Liu Zhizhong was making breakfast, listening to the conversation, and couldn't help but chuckle to himself.
Everything sounded so happy, so damn good!
Yang Bingbing, this woman, truly pleased , hehe...
Liu Zhizhong glanced at the grassland behind the RV and then at the forest beyond, his mind wandering to other thoughts.
Even when he looked over at the spot where he fished last night, that pretty decent cove, he had ideas!
And thinking about going horseback riding with them later, he still had ideas...
Demon Liu, this simple-hearted "heart patient," sure had a lot of thoughts, hehe...
This breakfast was a great showcase of his culinary skills.
Just the fish dishes alone amounted to six varieties, two cold, four hot, plus a high mountain crucian carp soup, offering a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate.
Once everything was ready, he sat down with the two beauties. In the morning light, they ate and drank soup, sipped coffee, and listened to the mountain birds singing, feeling utterly comfortable.
Under the table, Yang Bingbing's leg occasionally brushed against his, pressing close on purpose, stirring waves inside Liu Zhizhong.
That feeling, it was just aweso...
In Yang Bingbing's heart, there was endless contentnt. Mr. L was indeed a perfect, god-like man; lately, he was a trending king, with a handso appearance and a spirited deanor, and he could also cook a great al and sleep deeply, hehe...
Yang Bingbing even thought that if Liu Zhizhong dared to show his face, ceased being an official, and pursued a career in entertainnt, he would beco a superstar. Alas...
Director Feng had analyzed Liu Zhizhong for Yang Bingbing, explaining that he was a man with political ambitions and dreams, and all his other achievents were just hobbies. Bingbing felt this analysis was accurate.
And in Director Feng's heart, wasn't Liu Zhizhong also a perfect man? Perfect enough to make a woman's heart flutter. Alas...
He had his own family, his own stories.
But life, fate, aren't they just one story after another?
Director Feng, for her part, had long since settled into her own story.
In this short camping holiday, she just wanted to let go of everything and thoroughly enjoy the snow-capped mountains, grasslands, and lakes; enjoy horseback riding, gourt food, and Liu Zhizhong's talents in life—such as cooking, haha...
For her, a wealthy woman married to a wheelchair-bound husband, this was a rare joy and satisfaction.
Breakfast concluded, and for the two beauties, it was the most aningful and enjoyable breakfast of their lives.
Being served by a god-like man's culinary skills was more comfortable than enjoying a three-star Michelin al anywhere else in the country.
Director Feng and Yang Bingbing even vied to do the dishes; they had to do sothing, right?
anwhile, happily washing the pots and pans, Director Feng asked Liu Zhizhong, "What's the plan for this morning? Fishing or sothing else?"
Liu Zhizhong smiled, "By Goddess Lake, we naturally listen to the goddesses' wishes. Whatever you arrange, I'll follow."
The two won both laughed happily, delighted.
Director Feng said, "Then let's go hunting in the forest?"
"Hunting?" Liu Zhizhong frowned, "Did you bring powerful bows? I an the kind with scopes, the ones with great lethality."
Yang Bingbing excitedly responded, "We didn't bring those! But Director Feng brought a gun."
"Uh..." Liu Zhizhong was stunned, staring at Director Feng, "Really?"
Director Feng was slightly smug, pursing her lips and nodding with pretty dimples that made her look youthful. "Yes, no joke! A high-pressure air rifle. It's really powerful!"
"Uh, this, this..." Liu Zhizhong rubbed his hands together, eager to give it a try, "Can I learn to shoot?"
What he was thinking was: What's with the Iron Fist Family? Such a big punch, each one of them, all entitled to carry guns...
Director Feng said, "Of course you can, I'll teach you!"
"Great, thanks, Moon God!"
"No problem, Zhong God!"
Hehe...
Arriving at Lake Goddess, n and won alike beco deities!
A joyful day had begun from this morning on...
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