Daily Life in the Pet Shop Ch. 222

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"All done?" Fang Yi walked in from outside, setting something in front of Du Qianze. "I went to the back street and got you a bowl of noodles. The hand-pulled noodles from this place are pretty good. Eat up before you go rest."

"I can cook noodles myself," Du Qianze replied, bringing the bowl closer. The steam rising from the noodles made his eyes feel hot.

"You must be so tired. How could you cook for yourself? I looked it up online, and I'm supposed to cook for you at times like this. But I'm not good at it, so the noodles would probably taste terrible. I just went out and bought them for you," Fang Yi said awkwardly. He had cooked before, but his sk**ls weren't great. He could make food, but it definitely didn't taste good.

"You... even check things like this online?" Du Qianze was a bit speechless.

"Mm." Fang Yi nodded honestly. "I've never dated anyone before, and I haven't really taken care of someone either. I don't know how to treat you better... so I could only look online for advice."

Du Qianze lowered his head and ate his noodles in silence. The noodles were so hot they made his eyes tear up.

"Fang Yi," he called out after finishing, flopping onto the couch without a care for his image.

"What's wrong?" Fang Yi turned his head.

"I don't want to move anymore. Carry me back to the room," Du Qianze said as he reached out toward Fang Yi, acting like a spoiled child.

"Okay." Fang Yi walked over, bent down, and scooped him up. Du Qianze felt a little dizzy and buried his face in Fang Yi's chest, thinking that maybe this—being held like this—was the greatest kind of happiness the world had to offer.

"My room's still a mess. I'll sleep in your room tonight," Du Qianze mumbled from Fang Yi's arms, not daring to lift his head. He wasn't some innocent teenager anymore, but saying that still made his face burn.

"Alright." Fang Yi turned and carried him into his own room.

Since Du Qianze was too exhausted, by the time he woke up the next morning, Fang Yi was already up. Du Qianze lay there on the bed feeling regretful—he'd missed such a good chance. When would he finally be able to eat Fang Yi up?

When Fang Yi came back, Du Qianze was in the kitchen cooking porridge. Since he hadn't been home for a while, the kitchen was a mess and had barely any food—only some rice.

"I brought soup dumplings and sesame flatbread." Fang Yi set the breakfast on the table. Naima dashed in from behind him and walked straight to Du Qianze, staring longingly at the dumplings on the table.

Du Qianze couldn't stand Naima's eyes, so he quietly picked up a dumpling and handed it to him. Naima took it happily and ran off with it.

"He already begged me for one outside," Fang Yi said, a bit helpless.

"So he switched targets to me." Du Qianze had been feeling a bit smug—after all, he'd been gone so long and Naima still remembered him. But apparently, Naima just saw him as the easier target.

After breakfast, Du Qianze suddenly realized he hadn't seen Xiao Yuan. It had been a long time—he wondered if the kid still remembered him.

"Xiao Yuan had to get up early for school. I dropped him off on my morning run. Let's go pick him up together at noon," Fang Yi said. Xiao Yuan's kindergarten was nearby—just a short walk—and Fang Yi picked him up regularly. If he couldn't make it, Naima and Xiao Xing would go instead.

"You don't have to come. I'll go. It's so close, no need for both of us," Du Qianze said. He was worried that Xiao Yuan might not remember him and didn't want Fang Yi to see that kind of scene.

"Okay." Fang Yi nodded. As long as someone picked him up, it was fine.

Du Qianze timed it right and went to wait at the gate early. Knowing that Naima and Xiao Xing often went with Fang Yi to pick up Xiao Yuan, he brought them too—just in case the kid felt awkward seeing him again, they might help ease things.

Not long after, school was out. Xiao Yuan came running with his backpack and threw himself at Du Qianze, yelling enthusiastically, "Daddy Du!"

"You've grown taller!" Du Qianze was surprised and thrilled by Xiao Yuan's reaction. He scooped the boy up and spun him around several times.

"Daddy Du, I got you a present." Xiao Yuan quietly pulled out a package of cookies from his backpack and said very seriously, "These cookies are really good. Dad won't let me eat them, and Uncle won't either. I saved up money for a long time to buy this pack. They're really good—you'll definitely like them."

Du Qianze opened the package and took a bite. It really was delicious—fragrant and sweet.

"Is there anything else you like to eat? I'll buy it for you. When we get back, just say I bought it. Your Dad definitely won't blame you." Du Qianze munched on Xiao Yuan's biscuits and figured he should buy something for Xiao Yuan too, so he pulled him into the supermarket.

"I don't want anything." Xiao Yuan tugged him back out hard. "They don't let Naima and Xiao Xing into the supermarket. Let's just go. I don't want any snacks. I get to eat till I'm full every day now." Xiao Yuan patted his little belly seriously and said this to Du Qianze.

"Xiao Yuan." Du Qianze squatted down and held his hand. "Daddy Du has been gone for so long. Now that he finally has time to come back, you should at least give Daddy Du a chance to bring you a little gift."

"Then Daddy Du can buy me a bag of chestnuts. Xiao Xing and Naima can eat them too. Da Fei likes them as well." Xiao Yuan grabbed Du Qianze's hand and started walking back, mumbling as he went, "Uncle told me the stuff in the supermarket is super expensive."

Hearing Xiao Yuan mutter like that, Du Qianze felt like a little cheapskate had just been born.

Xiao Yuan was already familiar with the old man who sold chestnuts. He ran up to him and sweetly called him grandpa, then asked for three bags of chestnuts. He carefully turned to Du Qianze and asked, "Daddy Du, I want three bags of chestnuts, is that okay?"

"Sure." Du Qianze smiled and said, "Sir, could you please wrap up the chestnuts for me?"

"You sure you can finish that many?" The old man didn't know Du Qianze was a celebrity—he just knew he worked at the pet store.

"There are lots of people at the store, we'll finish them. Please wrap them up. You'll get to close shop early today too." When Du Qianze came back, he had already brought some small goodies for the people at the store, so chestnuts would be a nice bonus.

"Alright, thanks to you today. That's a lot of chestnuts—you won't be able to carry them all. I'll push the cart to the store for you." The old man decided not to bag them and started packing up to push the cart over himself.

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