thefictionvixens Chapter 111
Chapter 111
Cheng Yuxin's ears turned red after she finished speaking.
Lin Feng withdrew his gaze and went into his room.
He put the ball on the desk, sat on the edge of the bed, and stared blankly for a while.
Then he picked up his pager and sent a message to Liu Jian.
"We won the game. I'll tell you tonight."
After sending it, he lay down and stared at the ceiling.
The tiny crack was still there, extending from the side of the lamp base. He stared at it for a long time.
Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Chapter 32 Sun Jianguo's Dinner Party
When Lin Feng woke up, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.
After sleeping for more than two hours, he felt refreshed. He sat up and stretched his arms and shoulders—no soreness or pain, just a little tired, but in good physical condition.
He opened the door and went out.
There was no one in the living room, but the sounds of stir-frying and the hum of the range hood could be heard coming from the kitchen.
He walked to the kitchen doorway.
Cheng Yuxin, wearing an apron, was cooking. Several plates were already laid out on the stove—braised pork, sweet and sour pork ribs, stir-fried vegetables, and a soup bubbling in a pot.
Hearing footsteps, she turned around.
"woke up?"
Lin Feng nodded.
"So many dishes?" he asked.
Cheng Yuxin said, "You won the game, let's celebrate."
She turned back and continued cooking. As she stirred the pan, oil splattered out. She tried to dodge, but missed, and a small amount splashed onto the back of her hand.
She hissed, turned off the stove, and looked down at the back of her hand.
Lin Feng walked over.
"Did it burn you?"
Cheng Yuxin showed him the back of her hand—a small red patch, not large, but it looked quite painful.
Lin Feng took her wrist and led her to the tap, turning on the cold water to rinse her.
The water splashed onto the back of my hand, feeling cool.
Cheng Yuxin was pulled by him, her wrist was held by him, and her face turned red again.
"It's okay, it's just a little bit," she said, trying to pull her hand away.
Lin Feng did not pine.
"Rinse for a while," he said.
Cheng Yuxin stopped talking, lowered her head, and looked at the water splashing on the back of her hand.
Lin Feng rinsed for about two minutes before letting go.
"Apply some medicine," he said.
Cheng Yuxin shook her head: "No need, it's not serious."
She took a tube of toothpaste from the cabinet, squeezed out a little, and smeared it on the back of her hand. The toothpaste felt cool, and the minty flavor immediately spread.
Lin Feng watched her apply toothpaste and suddenly smiled.
"What are you laughing at?" Cheng Yuxin glared at him.
Lin Feng shook his head and didn't say anything.
He remembered his past life, in an orphanage, where a child burned his hand, and the caregiver applied toothpaste to it. At that time, he was sitting in a wheelchair, watching that child cry, and thought to himself: I also want to get burned, so that the caregiver will apply toothpaste to me too.
Now someone is putting toothpaste on him.
Although it wasn't him who got burned.
But the man was standing right in front of him, wearing an apron, with a blob of white toothpaste on the back of his hand, staring at him.
He laughed even louder.
Cheng Yuxin was baffled by his laughter, and her face turned even redder.
"Are you sick?" she said, but the corners of her mouth also curved into a smile.
The two brought the dishes to the table.
Braised pork belly, sweet and sour pork ribs, stir-fried greens, and tomato and egg soup. Four dishes and a soup, filling the whole table.
Cheng Yuxin sat opposite Lin Feng, poured herself a glass of water, and poured one for him as well.
"Let's drink water instead of wine," she raised her glass, "to celebrate your victory."
Lin Feng raised his glass and clinked it against his.
The two of them took a sip.
Cheng Yuxin put down her cup and looked at him.
"Lin Feng, will you... still play basketball in the future?"
Lin Feng picked up a piece of braised pork, put it in his mouth, and chewed it.
"Hit," he said. "Hit every day."