Peng Fei watched his hands being painted over and over with nail polish, turning them pink, and then decorated with a cute little pig design. His world had been completely opened up.
So this was how one could play with fingernails? A grown man could actually…
He felt resistant, but seeing Zhan Jingchun beside him seemingly enjoying herself, with a cute rabbit painted on her hand, she couldn't help but share it with him, lifting her hand and asking if it looked good. Peng Fei didn't want to say anything more.
As long as she was happy, as long as she was willing to smile, let alone paint on his hands, he wouldn't mind if she painted on his face.
After spending over an hour on their nails, Peng Fei wondered if the nanny and aunt were getting impatient. Stepping out of the shop, Peng Fei took Zhan Jingchun's hand, wanting her to walk faster. Zhan Jingchun asked him why he was in such a hurry.
"The housekeeper and the nanny…"
"I already sent them a message to go back first. Did you think I was like you, so clumsy?"
So that was it, Peng Fei was relieved.
"Then you walk slowly. Is there anything else you want to look at? We can keep shopping."
Zhan Jingchun loved his unconditional compliance, and the corners of her mouth curved up unconsciously.
The two headed towards the fourth floor.
The fourth floor was filled with well-known catering chains, each separated by glass doors, with shops of tens of square meters, all packed with customers.
Seeing everyone eating, drinking, and chatting happily, Zhan Jingchun also felt her stomach rumble.
"Are you hungry? Let's have a meal together."
Peng Fei happily forgot about Xiang Siyuan and the others in the heavens.
To have a meal with Chun Chun, it was his dream!
"Okay, what do you want to eat?"
Zhan Jingchun looked around and picked a hot pot restaurant.
"Hot pot is perfect for winter. Let's have this."
The two chose a corner seat, ordered a yin-yang pot base and side dishes, and the waiter brought them two aprons.
Zhan Jingchun was wearing black clothes and was too lazy to tie an apron. But Peng Fei's sweater was light blue, and it would be bad if it got stained with oil, so she asked him to tie on the apron.
Peng Fei was a little flustered. "Am I supposed to do something? Why do I need to tie an apron?"
In his impression, only chefs needed to tie them.
Remembering that it was his first time in such a place, Zhan Jingchun couldn't help but laugh.
Too lazy to explain, she got up, took the apron, and put it around his neck, then thoughtfully tied the straps at his waist.
"Just tie it if I tell you to. Isn't everyone else doing it like this? This way, oil won't splash on you, silly. Don't worry, at this moment, you are a customer, a god. You don't have to do anything."
Peng Fei realized that eating could be done like this.
Zhan Jingchun's fingers brushed past his chin to his waist. Although they didn't directly touch his skin, her fingers slid a few times on his clothes, which was enough to make him blissfully happy.
After Zhan Jingchun finished tying his apron and sat down opposite him, Peng Fei felt dizzy looking at her.
He hadn't even had a drink, but he was already dizzy with happiness.
Soon, the side dishes were brought over.
The two didn't want the waiter to serve them, so Zhan Jingchun asked Peng Fei to put the dishes in.
Peng Fei stood up and was a little too hasty. Some of the soup splashed onto his arm from the pot.
He didn't cry out in pain, just frowned slightly, and then proceeded to add the second dish.
Zhan Jingchun saw it clearly and couldn't help but chide him.
"What's wrong with you? The soup splashed on you, and you act like you didn't see it. Doesn't it hurt?"
Peng Fei poured all the dishes in and indifferently wiped his arm with a tissue.
"It's nothing, it doesn't hurt. You know I have thick skin, this bit of oil is nothing to me."
Although he said it indifferently, Zhan Jingchun felt a pang of sadness.
It was as if he had accepted that he was born lowly and could be treated however anyone pleased.
"Nonsense. Don't say that again in the future."
Seeing her expression fall, Peng Fei was startled, thinking he had said something wrong.
"Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry…"
"You did. You're not allowed to say you have a lowly fate. If your fate is lowly, then what am I? I'm a Zhan family member, am I also lowly with you?"
Peng Fei realized he had unintentionally hurt her and quickly apologized.
"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean you…"
"It's not allowed to say that about yourself either. You're not allowed to say it again. Everyone is born equal, and you haven't eaten anyone's food, drunk anyone's drink, or stolen from anyone. Why should you be considered more lowly than others?"
Peng Fei then realized that she wasn't upset about being hurt, but rather, she was defending him.
A warm current of emotion surged to his forehead, and he almost teared up.
"Okay, from now on, besides you, no one else can say I have a lowly fate. I won't say it myself either."
The meal was very enjoyable.
Zhan Jingchun had a good appetite, and Peng Fei scooped a lot of food for her.
Although they didn't talk much, seeing her eat happily gave Peng Fei a great sense of accomplishment.
After they finished eating and went out, it was already dark.
The two didn't check the time and wandered aimlessly on the streets.
Many young people returning late from work rode shared electric bikes and bicycles, weaving through the non-motorized vehicle lanes.
Watching their free and easy backs, Zhan Jingchun suddenly said.
"Let's ride shared bikes back. I've never ridden one before. I wanted to try before, but the drivers always refused, making it seem like I didn't know how to ride. They don't know, I'm a great rider. I used to have a blast in the villa courtyard, riding very smoothly."
Peng Fei had no objections, but he didn't know how to use shared bikes.
Led by Zhan Jingchun, she taught him hand-in-hand, and the two set off.
Although it was winter, Nancheng didn't have snow, and the weather was especially cooperative that night, with no wind.
The two rode slowly, enjoying the ride. By the time they reached home, it was almost nine o'clock.
The two parked their bikes outside the villa and walked back.
After walking only a few dozen meters, they saw the nanny pacing anxiously.
Seeing them finally return, the nanny greeted them with joy.
"Chun Chun, Little Peng, you're finally back!"
"What's wrong, Auntie? Did something happen?"
"No, no. It's just that, Chun Chun, you haven't been out playing this late for a long time, I was worried… Little Peng, didn't you prepare food for the children when you left? They must be starving. When I came over, I heard a group of people gathered behind the main gate, shouting."
Peng Fei slapped his forehead, finally remembering the pack of wolves at home.
"Miss Chun… Chun, since you're back safe, I'll be going. I forgot to prepare food for them. I need to go back and cook quickly."
With that, he bolted. Zhan Jingchun called out to him.
"Wait!"
"Is there something else?"
"Auntie has the key. Go in through the door, don't climb over the wall. Your hand injury hasn't healed yet, and if you exert yourself, it'll split open again."
The aunt quickly said, "I'll give you the key in a moment, and you can return it later. What's with climbing the wall all the time? If you keep doing it, and they learn from you, it won't be good."
Peng Fei thought it made sense and returned with them to open the door.
The group of little wolves heard the sound and rushed out in a swarm.