The NO.1 Food Stall in the Wasteland novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135: Chapter 135: This Honest Man Isn’t as Honest as He Imagined

Fu Cheng refused without a second thought and sent Shen Lu a message.

Fu Cheng: No need. It’s fine if I don’t do the remaining checks.

’He didn’t want to stay in the hospital alone.’

Shen Lu was confused. "What do you mean, no? We agreed you’d get a full check-up. If you don’t do it, this whole trip was for nothing."

Fu Cheng: I don’t want to stay in the hospital.

Left with no choice, Fu Cheng could only state his feelings plainly.

Although Shen Lu didn’t understand what he was being so difficult about, she respected his wishes.

’Besides, wasn’t there still another able-bodied laborer around?’

Waiting outside, bored, Ye Fan suddenly felt a chill wind brush against his skin, making the hairs on his arms stand on end.

Shen Lu leaned out halfway. "Ye Fan."

"Here." Ye Fan walked over. "Are we heading back?"

"Yeah. I’ll have to trouble you to push Fu Cheng back home, and then bring him back first thing tomorrow morning."

The corner of Ye Fan’s mouth twitched. "Then why not just stay in the hospital overnight?"

’Why go through all the trouble of going back and forth? And besides, he really didn’t want to parade through the streets pushing that flatbed cart again.’

The main group chat for their Gale Mercenary Corps was already filled with several photos of him pushing the cart today. The way they were roasting him was relentless.

Shen Lu shrugged. "He’s not willing."

’Unwilling?’

’What does it matter if a guy who can’t even move is unwilling?!’

Ye Fan really wanted to say, ’Just force him to stay here and pay the bill, wouldn’t that solve it?’

But who was he to argue? Shen Lu was the boss, and a boss he wanted to stay on the good side of. Ye Fan gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Fine. I’ll go carry him to the cart."

Shen Lu still took a rickshaw back. As she passed the entrance to the Sixteen District, she saw Wang Daguo chatting with several men.

They seemed quite familiar with each other, talking and laughing.

"Where’ve you been hanging out these days, kid?" a man asked, slapping Wang Daguo’s arm. "You’ve even put on some weight. Looks like you’re doing well."

Wang Daguo scratched the back of his head and laughed foolishly. "Just getting by."

"Still not telling? We all know already. You’re working at a small restaurant. A couple of mornings when I was heading to work, I saw you go into that Little Deer Cuisine."

The man who used to partner with Wang Daguo often let out a sound of realization. "That can’t be the boss you used to do part-time work for, can it? I remember that was just a street stall, wasn’t it?"

"Yeah, the boss opened a shop." Since someone had seen him, Wang Daguo couldn’t hide it anymore. "I’m doing odd jobs for her there."

"You really will do any kind of work."

"Can’t be helped. I don’t have any special skills, so I can only do manual labor."

A hand suddenly reached out from the side and pressed on the spot where Wang Daguo had been injured before.

Wang Daguo found it strange. He followed the arm that was pinching him and saw it was Ma Dao.

Ma Dao was one of Brother Wu’s underlings. In private, some called him Brother Wu’s most loyal lapdog.

But that was just gossip behind his back. To his face, people still had to respectfully call him Brother Ma Dao, since he was the most favored in Brother Wu’s presence.

"Ma Dao, what are you pinching me for?" Wang Daguo asked.

"Oh, this spot is all healed?" Ma Dao asked. He tried to roll up Wang Daguo’s sleeve to get a better look, but Wang Daguo dodged him.

"It’s fine, it healed up a while ago." After Shen Lu treated it, a scab formed in less than two days, and now it was completely healed.

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