Chapter 1287: Chapter 671: They All Came to My House

A new day, Chen Feng was full of energy. After getting up, he went for a run, then took a shower and had breakfast. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Since it’s the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is a busy time for supermarkets, his parents went to work early in the morning.

This is also the main reason why the family didn’t plan to hold a family feast today.

They won’t be coming home for lunch either, so Chen Feng, the stay-at-home son, has to solve his meal problem on his own.

Chen Feng didn’t contact Yu Xiaohui, after all, it’s the Mid-Autumn Festival. Although she’s not going to her in-laws’ house in the city for the festival, she’s definitely video chatting with her son and daughter.

As a result, even though he’s back home for the Mid-Autumn Festival, he ended up feeling lonely.

However, Chen Feng was used to it. Staying home alone, browsing his phone and watching TV, wasn’t so bad either.

If he really felt a bit bored, he could just casually chat with a pretty girl on WeChat.

Close to noon, Chen Feng had a video chat with Lin Yujiao for a while, then had a voice chat with Jin Xinyan for over ten minutes.

Additionally, when receiving festival greetings from other women, Chen Feng responded to each one, but didn’t chat much more.

Soon, it was noon. As expected, his parents didn’t come back. The food delivery services in this town don’t reach his home, and Chen Feng was too lazy to cook, so he had to eat out.

Due to the festival, the flow of people in the small town was even less than usual because many families took the opportunity to go to the city or other places to play.

However, most of the restaurants were still open because making money is most important.

Chen Feng casually found a noodle shop that looked decent and ordered a bowl of pork chop noodles.

The genuine fried pork chop was quite large. Such a bowl only cost 15 yuan, which wasn’t expensive at all.

However, the downside was, while the pork chop was good, the noodles were average, a bit sticky. Thumbs down.

He wouldn’t come back again next time. These noodle shops in the small town are like this, not many are truly delicious.

Also, the unavoidable use of gutter oil and such is a common feature, it’s the same everywhere, can’t completely avoid it. As long as it tastes good, it’s okay to eat occasionally.

If it’s not tasty, it would be better to go home and cook instant noodles, which might be more sanitary and nutritious than the noodles from these shops.

After paying and leaving, he had just come out of the shop when he saw a pickled vegetable pancake stand down the street and walked over quickly.

Pickled vegetable pancakes are a traditional snack with history. Most people love to eat them.

The way they make them here is somewhat different from other places. Apart from pickles, the pancakes contain dried shrimp, minced meat, and chopped dried tofu, which is a more refined preparation.

Some vendors, to save costs, only put pickles, or just pickles and minced meat, skipping the dried shrimp and tofu.

The stand Chen Feng encountered today only lacked the shrimp, but everything else was there, with added green onions for flavor, and it tasted pretty good.

Such a pancake only costs five yuan. You can add an egg for an extra two yuan.

Even though the oil in the stall’s fryer looked black, the pickled vegetable pancakes they made were really delicious, and after having one, Chen Feng ordered another.

Eating two in a row was much more satisfying than that bowl of noodles earlier.

Chen Feng originally wanted to pack two more to-go, but seeing the black oil in the fryer, he decided against it.

Fried food should be eaten in moderation, especially from roadside stalls that clearly don’t use quality oil.

Wiping his mouth, Chen Feng planned to head home.

It was only two streets away from his house, about five or six hundred meters, and Chen Feng had walked over.

Not far from home, he ran into an older man he knew, around fifty or sixty years old, who greeted him and offered him a cigarette.

Chen Feng didn’t recognize him. He waved his hand indicating he didn’t smoke and made an excuse about having something to do so he could leave.

Then he ran into an older woman, in her forties, who was somewhat related to his family and used to often visit their small shop, getting along well with his mom.

"Chen Feng, what are you doing wandering around alone?"

"Just strolling around for no particular reason."

"Where’s your girlfriend? Didn’t she come over for the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

She was obviously talking about Wu Mengting. Chen Feng couldn’t deny it, so he just smiled and said, "She’s busy with work over in Xiu Zhou and couldn’t come back."

"Oh, I see. Your mom talks about her all the time, she must be quite disappointed she’s not coming?"

Chen Feng smiled, changed the subject, and said, "Well, I have something to do, so I’ll talk to you later."

After that, Chen Feng sidestepped her and walked away.

That’s the downside of being back home. It’s easy to run into acquaintances or people who know you. All these social exchanges—not that someone like Chen Feng, naturally introverted, likes them—but even young people these days aren’t fond of them either.

That’s also a reason why many young people don’t want to come back home after moving to big cities—the relationships are too complex, with too many gossiping busybodies.

If he had known he would run into two people who knew him in such a short time, Chen Feng definitely would have driven out.

Taking a shortcut, he walked quickly to his house’s front door, only to see a BMW X7 parked there—it was Wu Mengting’s car judging by the license plate.

Chen Feng was momentarily dumbfounded. Wu Mengting had driven to his house.

Sure enough, as the car’s door opened, Wu Mengting got out, smiling sweetly at him.

"Brother, where did you go?"

Wu Mengting asked with a smile.

Chen Feng felt a bit frustrated inside, but he promptly replied, "I went to the street to eat. Why did you come over suddenly? You didn’t give a heads-up."