DNDAS

Chapter 116: Kiss

Zhuang Qing had always had the notion that only children would play with fireworks, but when he saw Fu Li so earnestly helping him to snatch them, these small toys suddenly became interesting. "Okay."

"King, set them off!" Fu Li stood on tiptoe, telling Kang Gu, "It's already past twelve."

"Humph, let me set them off," Feng Ruizhong blew out a puff of air and the fireworks exploded one after another. Dazzling firework flowers blossomed in the sky, accompanied by shrill whistles. It was a beautiful and dream-like sight.

"Happy new year," Fu Li hugged Zhuang Qing's neck.

"Happy new year," The corner of Zhuang Qing's mouth raised and he hugged Fu Li.

This new year was a beautiful one, so beautiful that it seemed like a dream.

Feng Ruizhong was looking up at the fireworks in the sky when he suddenly thought of something. "Where did you get the fireworks from?"

"From a firework and firecracker factory. I specially chose a firecracker factory with a very good reputation, quality definitely isn't an issue."

"You secretly took them and didn't pay the humans?"

Kang Gu: ...

He stroked his chin somewhat guiltily. "I didn't have money, but I placed a bag of golden beans in the boss' house. That should be enough to pay for these fireworks."

Feng Ruizhong: ...

The first day of the Lunar New Year, all sorts of passages roasting the New Year Gala circulated on the internet. A piece of news rose above all this ridicule and received the attention of countless netizens.

<Shocking! A certain firework factory lost nearly fifty-thousand yuan worth of fireworks. The boss discovered a bag of golden beans on the desk in his house appraised by an expert to be worth more than five hundred thousand!>

<What is the chivalrous hero's motive behind exchanging five hundred thousand gold for fifty-thousand worth of fireworks?>

<Mysterious bandit stole countless fireworks in one night but left behind a bag of golden beans. The police have stated that they are temporarily unable to lock onto the suspect!>

Upon seeing this piece of news, many netizens expressed that they were seeking for this sort of great bandit to visit their house so they would become several hundred thousand richer in one night.

There were even some who suggested that this boss had encountered the God of Wealth, indicating that they would strike it big in the Year of the Dragon.

As Zhuang Qing was scrolling through the news on his phone, he glanced at the three yao seated in a row in the living room watching a dog blood drama on family morality. He replied to the message from a certain department.

[I'm not sure, maybe some rich person was bored. Since the boss of the firework factory won't pursue this matter and the other party doesn't have any malicious intentions, then there's no need to make a big deal out of it.]

Zhuang Qing placed the plate of washed fruits onto the side table and noticed that Fu Li was looking at him. "You can continue watching, I'll go cook."

Seeing Zhuang Qing enter the kitchen again, Fu Li shifted all over the couch before eventually jabbing a toothpick into a slice of honeydew and slipping into the kitchen.

"Terrible," Feng Ruizhong rolled his eyes. "This is why I say he forgot his elders after gaining a wife, thankless wretch."

Kang Gu smiled simple-mindedly. "It's a good thing that the kids have a good relationship. You just can't bear the child leaving your side. It's fortunate you're an uncle and not Little Li's mum, otherwise you'll definitely be an evil mother-in-law."

Feng Ruizhong: ...

"Shut your mouth if you don't know how to say anything good!"

"What's for lunch?" Fu Li leaned against Zhuang Qing's back, holding the honeydew out to Zhuang Qing's mouth. "This piece is very sweet, I specially picked it for you."

"Thank you," Zhuang Qing ate the honeydew. "There's a lot of oil and smoke in the kitchen, go watch television with the elders in the living room."

"How will they have the time to look at me when watching television," Fu Li rolled up his sleeves. "I'll accompany you."

Zhuang Qing scanned the kitchen and then pointed at the carrots in the sink. "Wash those then."

"Carrots again..." Fu Li inwardly looked down on them. Dunking the carrots into the water, he scrubbed them vigorously, to the point where the poor carrots either missed an arm, had a broken leg, or lost a thick layer of skin.

"I'm done washing them," Fu Li flicked the water off his hands. "When I was working at Affinity Moon Hotel, a human grandpa told me that I had to learn how to cook to coax the person I like back home." He smiled in delight. "Now that I have you, I finally don't have to think about it."

Zhuang Qing looked at the pitiful carrots in the basket and was silent for two seconds. "En, things are indeed better this way."

"Come here," Fu Li crooked a damp hand at Zhuang Qing.

Zhuang Qing's hands were oily. Worried that he would dirty Fu Li's clothes, he could only place his hands behind his back and lean towards him.

Muah.

Warm, soft lips met before swiftly parting.

Zhuang Qing dazedly remained in his original position, somewhat unable to react.

"The wok, the wok!" Fu Li pointed at the wok. In the end, the water on his hands splashed into the deep fryer, causing bits of oil to splatter and land on the back of his hand. He hastily took two steps back.

Zhuang Qing switched the gas off in a fluster, rubbing his hands on his apron. "Were you scalded?"

"It's fine, it's fine. I've cultivated for so many years, how can I be scared of this little bit of oil," Fu Li nonchalantly touched the back of his hand. "Although the sound of the oil splattering is a little scary."

"Then stand further away," Zhuang Qing pecked him on the forehead. "After I'm done frying, come over again and serve the food."

"Oh," Fu Li touched the spot where he had been kissed, the rabbit in his heart bouncing at lightning speed.

Zhuang little dragon's lips were pretty soft.

On television, the male lead's mother resented the female lead in all aspects, and the female lead was weeping endlessly, pleading for this mother to acknowledge her.

Feng Ruizhong stared at the television as his hands worked on shelling peanuts. "Should we find Zhu Yue?"

"No rush," When Kang Gu wasn't revealing a simple-minded smile, he did bear some semblance to a king of a mountain in the yao world. "At least we can be sure that Zhu Yue is still alive, the rest..."

The punishment they had been subjected to these years was to live a life worse than death. They didn't know how many of the yao from Reflecting Mist Mountain could endure it.

"There is no benefit in overthinking, don't mention this in front of Little Li," Feng Ruizhong looked towards the kitchen. The two juniors were all lovey-dovey, in great harmony.

"Being alive is more powerful than anything else."

"Green pepper stir-fry with julienned potato is pretty easy," Fu Li dumped potato strips into the wok while Zhuang Qing did the stir-frying. Along the way, Fu Li threw in some Sichuan pepper and minced garlic, feeling like he had contributed to the green peppers and julienned potato dish that left the wok.

"En," Zhuang Qing nodded.

As long as you're happy.