The NO.1 Food Stall in the Wasteland novel Chapter 288

Chapter 288: Chapter 288: "I’m Afraid You’ll Have Regrets.

"Brother Xue, do you still want to play Red Light, Green Light? I can play with you! I can go a long, long time without blinking!" Xiao Lang thought Xue Can hadn’t had his fill of the game, which was why he said he didn’t have time to teach him how to use his superpower.

Xue Can ground his teeth.

’He had originally intended to use Xiao Lang to curry some favor, which was why he’d been so patient with the kid. Now the boy was clinging to him, but he couldn’t just shove him aside, or all his previous efforts would be for nothing.’

Xue Can picked up Xiao Lang. The little boy felt a sudden weightlessness, and before he knew it, his arms were wrapped around the older boy’s neck.

Xiao Lang froze, and his eyes instantly welled with tears.

He hadn’t been particularly sad when his father passed away, because his dad had always hit his mom and would beat him too. But occasionally, his dad had been good to him.

His father would pick him up, just like Xue Can had, or let him ride on his shoulders. Just that small act would bring Xiao Lang tons of joy.

Of course, his mother was wonderful to him, and he loved her very much. But sometimes, he really missed his father. He missed being held by him.

"I’m taking you to see Boss Shen make something delicious." Xue Can turned his head and saw Xiao Lang miserably wiping away tears. "What are you crying for?"

Xiao Lang sniffled. "Brother Xue, can you be my daddy?"

Xue Can’s expression instantly soured. "No."

’What kind of nonsense is this?’

Xiao Lang’s lip trembled, and he looked like he was about to burst into tears.

"If you dare cry, I’ll ignore you from now on."

There was no way he was going to comfort the boy, so Xue Can resorted to direct threats.

Xiao Lang was only five, after all. Startled by Xue Can’s threat, he choked back his sobs.

"Fine. I’ll teach you how to project your superpower."

Since the boy had backed down, Xue Can had no choice but to compromise as well.

He shot a glare toward the kitchen before carrying Xiao Lang over to the booth area.

Shen Lu was making granola bars. "Do you like cranberries?"

she asked Fu Cheng.

"Mhm."

"How about sunflower seeds, peanuts, and almonds?"

"Mhm."

"Maybe a few raisins, too?"

"Sure."

As more and more ingredients were added, Shen Lu began to struggle with the mixing. Without a word, Fu Cheng took the spatula from her.

Shen Lu held the bowl steady while Fu Cheng took over mixing the ingredients.

The man’s hands were long and slender, his forearms defined by smooth, well-proportioned muscles. The faint outline of his veins gave off an impression of dependable strength.

"You didn’t spend much time in the kitchen before this, did you?" Shen Lu asked, making small talk.

"No, I never had the time."

’Between classes and training, where would I have found the time to be in a kitchen?’

"So, what are your hobbies?"

Fu Cheng thought for a moment. "I like video games."

That was not the answer Shen Lu had been expecting.

’Fu Cheng seemed like such a serious, old-fashioned type. It was hard to imagine him having anything to do with video games.’

"Is that a recent hobby?"

"No, I’ve liked them since I was in school." Fu Cheng paused. "But it’s not the kind of entertainment game you’re thinking of."

"Then what kind is it?"

"It’s a combat game jointly developed by the four major survival bases. It’s used for simulated battles."

Shen Lu deadpanned. ’So it’s just a digital version of combat training?’

’No wonder Fu Cheng likes it. He’s crippled now and can’t even stand up in the real world, but he’s probably perfectly able-bodied in the virtual one.’

"Do you want to play?" Fu Cheng asked. "If you were to continue your studies, you could get access to the game after getting into a university."

Shen Lu tilted her head. "So I have to go back to school just to play a game?"

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