After sending the two won back to their place, Chen Feng returned to his Red Villa Bay villa.
Xiao Ya was already at ho.
The two had been in touch earlier, Chen Feng had said he was dining with friends, and Xiao Ya, very considerately, did not ask further.
Once Chen Feng ca back, she started to talk to him about the milk tea shop. Chen Feng patiently listened for almost half an hour before he finally grew impatient, stood up, and went straight to take a shower.
There was no conversation that night.
The next morning upon waking up, Xiao Ya had already left.
Checking the ti, it was not yet eight o’clock—indeed, the woman’s career drive was strong.
First, he went to the bathroom to relieve himself, then continued to laze in bed, browsing novels on his phone until nearly nine o’clock when hunger finally urged him to slowly get up and wash up.
Driving out toward the East Lake Villa, he stopped at a breakfast shop on the way and managed a simple breakfast with milk and stead buns.
Lately, Chen Feng found himself increasingly missing Sun Xiaorui’s lovingly prepared breakfasts, nutritious and incredibly delicious.
Upon returning to East Lake Villa, Chen Feng first went to the bedroom to admire the "Lanting Preface." This ti, after staring at the painting for five or six minutes, he began to feel slightly dizzy, but this state lasted only about ten minutes.
The "ditative" sensation that this piece of calligraphy gave him was clearly diminishing, and the duration was shortening.
This disappointed him.
He had greatly enjoyed the comfortable feeling, especially the clear-minded, buoyant energy he felt after each ti, even to the point where he felt his ga playing skills with Xiao Ya had improved imnsely.
He almost suspected his brain tumor was gone.
Otherwise, how could his body feel this good?
Even better than when he was healthy before.
Of course, Chen Feng wanted to have this enjoynt and its positive changes long-term.
But now it seed there was a ti limit.
Considering the rate of decline in the last couple of days, the effects might not last long; maybe after a few more "imrsions," it would be completely ineffective.
This made Chen Feng consider searching for another piece of calligraphy or art that could bring similar favorable changes.
Since the "Lanting Preface" copy by Master Wang Yi had brought such benefits, Chen Feng believed other artworks might do the sa.
With that thought, Chen Feng searched for art and calligraphy exhibitions on his phone.
Xiu Zhou was indeed a city of art, and there were quite a few of these art and calligraphy exhibitions.
Searching for art galleries, he found surprisingly over a hundred—most of them small, privately-owned galleries.
Nevertheless, it caught him off guard.
He had not expected Xiu Zhou to have so many art galleries.
This news was sowhat uplifting to Chen Feng, feeling that he should be able to find another work like the "Lanting Preface" among the multitude of galleries.
Imdiately, Chen Feng turned on his computer, searched online, and took notes, arranging the galleries by size, creating a list from largest to smallest, including each gallery’s address and contact number.
After he was done, it was already past eleven in the morning; thus, he sent a ssage to Wu ngting, asking if she was going to make lunch at ho.
Wu ngting replied that she had already started cooking at ho.
Chen Feng promptly offered to bring so ready-made dishes, so they could eat together and enjoy the company.
Wu ngting sent an "OK" emoji in response.
Therefore, Chen Feng quickly went downstairs and walked over.
Near the entrance gate of the two won’s neighborhood, there was a deli where he casually bought a few dishes, then carried them into the complex.
After ringing the doorbell, Lin Wan opened the door, grinning, "Brother Feng, why don’t we both move in with you? It’d save you the daily commute. Plus, you could eat Tiantian’s cooking every day."
Chen Feng chuckled, "Sure thing. How about a monthly rent of 30,000 yuan? You two just pay 10,000 and take care of cleaning and cooking."
"You’re so rich, and you still want rent from us?" Lin Wan pouted, unconvinced.
"It’s not about money; it’s about principle. Aren’t we advocating for gender equality? And since you’re not my girlfriends, it’s not like I should pay your rent. Asking you to pay only one-third of the rent is already generous."
"What about the cleaning and cooking, though?"
Chen Feng laughed, "If you don’t want to handle those chores, you could simply share half of the 30,000 yuan rent."
"Forget it!"
Even the 10,000 yuan rent was hard for them to manage, let alone 15,000.
Lin Wan rolled her eyes in routine exasperation, then went back to help in the kitchen.
By this ti, two dishes were ready on the dining table: braised carp and rib soup, steaming and looking delicious.
Chen Feng took chopsticks and a spoon without waiting, tasting the food right away.
Really not bad! The taste of ho.
As the three of them ate together, Chen Feng told the two won of his plans to visit the museum and a few galleries that afternoon and asked if they were interested.
Wandering alone was truly boring, so Chen Feng thought of bringing them along.
Lin Wan imdiately shook her head, "I have a livestream in the afternoon. I’ve already stread museums and art galleries before, and it didn’t work out well, unless you and Tiantian agree to travel abroad with ."
"Then, don’t go," Chen Feng simply refused.
Wu ngting nodded with a smile, "Waner, just stay at ho and do your livestream. I happen to have ti this afternoon and can go with you."
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