Moreover, he acknowledged the effectiveness of the psychological treatnt that Chiang Xiao ntioned.
The issue Chiang Xiao discussed with him was also ant to provide an excuse for her in case people ask about the dicine painting. At least, Chen Baoshen could help explain a thing or two at that ti.
Chiang Xiao said she would stay at the chief’s place for a few days and gave Ding Haijing and the others a holiday.
Ding Haijing headed back ho.
In the low bungalow, a middle-aged man with a long scar across his face was scattering grains to feed the chickens.
Upon hearing footsteps, he turned around.
If it were a stranger, they might be startled by his sudden turn.
Because the scar on his face was too long, one end had reached his lower eyelid, carving into it slightly, making that eye appear quite eerie and frightening.
He also had a ring-shaped scar on his throat, making it look as if soone had slit his throat with a knife, giving off a sowhat terrifying impression no matter how you looked at it.
"Haijing, why did you co back?"
"Dad, I’m on vacation, so I ca back for a bit." Ding Haijing ignored the scars on his face, handing over the things he was holding, "I bought you so cigarettes, a specialty from the Capital City, you can’t find them around here, give them a try."
"You haven’t been working for long, how co you have money to buy cigarettes for ?"
"Well, our boss is very generous and also gave us so tea and pastries. Try the pastries first, they’re really good."
The tea and pastries were taken from Youqingwei. Chiang Xiao gave everyone coupons, allowing them to collect a box of tea and two boxes of pastries before leaving.
Ding Haijing knew the value of these things, but didn’t want to tell his father to avoid frightening him.
These expensive things, it’s a good thing Xiao Chiang just gave them away like that.
So he said the boss was very generous.
"Really? Pastries from the Capital? Then I have to try them." Father Ding washed his hands, opened the pastry box with a smile, took a bite, and imdiately looked at Ding Haijing.
"Are Capital City pastries always this delicious?"
They were indeed very tasty, sweet yet not overwhelming, and there was a soft, lting texture that disappeared upon entry.
"Yes, our boss’s store."
"Seems like your boss is really nice, wasn’t it said to be a young lady?"
"Yes, she’s a young lady."
"It’s impressive how capable a young lady can be." Father Ding ate the pastries with quite a bit of joy, but soon after, his mood fell sowhat.
Seeing him like this, Ding Haijing frowned and said, "Dad, do you want to co with to the Capital? We could rent a place there, and I could take care of you."
"Forget it, no point going. I’d just scare the city folks looking like this."
"Who cares what anyone says?"
"What, are you going to beat up everyone who says sothing about ?" Father Ding glanced at him, "You’ve beco so formidable that all our neighbors around here have been scared by you, moving away, avoiding you. I have so peace."
Thinking of Chiang Xiao, Ding Haijing smiled and said, "I thought I was fierce enough, but my boss is the sa, always beating people up, which is good. So people just don’t understand, so they can be taught a lesson with fists."
Father Ding was taken aback, "Your young boss knows martial arts too?"
"Yes, her martial arts are quite strong."
"That’s good, one should indeed learn martial arts." Father Ding sighed, pushing the pastries to him, "You try so. I’ll go cook, just right, there’s a lon today that can be picked and stir-fried."
Watching his father’s back, noticing his limping steps, a dark light flickered in Ding Haijing’s eyes.
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