Chapter 202: The Wind Was Too Strong

"Okay, got it." Bai Yifan’s face turned pale.

This news, truly shocking.

"Anyway, you’re leaving tomorrow, remember not to go out alone with Captain Zhu today," Zhao Zhen reminded.

Bai Yifan was his classmate, and he didn’t want him to die.

If he died, there’d be no one to share milk powder with.

"Alright, don’t worry, take care!"

Bai Yifan earnestly bid farewell.

In this post-apocalyptic world, who knows if they’ll meet again.

"Take care!"

Zhao Zhen seriously responded, pulling out his most treasured card from his pocket, handing it to Bai Yifan.

This card was a rare one students loved to collect, said to be one in ten thousand.

He was lucky, having only bought once and hit the jackpot.

Carefully cherished it, now giving it as a gift to Bai Yifan.

Bai Yifan solemnly accepted it.

A man’s farewell does not involve tears.

Both wore serious expressions, patting each other’s shoulder, turning to leave.

Zhao Zhen walked forward with a serious face, not looking back, until he turned the corner.

Then he began to furiously wipe his eyes.

And burst into tears without much dignity.

He didn’t know why he cried, perhaps it was just that today’s wind was too strong, messing with his eyes.

Bai Yifan jogged back to the bus, without looking back.

A man shouldn’t be overly emotional.

Inside the bus, the small dining table was packed with food: braised pork, chicken stew, braised pig knuckles, oil-braised shrimp...

Uncle Wang and Uncle Liu sat happily on the sofa, staring hungrily at the braised pig knuckles.

One, two, three.

Three braised pig knuckles.

Perfect, the retirees’ group, one for each person.

No need to fight over it!

Bai Yifan returned just in time as Leng Yebai brought out the last big cake.

A cake doesn’t have to be for someone’s birthday, any gathering can make it a party booster.

"Eh, Xiao Fan, what happened to your eyes?" Bai Zhengxuan looked at Bai Yifan, "You didn’t catch pink eye, did you?"

Bai Yifan’s eyes were red, the whole eyeball looked like it had pink eye.

"No, today’s wind is just too strong."

Bai Yifan rubbed his eyes vigorously, pouting slightly.

A man doesn’t shed tears.

Unless he can’t help it.

"Eat more later."

Bai Xiqin knew why Bai Yifan went out, knew he might have caught "pink eye" because of parting with a classmate.

"Mm!"

Bai Yifan nodded firmly.

Transform sadness into appetite.

"Don’t just stand there, let’s eat!"

Bai Zhengxuan cheerfully announced.

As soon as he spoke, the retirees’ group simultaneously reached for the pig knuckles knowingly.

Their target was clear, one for each.

Uncle Wang’s eyes squinted into slits.

The joy of gnawing on pig knuckles, young folks wouldn’t understand.

There were three pig knuckles, roughly the same size. Uncle Wang leisurely decided to be cultured, letting Old Liu and Old Bai pick first.

Ahem, after all, he had hit Old Bai’s grandchildren with a car, keeping a low profile was better.

To avoid the retirees’ group being beaten by Old Bai’s aggressive wife.

When his chopsticks were about to reach the pot, a pale hand quickly flashed in and grabbed the last pig knuckle.

Uncle Wang: ...

Uncle Wang followed the hand to see who took it.

Bai Yifan gnawed fiercely on a braised pig knuckle, his red eyes about to pop out.

That’s what you call being hungry to the point of seeing red.

"Uncle Wang, why are you looking at me?"

Bai Yifan bit into the pig knuckle, curiously looking at Uncle Wang.

Why did he feel like he was Uncle Wang’s arch-nemesis, his glare was too intense.

He felt like he was already lying under the garbage truck’s wheels!

"It’s nothing, I just wanted to ask, what time are you leaving tomorrow? I want to challenge you before you go, to see who the real driving veteran is!"

Uncle Wang picked up a chopstick of braised pork, said faintly.

"Uncle, did I offend you somehow?"

Bai Yifan, gnawing on the pig knuckle, asked Uncle Wang with an oily face, looking slightly confused.

Why did he always feel Uncle Wang had an issue with him?

"No, I just really want to know, who’s the better driver." Uncle Wang glanced at the pig knuckle in Bai Yifan’s hand.

"I give up!"

Bai Yifan grinned, burying his head in the pig knuckle.

Smack, smack.

Usually a polite eater, Bai Yifan smacked his lips this time.

"Delicious! Old Bai, you could open your own pig knuckle shop with these skills!"

Old Liu gnawed on the knuckle, giving Bai Zhengxuan a thumbs up.

"Of course, I added a special sauce this time, definitely tasty!" Bai Zhengxuan said proudly.

"Special sauce?"

Uncle Wang looked at the pig knuckle in Bai Yifan’s hands, more curious who’s the better driver between them!

"Yeah, it’s just delicious!"

Bai Yifan devoured quickly, his teeth better, faster than Bai Zhengxuan and Old Liu, even the bones were sucked clean.

Uncle Wang furiously shoveled rice.

Wiggling his toes, pretending they were hitting the gas pedal!

Bai Yifan turned his sadness into hunger, after the pig knuckle, he attacked the braised pork in front of Uncle Wang.

"Teenage boys eat till they drop the old folks dead."

This saying was spot on.

For the first time, Bai Yifan’s appetite seemed to surpass Bai Xiqin’s.

"Wow, Xiao Fan, your appetite is amazing! Almost catching up to Xiao Niu!" Bai Zhengxuan was surprised, looking at the furiously eating Bai Yifan, then sighed, "Being young is great! Unlike me, really old. After one pig knuckle, I’m full! Can’t even eat three bowls of rice anymore."

Bai Xiqin: ...

It felt like grandpa was making a jab at her!

After the meal, it was cake time.

The cake was a fruit mille crepe.

The full table of food was eaten clean, everyone with their stomachs stretched, couldn’t fit any more cake.

"Why not wait till tomorrow morning to eat? Urp~"

Bai Zhengxuan hiccupped at the cake.

After the pig knuckle, having stuffed two more bowls of rice, he simply couldn’t eat more.

"Why? It might go bad overnight!"

Bai Yifan patted his belly, holding up the plate and fork ready for cake.

"Yeah! Dad took a lot of effort, we should eat it!"

Bai Xiqin also raised her plate and fork.

Bai Zhengxuan: Urp~

In the end, the cake got cut, Bai Zhengxuan shed a tear after one slice, couldn’t hold on.

Aging is real, can’t eat as much anymore.

Uncle Wang and Uncle Liu couldn’t handle it either, clutching their stomachs on the sofa, couldn’t even stand.

"Why aren’t you eating?"

Bai Xiqin scooped a big chunk of cake into her mouth, looking curiously at Leng Yebai rubbing his stomach.

They hadn’t eaten that much!

Done so soon?

"I’m...full, burp~" Leng Yebai coolly burped.

"Brother Leng, you ate so little today, not even half of my sis’s intake, normally you eat two-thirds as much as she does!"

Bai Yifan munched on the cake, as if opening his meridians.

His appetite today was stellar, almost matching his sister.

Just slightly less.

Leng Yebai: ...

It’s not that his appetite decreased, guess what happened.

After the meal, Bai Yifan and Bai Xiqin held out till the end.

Bai Xiqin finished the last piece of cake, concluding the eating battle.