Chapter 1511: Cheater
Chapter 1511: Chapter 1511: Cheater
Liu Fufeng stepped into the room, turned back to face the main door, reached out, and closed it.The door slowly shut from the inside, leaving the hot pot shop owner with nothing but an icy, frosty face.
The hot pot shop owner pressed his lips together. "Young master..."
The hot pot shop owner lowered his head. "I overstepped."
Liu Fufeng turned around, as if he hadn’t heard the shop owner’s voice. The door closed, and what came into view was a wide lawn, lush with pasture grass.
Mengmeng was bobbing his head as he munched on the grass.
After Liu Fufeng walked over, Mengmeng lifted his head. The moment he saw Liu Fufeng, his eyes lit up, and he bolted toward him, then affectionately stretched out his head, rubbing against Liu Fufeng’s neck. "Maa~"
Liu Fufeng reached out and gently rubbed Mengmeng’s head, bit by bit, combing through his fur.
Mengmeng was so comfortable from the rubbing that he opened his mouth and bleated.
Liu Fufeng didn’t say a word.
The pasture was huge. He stood there tall and straight, not moving a single step, just keeping his hand on Mengmeng’s head, rubbing.
Mengmeng would lick Liu Fufeng’s fingers for a while, then nuzzle his head for a while, bleating nonstop... After bleating for a bit, Mengmeng suddenly seemed to sense something. He stretched his neck out and looked around, but didn’t see anything. He raised his voice: "Maa!"
Liu Fufeng remained silent.
Mengmeng seemed a little restless, pawing at the grass with his hooves over and over.
Liu Fufeng reached out and gently rubbed the base of Mengmeng’s ears, bit by bit... Mengmeng’s agitation settled down, and only then did he lower his head again to start grazing.
Watching Mengmeng quietly eat, Liu Fufeng’s face stayed cold and expressionless: [Actually, you’re just as pitiful as I am, aren’t you.]
...
Everything that happened on the lawn, the hot pot shop owner watched quietly the whole time.
From beginning to end, Liu Fufeng didn’t utter a single sound. It was clearly such a warm scene, yet for no reason it carried a sense of loneliness. As if, in this vast world, there was only this one person and this one view.
...
Ji You, Chu Jiaojiao, and the others were all burying their heads and eating hard. There was only one empty seat at the table, and whose seat that was went without saying.
Liu Fufeng hadn’t come, but no one had any intention of saving him dishes. In less than ten minutes, all the food on the table was cleaned out.