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Chapter 8: A Strong-Willed Father

On the third day of the Lunar New Year, as the sun began to set, Lu Chi finally arrived home.

Those who came to pay New Year's visits had long since gone down the mountain, leaving only Zhu Huiqing, Zhu Shulan, and a house full of red and green New Year's goods. They looked utterly exhausted. Lu Chi was overjoyed and kicked the dog that tried to sneak in, saying, "I gave them all the red envelopes I prepared. How many did you keep for yourselves?"

"Twenty-six!" Zhu Shulan exclaimed with delight, though she was completely sprawled on the sofa, exhausted. "So thick!"

Zhu Huiqing stepped forward to help Lu Chi take off his clothes and equipment: "Did you bring all your stuff down?"

Lu Chi said, "I put it in the storage room, and I also brought back a little gadget for you. It's in the cat house. Zhu Shulan, remember you can only go play with it in a few days, okay?"

"Mmm!" Zhu Shulan rushed over and poured Lu Chi a large glass of hot water. Zhu Huiqing asked, "Did you sleep this time?"

"I'm going to sleep..." Feeling like he'd lost ten pounds, Lu Chi plopped down on the long sofa by the fireplace, picked up his phone from the table, made a call to reserve a family dinner for the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, and then asked Zhu Huiqing, "How's it going? Have you notified them yet?"

Zhu Huiqing nodded: "I mentioned it in the family group chat, and the village committee also called. Also, Lu Feng's family called to say that Lu Feng was in a car accident on his way back from outside before the New Year. He's okay, but three of his ribs were broken by the seatbelt. She spent the New Year alone..."

"This damn thing, serves him right. He's over fifty and has lived in vain. Is it even possible to drive back in this much snow? It's not far from Yanchuan. He could have easily made it back by carrying a coal sack and getting a ticket." Lu Chi grinned in disgust, pointing to the messy New Year's gifts: "When Lu Feng's family comes, help me think of giving her two extra boxes, and go to the warehouse to find two good velvet caterpillars to make. Give them to her together then."

"Hmm, I remember..." Zhu Huiqing thought for a moment and asked, "Should we go down the mountain to buy the vegetables ourselves?"

Lu Chi held up his phone: "Bring your own chef. Little Bamboo, do you want lamb, beef, or pork this year?"

"It's a big bamboo! Meow~"

"Alright, come with me to pick out the sheep when it gets dark. Let's mark it so we won't let them out tomorrow. We'll slaughter them and put them in the furnace first thing the day after tomorrow!"

"Meow~"

Yes, Lu Chi's vacation was over the moment those three sheep went into the pit. He didn't even know where the sheep had gone when he opened his eyes. Anyway, his mouth was full of muttony smell. When he woke up, the house was tidied up inside and out. If it weren't for the fact that the leftovers had been neatly divided and buried in their old place, it would have been as if those hundreds of people had never been there.

It was 8:45 a.m. on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year.

Reality is fragmented, personality is split, and by the time he arrives at school, it will be just in time for lunch at the cafeteria—the timeline is perfectly logical.

Snatching a spot can be quite fun.

I sped along, and the last bit of alcohol turned into sweat. My whole body was steaming with white vapor coming out of my clothes. I pulled out a small scooter from my house at the foot of the mountain and sputtered and slammed into the corners.

"Young Master, you're wearing so little?!"

"Is the cafeteria serving food?"

"Young Master, you're up early! I heard you were drinking until after 1 a.m. last night. How come you can still get up? Come over, let's have some beer!"

Lu Chi nodded, wearing a helmet, and silently pressed the accelerator. Explosive electronic music blasted from inside the helmet, accompanied by the whirring of the small fans in the front and rear air conditioners. The little yellow duck on the handlebars, cracked from the cold, let out a dying cry before suddenly jumping off the bike.

"Whoosh!"

A pack of cigarettes slipped through the narrow crack in the gatekeeper's window, where steam was released.

The gatekeeper caught it with a snap, then gave a quick salute with his cigarette in hand, and looked down with a smug grin: "Hmm? What's that rooster thing?"

Lu Chi had nowhere to look up anything. Those old treasures in the village could find any kind of cigarette from any era, any region, and any variety to offer him as a tribute. Good luck to him.

With a squeak, the little lamb pounced on a tree near the entrance of the second canteen at Yanda University. The tree's bark was worn down and its trunk warped. Its helmet was still spinning wildly in the rearview mirror, but it had already stormed through six layers of thick curtains, at least three fingers thick, and reached the first window on the left: "68 chicken legs, choose the largest, pack them up, swipe your card!"

Aunt Pang gritted her teeth the moment she saw Lu Chi, her expression a mixture of love and hate: "Sister has chicken legs!"

"What are you talking about, Sister Pang? At least a third of the workers from the lab building are coming back today, can you not make chicken legs? Don't you know that beautiful women enhance delicious food? Hurry up, hurry up, it looks so appetizing, we're just waiting for you to take a bite, or I'll be late!"

"I made two hundred in total, and you want half of them? I'm going to get yelled at by so many kids! The school should really put a limit on your card!" The auntie's face was already beaming with joy at being called "sister": "Wait a minute, let me open the box!"

"No need, no need, it's not urgent. Just put everything in that big bag, including the soup, and then just give me the containers!"

「68乘6.5得442，算你6块，408抹个零给400，我刷了？」

Alright~

Aunt Pang scoffed, watching the boy's retreating figure disappear into the crowd without a backward glance. Had the little handsome boy's healing time already ended? So short. Her expression gradually hardened, and she lightly tapped the flat plate on the warming counter with her long-handled ladle: "Next!"

"Hey, Auntie, two braised chicken drumsticks!"

One serving per person.

"But he..."

"He is a VIP."

"Huh? They're offering VIP service at the cafeteria counters now?"

"Hurry up, are you going to fight or not?"

"oh..."

When Lu Chi came running out carrying bags and boxes, only a few herds of cattle and horses were walking towards him. Some people recognized him, some didn't, but they weren't blind; they knew their chicken legs had been stolen by the ton. Upon seeing Lu Chi's little lamb galloping across the snow, they immediately began to complain—

"Boohoo! My salt-baked chicken leg! May it die a horrible death!"

"Hey, he's alive! They say the senior cooked something braised today. Thank you for sparing my life, senior!"

"Holy crap, let's charge!"

Holidays and festivals have nothing to do with these graduate students, who know where they've been sent all over the country to be ruined before they come back. They eat grass but produce milk, so they can't help but crave this cheap and delicious meat.

creak.

The three-year-old scooter let out a groan like an eighty-year-old, its tires swishing a beautiful but more dangerous arc across the snow before coming to a stop.

Lu Chi stretched out his hand and stepped on the tree to gain leverage and climbed back up the wall. Carrying a whole bag of sixty-eight chicken legs, still dripping with broth, he leaped over the four-and-a-half-meter-high wall and landed perfectly. He then sprinted to the third floor and kicked open the classroom door with a bang.

The timing was perfect, scaring the homeroom teacher, Lao Yang, on the podium out of his wits. He then proceeded to smash the podium, his two guardians, and the four guardians with a single bite of stir-fried bean sprouts, potato shreds, and chives.

"Ha ha! My sons! Welcome your king!!"