1407 In Modern Day 5 (1/2)

Upon hearing my reply, Peng Deng lowered his head again. As he looks at his phone, he feeds himself and casually asks, ”What else is there after work?

”Don't you work overtime if something's up?”

Good question… I lean the umbrella and seriously think of an excuse.

Peng Deng is a typical smartphone zombie who doesn't even focus on eating. Most of his attention is on his cell phone, but he's actually a very sharp person. He's good at capturing details and can always easily see through my lies.

Of course, most of those lies were a product of not putting enough thought into it. They're more like jokes.

I can't tell him that I'm trying to jump off a building, right? After some thought, I rap the table.

”My boss wants me to pick up a foreign guest at the airport tomorrow.

”And he'll only give me the details at night. I'll have to make some preparations. I need to practice my accent and contact a driver to confirm the schedule. It's plenty of work.”

”Yeah, yeah…” Peng Deng takes a bite of rice and the meat shreds before swallowing it.

Then, he asks with a smile, ”The Casanova boss you mentioned before?”

”I never said that.” I outright deny Peng Deng's claim.

When he looked up at me, I smiled.

”I said he fooled around.

”You mustn't make mistakes when passing judgment.”

”Tch.” Peng Deng replies before looking down at his phone.

Before long, the dishes I ordered are served. One is stir-fried sliced beef, and the other is tomato fried egg soup.

The oil on the former glistened, and the aroma of celery perfectly fused with the beef's aroma. The meat was very tender, and its juices were salty, but not excessive. The sauce was filled with flavors, and with just one plate of this meat, I could finish it with three bowls of rice.

The tomato fried egg soup is part of Sichuan cuisine. Lard is used first. After it's heated up, beaten eggs with water and salt are added to the mix until it's completely cooked.

This way, the fried eggs would be fluffier, and there will be a certain level of saltiness to it. Following that, water and processed tomatoes are put in, along with a few green vegetables.

Finally, the soup will have the obvious fragrance of oil and eggs, mixed with the sweet and sourness of tomatoes. The freshness of the green vegetables make the soup have the delight of a meat soup, but without the cloyed taste at all.

Just as I drink a bowl of delicious egg soup, the boss walks over with a bowl of rice and a bottle of cold Coke.

”Ice Cock.” I can't help laughing inwardly as I heard his accent.

Considering that I have to ”jump off a building” later, it wouldn't be good to eat too much. I ultimately only have two bowls of rice. Of course, I definitely wouldn't waste the meat and eggs.

At this moment, Peng Deng still has a third of his food left.

At the same time, I boldly pay only for my share.

Peng Deng and I aren't hypocritical friends who insist on footing the bill.

Furthermore, it's the end of the month. Finances are always a little tight during this time of the month.

”F*ck, you didn't even give me a bottle of Coke.” It only took this long before Peng Deng realized it.

”I'm done eating.” I pick up the umbrella leaning against the table.

”Extravagant.” Peng Deng appraises my choice of buying a bottle of Coke. ”Something good happened to you? Or are you moonlighting…”

Before he can ask me, his gaze suddenly stops on the umbrella with the rabbit ears in my hand.

”Hey.” He makes a strange sound.

”My boss lent it to me. You know that he has many girlfriends.” I understand what Peng Deng is thinking.

”How boring.” Peng Deng turns his attention back to his phone again.

I enter the old compound of my rented apartment after leaving the shop.

The tallest building is only six stories, so there aren't any elevators.

When I pass the entrance to the first floor, I catch a glimpse of the mailbox through the corner of my eye.

”Uh…” Some memories churn, making me walk over involuntarily and open the letterbox that belongs to Unit 602.

There's a postcard lying quietly inside.

Even without looking, I know that she was the one who had sent it.

She was a middle school classmate and high school classmate with me and Peng Deng. She later went overseas for studies and is currently working in this city.

Her family background is good, and she often travels. From time to time, she'll send local specialties or postcards to friends in the same city.

I hesitate for two seconds before picking up the postcard.

The back is indeed familiar as graceful handwriting is plastered across it:

”This is the famous Sedlec Ossuary around here…”

I flip the postcard and take a look. The pillars and walls that are lined with skulls make me feel horrified.

Then, I feel that strange sense of holiness.

Shaking my head, I put away the postcard and return to Unit 602.