HPDBC Chapter 70 Hope
Chapter 70 Hope
At this moment, Su Chen felt an unprecedented sense of fulfillment.
Chen Feng walked to the pool and turned off the dripping faucet.
He glanced at Su Chen's disheveled appearance and suddenly asked:
"Su Chen, now that you've decided to stay, how will you solve the accommodation problem?"
"I have a spare room on the second floor of my shop. Would you like to move in?"
Su Chen was stunned for a moment.
He subconsciously looked up, his gaze falling on the small wooden staircase leading to the second floor.
He has his own place, a large, single-level apartment in the city center with a great view, which is cleaned by a professional housekeeper every day.
In that cold house, he often suffered from insomnia and frequently passed the time by carving.
That room felt more like a cage to him.
"Is the second floor... convenient?" Su Chen asked softly, her tone filled with longing.
"What's inconvenient about it?" Chen Feng smiled and casually wiped away his sweat.
"If you don't mind, we can tidy up this afternoon and you can move in."
"No problem, no problem at all." Su Chen quickly shook his head, afraid that Chen Feng would change his mind.
"Brother Chen, I'm already very grateful to have a place to stay."
Lin Muyuan rolled his eyes as he listened from the side.
Looking at Su Chen's expression, as if he had found a treasure, he couldn't help but complain:
"Alright, Su Er, you've really sold yourself out completely now."
As Lin Muyuan spoke, he grinned mischievously and opened his phone's photo album, waving it in front of Su Chen.
"But before that, Young Master Su, let us first admire your 'heroic bearing'."
On the screen, Su Chen, wearing a white shirt and an apron, is struggling with a porcelain plate with his face covered in water.
Lin Muyuan grinned mischievously, his fingers flying across the keyboard.
"Look at this picture, look at that gaze, tsk tsk, anyone who didn't know better would think you're having a cross-class romance with this plate."
And this one too—the moment the sweat drops into the plate—it's the perfect modern-day interpretation of "Every grain of rice on the plate is the result of hard work."
Su Chen looked at the photos but did not become angry or embarrassed.
He smiled, and even leaned over to point to one of them:
"This photo is pretty good, the lighting is great. I can even pull off this style. Am I just too handsome?"
Lin Muyuan was rendered speechless by Su Chen's "dead pig doesn't fear boiling water" attitude.
He feigned defeat, put away his phone, and sighed; his expression was as fake as could be.
"Fine! You've got guts!"
Let's hurry up and go back to your "cold palace" to move all the things that need to be moved.
I don't want to have to bring you pajamas tonight!
Su Chen nodded, turned around and gave Chen Feng a slight nod: "Brother Chen, I'll go back with Mu Yuan first to prepare some things."
"Go ahead," Chen Feng waved his hand.
"Okay!" Su Chen replied, and followed Lin Muyuan out of the store with light steps.
As the shop door closed again, the Human World Fireworks Shop returned to tranquility.
It was already 1 p.m.
Four hours had passed since they had that simple breakfast at nine in the morning.
After intense labor, the decline of adrenaline causes hunger to surge like a tidal wave.
Zhang Qiang had long since collapsed onto the long bench, his stomach now rumbling in protest.
"Fengzi, I want to eat a whole cow now!" Zhang Qiang said weakly, his eyes closed.
Mengmeng rubbed her flat little belly and looked at Chen Feng expectantly: "Daddy, my tummy is gurgling."
It said it wanted to eat shredded pork with garlic sauce, and also white rice.
"It'll be ready soon, it'll be ready soon."
Chen Feng said softly that he had actually already started.
While Xingruo and Su Chen were washing the dishes, he had already prepared all the ingredients.
"Sizzle—"
That was the sound of lard sliding into a hot pan.
With a gentle stroke of the spatula in his hand, Chen Feng's tired eyes regained their sharpness.
His movements were steady, gentle, and delicate.
The aroma of pickled peppers burst forth in the air once again.
This time, Chen Feng added more shredded bamboo shoots to the pot and an extra spoonful of his homemade chili oil.
He knew Zhang Qiang liked strong flavors, and he also knew Mengmeng liked a slightly sweet aftertaste, so he cooked this pot with extreme focus.
This is lunch that belongs to "human touch".
Xingruo was sitting outside, originally intending to help Chen Feng prepare the dishes, but was glared at by Chen Feng and turned back.
"Sit there and rest, I'll take care of the rest." Chen Feng didn't say much, but his words were firm and irresistible.
Xingruo pursed her lips and sat down next to Mengmeng somewhat awkwardly.
Her hands twisted nervously on her knees, but her eyes never left the kitchen.
"Sister Xingruo, what are you thinking about?"
Mengmeng tugged at Xingruo's sleeve, her innocent big eyes full of curiosity.
"Brother Su said you're really good at washing dishes. I just saw you teaching him; you looked like a majestic general!"
Upon hearing the words "Great General," Xingruo's face instantly flushed slightly.
She lowered her head somewhat shyly and whispered:
"No, it's just that you get used to it after washing it a lot."
She looked up at the clean and tidy little shop; in Xingruo's eyes, it was simply paradise.
Xingruo's life before was one of despair.
During those dark days, she was afraid of everyone's gaze and every passerby she brushed past.
Back then, she even had to breathe "secretly".
But ever since he started following Chen Feng from the sky.
She discovered that there were still people in this world who cared about her.
She also discovered that even something as simple as washing dishes could help others.
Just now, Su Chen said from the bottom of his heart, "Thank you, Xingruo."
Even now, it's like a small flame, warming her heart.
"Godfather, look at Sister Xingruo." Mengmeng pointed at Xingruo and giggled, "She's secretly smiling again."
Zhang Qiang opened his eyes, looked at Xing Ruo's tired yet spirited appearance, and casually slapped the table.
Just laugh!
"Xingruo, let me tell you, if you follow Fengzi, I guarantee you'll have a good life."
Xingruo softly replied, "Mm."
Although she only occasionally chimed in with a few unimportant words, and although she still habitually shrank into the shadows.
But she could feel that her life, which had originally been devoid of any hope, was gradually coming back to life.
Xingruo felt that even if she were ten times more tired, she would be willing to do it.
Only then did she realize that she was no longer a parasite who could only depend on others.
Rather, it is a member who can shelter this "home" from the wind and rain.
Xingruo giggled again.