Lord of the Mysteries

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.

“Don’t use your phone while eating; don’t eat while using your phone.” I stand up and give him a heartfelt lecture.

same time, I boldly pay

Deng and I aren’t hypocritical friends who insist on

are always a little tight during

didn’t even give me a bottle of Coke.” It only took this long before Peng

pick up the umbrella

of Coke. “Something

can ask me, his gaze suddenly stops on the umbrella with the rabbit

makes a

he

Peng Deng turns his attention back to his phone

the old compound of my

tallest building is only six stories, so there

floor, I catch

churn, making me walk over involuntarily and open the letterbox

a postcard lying quietly

know that she was

with me and Peng Deng. She later went overseas

time,

for two seconds before

is indeed familiar as

famous

look. The pillars and walls that are lined with skulls make

that

away the postcard and return to Unit

with two bedrooms and one bathroom. It has a history of at least 20 years. I live in a guest room, and a

people. Not only do they have a sense of hygiene, but they often cook by themselves and invite me to eat together. The only problem is that they quarrel at least twice

Peng Deng

prerequisite is that he hasn’t

window of the guest

is already dark and there

small supermarket. I think it’s

It’s only three stories.

hairdressers, eateries, as well as grocery stores and repair shops. One doesn’t even need

keys and phone. I arrive at a small supermarket after circling the compound for a

stairs to the rooftop. Looking

just now, I tried to jump from one flight of

me, I take a deep breath, climb over the railing fence, and

and the road is very

I’ll die a societal death if everyone misunderstands this

nothing wrong with the feeling I had

some random thought, I raise my middle finger at

I leap up and adjust

speed I descend at is slower than normal. The wind turns into a blanket, holding me

only relative. I still quickly land on the ground steadily, without wobbling or splashing up the

I feel like a