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"I mean exactly that, but..." Li Zhisheng paused for a moment. I quickly pressed, "But what?"
After a brief silence, Death Apostle, noticing Li Zhisheng lost in thought, answered for him, "But this is just our speculation. Whether the people of Yang Master will fall for it is still unclear. Everything remains an unknown."
"We are like blind men trying to feel an elephant; we can only take one step at a time. It's naturally difficult to make precise predictions about Yang Master's movements, but it's better than rushing in blindly with our eyes closed. In any case, we can't reach Yao Long or Hao right now; we'll just have to wait for their return."
"Mm." Both Li Zhisheng and Death Apostle nodded in agreement.
At that moment, I noticed that Hu Fang had been unusually quiet in the kitchen, which struck me as odd. I walked over to the kitchen door and saw her standing sideways, holding a kitchen knife. In front of her was a cutting board with some vegetables on it. Her fingers were pressing down on the vegetables, and fresh blood was trickling from her finger, but Hu Fang seemed unresponsive, standing there in a daze.
"Hey, Hu Fang! What's wrong?" I rushed up to her and snatched the knife from her hand, concerned. "What happened? Did you cut yourself and not even notice?!"
Only then did Hu Fang snap back to reality. She hurriedly covered her injured finger and rinsed it under the faucet while forcing a smile at me. "It's nothing; I just got a bit distracted after waking up. It's fine..."
After saying that, she shook her hand to remove the bloodstains and reached for the knife in my hand to continue cooking. Seeing this, I quickly pulled my hand back and said, "You go do something else; I'll handle the chopping."
"I'm really fine; let me do it," she insisted as she tried to reclaim the knife, but I ignored her and gently pushed her aside while starting to cut the vegetables.
Seeing this, Hu Fang didn't press further and focused on other tasks instead.
At that moment, I glanced at the busy Hu Fang and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. It turned out that even though she readily agreed to help with this matter, she still had her concerns deep down. Perhaps she was just trying not to worry us...
Lost in thought, I soon finished chopping the vegetables and turned to Hu Fang. "Alright, I've cut everything; what's next?"
"No need for that; you can go talk to Li Zhisheng and the others. The rest of the work doesn't require a knife; don't worry about it," she said with a slight smile, revealing her charming dimples.
"Are you really sure?" I asked again with concern.
"Yes, really. You go ahead; I'll call you when I'm done," she gently pushed me out of the kitchen. At that moment, I noticed Li Zhisheng and Death Apostle standing outside watching me and Hu Fang in the kitchen.
I heard Li Zhisheng whispering to Death Apostle, "So? What do you think? Aren't they quite compatible?"
Death Apostle nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes! How long have they been developing this relationship?"
"This is quite a long story, starting from when we didn't even know you," he began.
Although their voices were somewhat low, I still caught the conversation. Seeing that Li Zhisheng was not done, I quickly cleared my throat and said, "Ahem, I heard you. You really should stop; it's such a tense moment, and you're chatting about this. Also, Death Apostle, when did you become so gossipy thanks to Li Zhisheng?"
Death Apostle replied seriously, "Love is an eternal topic for humanity; it's normal to talk about it. Besides, aren't you also feeling the tension in the air? Shouldn't we relax a bit? Otherwise, how can we maintain a good mindset to face the dangers ahead?"
It seemed that Death Apostle had been influenced by Li Zhisheng's irreverent attitude after spending time together. "Alright, enough of that. Let's just sit and wait; the food should be ready soon."
With that, the three of us settled onto the sofa and turned on the television.
Before long, Hu Fang's voice came from the kitchen: "It's ready; come eat." Upon hearing this, we got up and headed to the dining room, where several bowls of fragrant century egg and lean pork congee awaited us, along with a large bowl of vibrant salad.
"Thanks for your hard work; we'll start eating now."
"Yeah, you go ahead. I'll tidy up a bit and join you."
After that, we began our meal.
...
After breakfast, since it was still early, I thought about how my phone was broken and I hadn't had time to buy a new one. It would be a good opportunity to get one now. After all, having a phone would be much more convenient.
As I contemplated this, Hu Fang tugged at my sleeve and whispered, "Can I go with you? I've been cooped up at home for too long; I'm going stir-crazy."
Seeing Hu Fang's pitiful expression, I considered it and said, "Alright then, let's go together. But Death Apostle can't go out right now and shouldn't be left alone at home. Li Zhisheng, you'll have to stay here with Death Apostle."
Li Zhisheng stretched lazily and yawned. "I was exhausted after going with you and Haoyang to find Blood Farmer; this is a perfect chance for me to rest. You two go ahead."
After hearing this, I nodded in agreement. Then I changed my clothes and headed out with Hu Fang.
Arriving in the city center, it wasn't the busiest time of day yet, but the bustling crowd around still made me feel somewhat cramped.
I walked through several blocks with Hu Fang until we arrived at an electronics center. Standing in front of the counter, Hu Fang kept brainstorming ideas for me, but all I wanted was a relatively lightweight phone that was durable and easy to carry; I wasn't concerned about other features.
Just as Hu Fang and I were engaged in a lively discussion, a familiar voice suddenly came from beside us: "Shen, what are you doing here?"
I turned to see a tall figure standing behind me, scratching his head and grinning at me. "Meng Zhuang? Isn't it work hours? Why are you here?" I asked Meng Zhuang, puzzled.
"Shen, don't get me wrong; I'm not slacking off. Manager Wu didn't give out holiday gifts before, so he asked me to purchase some items to distribute to everyone," Meng Zhuang explained.
"Oh, I see. What did he ask you to buy?"
"Tablets..." Meng Zhuang pointed to the display of pads nearby.
Hearing this, I thought to myself that it seemed the company's performance had been good lately if they were handing out tablets...
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