"If you don't want to run, that's fine, I won't force you," Xiao Feng chuckled. "Go back and bring your bankbook over, I've already chosen a charity, so donate to..."
Before he finished, Hui Yi interrupted, "Boss, don't say anything, I'll run!"
With that, without waiting for Xiao Feng to say more, he dashed out like the wind, as fast as a rabbit.
"Don't mind him, don't mind him, you all continue answering," Xiao Feng said sharply.
The remaining people looked at each other. There were only two answers in total, and two people had already paved the way, wasn't it obvious how to answer?
"Handso!"
Everyone said in unison.
Xiao Feng sat down, leaning his body against the back of the chair, "Very good, each person runs ten laps, except for Old Ha; you can run just five laps."
Before the others could protest, Old Ha couldn't help but speak up, "Boss, why do I only need to run five laps?"
"Because you need to save your strength to cook for us."
"Cook?" Old Ha wondered, "Zhao Guo'an didn't send a ssage saying he wouldn't cook today."
As soon as he finished speaking, a notification sound ca from everyone's phone simultaneously.
Xiao Feng opened his phone and saw it was a ssage in the group chat.
The "Head Chef" @-ed "Sous Chef Old Ha," saying they were unwell and unable to cook today.
Old Ha felt a bit glum and replied with a 'received.'
However, thinking that he could run five laps less than others, he felt pretty good about it, and his mood improved imdiately.
When most people finished running ten laps and returned, they witnessed a shocking scene at the door!
Nearly two hundred people were blocking the house entrance, surrounding the gate so tightly that even the road was cut off.
At the forefront stood Hu Biao, beaming, "Brother, we weren't settled before, so we couldn't formally thank you.
Later, we all discussed and still felt uneasy, so here we are, gathered today, to officially express our gratitude, thank you for saving our lives!"
Soone said, "We thought of making a banner, but then we realized, with so many people, giving over a hundred would be a hassle at ho.
But we don't just want to express it verbally, we heard your wedding shop opens tomorrow, and we've all prepared generous gifts to attend!"
Xiao Feng was so delighted that his nose almost bubbled with joy, stepping aside to say, "You're too kind, too kind, please, co in, stay and eat later."
Hearing this, Old Ha almost fainted.
There are nearly two hundred people!
Even if each of them doesn't eat much, it's not easy to cook for them all.
"Old Ha, thank you for your hard work!" Aspergillus oryzae suppressed a laugh, patting Old Ha on the shoulder.
Hu Biao declined, "Let's leave it for tomorrow. With so many of us going in, there might not be space to step in the courtyard."
Xiao Feng thought for a mont and nodded, "Alright then, I'll treat tomorrow, let's have a lively ti together."
The crowd dispersed, and a little girl looked at Xiao Feng with admiration, "Brother Xiao Feng, you're amazing, saving so many people at once!"
"Yeah, so amazing, anyone who didn't know would think it was deliberate," Lin Jiaxuan mockingly said coldly.
Xiao Feng ignored her and walked straight to Du Qingyue with a smile, "Tomorrow's opening will definitely be grand."
Old Ha wiped the sweat from his forehead, entered the courtyard, put on an apron, and swiftly started working.
But just as he was about to pour oil into the pot, his phone buzzed.
He unlocked it, his brows imdiately furrowed, and he looked at Xiao Feng.
Xiao Feng nodded, quickly averted his gaze, and sat in the courtyard arranging the next training session for the returning runners.
The content was, of course, the usual warm-up routine, making even the well-built Martial Monks suffer.
...
The food was ready, and as Xiao Feng expected, Zhao Guo'an did not show up at the dinner table.
Honestly, he felt for Zhao Guo'an, who always seed to hit the bad luck streak every ti.
But feeling sorry was useless because luck is sothing beyond human control.
"Why don't you move to my room, and we'll live together?" Jiang Yixin kindly smiled at Lu Yao.
She had good intentions. Last night, the little girl, Lin Jiaxuan, and Lu Yao squeezed together to sleep.
The bed wasn't small, but it was a bit cramped for three people.
Lu Yao had yet to respond when the little girl sneered, "Sister Jiang, I advise you to save it. The bond between the three of us is unbreakable, no matter how you incite."
"Not everyone is as shady as you," Jiang Yixin retorted with a glare, discontented, "Good intentions are mistaken for ill will."
The little girl said expressionlessly, "Correcting you, what you're giving can't be called goodwill, it's nothing but sinister intentions."
"I can't be bothered with you!" Jiang Yixin said angrily.
Lin Jiaxuan and Lu Yao exchanged a helpless smile.
"Old Xue, co here for a sec," Xiao Feng beckoned to Xue Nuofu.
"What's up?"
"I've got sothing to show you."
Xue Nuofu felt a sudden unease, sensing sothing bad was about to happen.
Arriving at the porridge pot, Xiao Feng picked up a large spoon and dipped it into the pot, slowly moving it as if ready to scoop sothing up.
Two seconds later, Xiao Feng lifted the spoon against the pot rim, revealing a glass bead rolling inside.
He didn't speak, but the ssage was clear enough.
Such a big glass bead was placed inside, and you didn't see it, let alone poison that could dissolve into the food.
"I'm willing to step down," Xue Nuofu sighed, "Promote the capable, demote the diocre, eliminate the inferior, that's reality, and I have nothing to defend myself with."
Xiao Feng frowned slightly, "Old Xue, what's been up with you lately? You're so distracted doing everything."
"Nothing, the issue is within myself."
"Sigh... understandable, a boyfriend ran off with soone else, anyone would feel down for a while."
Xue Nuofu's expression turned complicated, "What nonsense, whose boyfriend ran off with soone else?"
"Stop hiding it, I know it all," Xiao Feng spoke empathetically, "I heard after you got back last night, you even took a shower.
While showering, the background music was 'My Boyfriend's Getting Married, But I'm Not the Bride,' and it was on repeat."
"Can your imagination be any wilder?" Xue Nuofu said with a dark face, "By that logic, if I play 'The Tibetan Plateau,' does that an I want to herd cows and sheep on the grasslands?"
Xiao Feng laughed, "Then what exactly is distracting you?"
"Maybe it's the feeling of frustration," Xue Nuofu replied after so thought.
"Frustration?"
"Exactly," Xue Nuofu said with a sense of loss, "Back when I was in charge of Devil's Concentration Camp, as you know, I was just a puppet, with very little to worry about.
Later, joining the Demon Suppression Action Team, with the top talents under , accomplishing difficult tasks was a breeze.
But now, it's a struggle to say the least.
I've tried many ways to turn things around, but none worked."
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