Chapter 27: Stop Dwelling on It 1 (1/2)

Chapter 27: Stop Dwelling on It (1)

Translator: Dragon Rider

In the room.

Head down, He Zheng stared emptily at his hands. Just now, following the mental cultivation method of He family, he had performed Qi circulation and finished a full circuit. He felt that his body had become considerably lighter and more at ease, as if some kind of wastes that had been accumulating inside him all these years had been expelled bit by bit during the Qi circulation, making him feel extremely comfortable.

He stretched. At the thought that he would be able to do a lot of things at his own will after he laid a foundation for future cultivation, He Zheng was in a manifestly better mood.

And he even forgot that minor disagreement that he had had with Li Zong before entering the bedroom.

He pushed the door open and walked outside. Li Zong had left the apartment some time ago, but He Zheng didn't have any particular feelings about it. He was just about to leave when he caught sight of the sticky note on the refrigerator and paused.

He Zheng walked over, casually removed the sticky note from the refrigerator and squinted carefully at it. There were a couple of lines written with elegant handwriting on the note. Li Zong had recommended several pretty good takeouts. Originally, He Zheng had no intention of having meals right away, but surprisingly, after reading this note, he actually sat down on the sofa and fished out his phone to order takeouts.

However, Childe He had never ordered any takeout before, and neither did he know that he needed to download an app called Meituan (A famous app Chinese people use to order takeout or book seats, rooms, tickets etc.) first. Hungry, having no idea how to order takeout online, He Zheng went somewhat anxious and directly called Li Zong.

The ring lasted quite a while before Li Zong answered the call and uttered ”hello?” in a lowered voice.

He Zheng was sent into a brief trance. Then it struck him that Li Zong was attending to some matter. He curled his lip and said brusquely, ”I don't know how to order takeouts.”

The one on the other side of the line seemed to be surprised that it was this matter that this call was about. 'This Eldest Childe of He family has really been spoiled and pampered. I should have anticipated this.'

Li Zong replied in a voice tinged with amusement, ”I see. What would you like to have? I'll order it for you.”

”Anything. Order a couple of dishes and sweet dumplings cooked with rice wine.”

After saying this, He Zheng hung up without saying goodbye or something to Li Zong.

At this moment. In the meeting room of the first action group in the headquarter of the Supernaturalism Management Bureau (SMB) on Rosefinch Avenue.

All group members were goggling at their chief, replaying in their mind the scene that they had just beheld. 'This man, who has just answered a phone call and talked to someone with a mild look on his face, is really our Chief? He answered a phone call during a meeting? Goodness knows when having a meeting, our chief might not answer calls from his immediate superiors in SMB!'

A cat with snow-white fur and yin-yang (Yin and yang are two concepts used in Chinese philosophy, medicine, etc., referring to two opposing principles in nature, the former feminine and negative, the latter masculine and positive) pupils was sprawling on the lap of Li Zong. Its expression changed after Li Zong answered the call.

Li Zong ordered a couple of takeouts to be sent to his home and then hung up. Seeing this, the cat took a flying leap, landed on Zu Zhichong's lap and, surprisingly, said to Li Zong in human language, ”Chief, we're going out to answer the call of nature.”

Upon saying this, it quickly slipped out of the meeting room. The tail of Zu Zhichong's coat was clamped between the cat's teeth, and he was caught off guard. Though the cat was not big, its strength was extraordinary. Zu Zhichong was forcibly dragged outside.

”Slow down...” Zu Zhichong coughed repeatedly. ”My goodness. You're killing me!”

”Tell me! Who was Chief talking to just now?” The cat landed on the ground after a leap and turned into a fair-skinned, delicate boy about thirteen or fourteen years old, who was wearing white clothes. With a pair of yin-yang pupils, he closed in on Zu Zhichong and asked him this question in a fierce, threatening tone of voice.

Zu Zhichong briefly rolled his eyes left and right and then replied with affected confusion, ”I have no idea.”