after hearing him say that his head hurt.
"When you went to wash up this morning, I put the sheets away for you when Qiao'er changed them."
"Where did you take it?" Qin Feng frowned.
When the old doctor saw him like this, he couldn't help but shake his head. He walked to the bedside, opened a drawer, took out a cicada woven with rope and tossed it to him, saying, "I really don't understand, why do you treasure a little thing woven with rope so much? Did some girl give it to you?"
Qin Feng picked up the cicada, rubbed it a couple of times as usual, and didn't say anything.
The old doctor continued, "If it really was a gift from a young lady, bring it here so I can take a look and help you assess it."
Qin Feng said calmly, "No need."
"Hmph, what a jerk!" The old apothecary rolled his eyes and continued decocting the medicine.
Qin Feng held the cicada in his palm, feeling a sense of peace inexplicably.
When he was eight years old, he wandered into Jiangcheng and was cornered in an alley by several other homeless children who tried to steal his food.
He had a strong personality since he was a child, and he had been in countless fights with other children his age, but that time was the first time he had ever lost.
Because there are five people on the other side.
His forehead was smashed open, and blood was flowing all over his face. The money he brought from home was also stolen.
He once thought he was going to die, but he wasn't afraid. Instead, he felt relieved. Many times he thought that dying would be good.
If he dies, he won't have to face so much intrigue and he can reunite with his mother.
But in the end, he still didn't die.
He was saved by a little girl.
That little girl... had big eyes, fair skin, a small face, and was very well-behaved, with two pigtails.
He still remembers her adorable and well-behaved appearance, even after twenty years.
She bandaged his wound and then smiled as she wove a cicada and handed it to him: "Little brother, I can't stay outside for too long, or my family will scold me. Here, I'll give you this cicada. Let it keep you company. I hope you can be like it, achieving great success and rising to prominence."
She placed the cicada on his chest, then took out a few crumpled bills from her bag and stuffed them into his hand, earnestly instructing him, "This is all I have, take it all. I heard those people calling you a bastard, and I don't have a mother either, but we must not give up hope of living. Hang in there!"
The little girl was only four or five years old and could not speak fluently yet, but she could already use scissors and gauze decisively.
He initially thought he was dreaming, but upon waking, the plump cicada and the money in his hand clearly told him that it wasn't a dream; he had indeed been saved by a little girl who looked like a New Year's picture doll.
Later, he lived on, and the cicada stayed by his side, witnessing how he gradually rose to his current position.
Seeing it brings to mind the smiling face of that little girl.
Twenty years have passed, and it still hasn't faded.
He himself sometimes finds it amazing.
He took a deep breath, watched the old doctor busily preparing the medicine, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Zhou, thank you this time."
The old man clicked his tongue twice: "Stop talking to me with these mushy words. Don't forget, I was able to live for another three years thanks to the help of your Shadow Sect."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Feng's expression darkened: "You haven't told the Zhou family about your health yet?"
The old doctor waved his hand: "Forget it, I won't say anymore. Saying it will only make them worry unnecessarily. Speaking of which, I, Zhou Sihai, have been playing with poison all my life, and in the end, I was poisoned and couldn't cure myself. It's really laughable. Alas, this is my retribution."
"Little Fengfeng, don't be sad for me. I'm a very easygoing person. I'll eat and drink well and enjoy myself. Every extra day I live is a bonus. Just relax and play with the cicadas. Once my medicine is ready, I guarantee it will cure you completely. This old man is still quite capable of dealing with your kind of poison."
Qin Feng: "You old lewd man, you're the one who plays with cicadas."
The old apothecary chuckled: "Oh, you're shy now. But little Fengfeng, I have something serious to tell you. You really don't plan to go back to the Qin family?"
Qin Feng's expression turned cold: "He contacted you? If you're going to act as his go-between, we shouldn't contact each other anymore."
"Alright, alright, let's not talk about him. You two are both so stubborn." The old herbalist sighed and went back to decocting the medicine.
Qin Feng felt agitated and closed his eyes.
He held the cicada in his hand, placing it closest to his heart.
...
In the kitchen, Kong Wange chopped firewood, started a fire, and tossed the wok with two knives, displaying her culinary skills right in front of Zhou Qiao, completely winning over the little girl.
"Sister Kong, you're amazing! Your arms are so thin, yet you can juggle such a heavy wok! And your knife skills, wow, they're comparable to those of a five-star hotel chef!"
Kong Wange smiled and turned around: "It's not as exaggerated as you say. It's just some basic skills. Anyone who has passed the chef's certificate exam needs to know them."
"How did you come up with the idea of getting a chef's certificate?" Zhou Qiao asked curiously.
Since Kong Wange couldn't say it was for the children, she could only say, "Just think of it as... my hobby."
Zhou Qiao looked incredulous: "Your hobby is quite unique."
Kong Wange laughed: "So, what are Qiaoqiao's hobbies?"
"I love doing crafts!" Zhou Qiao said excitedly. "I'll bring my craft basket over, Sister Kong, take a look."
Before Kong Wange could reply, she skipped and hopped to her room to get her handmade basket.
Kong Wange watched her retreating figure, smiled, and shook her head, thinking to herself that youth is wonderful; one is so energetic in everything they do.
A short while later, Zhou Qiao returned, carrying a bamboo basket filled with needlework materials.
Kong Wange immediately spotted an adorable cloth tiger on the stove. She put the ribs on the stove, covered the pot, turned around, walked over to the cloth tiger, picked it up, and exclaimed, "This is so cute! So adorable!"
That cloth tiger isn't like a regular tiger; it's more like a chibi version, with big eyes and funny, adorable movements.
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