CHAPTER 322: CHAPTER 110: ROLLING DONKEY (PART 1)

Though the surgery before leaving the hospital was really disgusting, Diwu Qian is a genius doctor. Despite being less than forty years out of university, he has already performed no less than a thousand surgeries. His talent and experience are enough to ensure he returns to his usual good state of life in the shortest time.

As such, it didn’t take long for him to have an appetite for tasting pastries, without anyone having to call him over. He picked up a piece of rose cake and put it in his mouth with some anticipation.

To be honest, Diwu Qian has never been much interested in sweets, even though Du Xixi’s skills are good enough to make him eat any dessert she makes.

But today’s rose cake is different from any sweet he has tasted before. It is slightly more oily and crispy than cherry meat, yet sweeter than pumpkin cakes. Although not containing roses, its appearance resembles roses, and it has a rich layering that immediately reminds one of the stacked layers of rose petals when eaten.

Sweet but not greasy, it perfectly hit Diwu Qian’s taste buds, prompting him to stuff the remaining large piece of rose cake into his mouth, giving this usually composed and elegant gentleman a touch of playful demeanor.

"You all were quite considerate, leaving me a piece!" said Diwu Qian after eating the rose cake, his eyebrows relaxed. Surrounded by his own people, he loosened his suit buttons and lazily adjusted the cushion behind him, when he noticed that the dish holding the Almond Buddha Hand surprisingly had only one piece left.

The golden Almond Buddha Hand presented a peculiar pose, languidly lying on the white porcelain plate, looking somewhat alluring. Diwu Qian picked up the piece specially left for him under everyone’s gaze, and slowly put it in his mouth.

The bean paste sweetness similar to the rose cake, combined with the fresh rose fragrance, made the taste linger pleasantly between his lips and teeth, causing Diwu Qian to squint his eyes with satisfaction, yet he sighed with a sense of lost longing.

This piece of Almond Buddha Hand is neither too big nor too small; Diwu Qian cleaned it up in three bites but was naturally tempted by the taste to want more.

With a face full of quiet resentment, Diwu Qian said nothing, just thinking of getting more rose cake. Yet, before his hand could reach out, he saw that the plate holding the rose cake was as empty as the Almond Buddha Hand’s plate.

Diwu Qian: ...I suspect you are bullying me, and I have enough evidence!

Diwu Qian: I feel wronged! But I won’t say a word!

"No worries, there are more in the kitchen. I made plenty; you can eat as much as you want." At that moment, Du Xixi came out of the kitchen, the aroma of the dishes wafting out along with Du Xixi’s gentle voice, tickling the noses and ears of everyone, "Don’t forget to take some with you when you leave."

Naturally, everyone didn’t stand on ceremony with Du Xixi but thanked her one after another. Meanwhile, 2569 went to the kitchen and brought out all the dishes. Everyone sat around the table and enjoyed a comfortable lunch.

In this rare break time, since Mo Feng and the others had squeezed out time, they naturally didn’t plan to sit idle and waste it. A few men surrounded the two little children, playing freely in the yard.

Du Xixi, Mo Ying, and Miao Miao sat quietly on the swing in the garden, feeling the comforting sensation of sunshine cascading over them.

Over there, Mo Feng was tossed a small dirt ball by the mischievous Yiyi, and unwilling to be outdone, he promptly returned a dirt ball that was many times larger than the one Yiyi threw, which landed on Yiyi’s calf, making Yiyi exclaim. Then, it turned into a dirt battle between the large and small childish pranksters.

Ke Xing watched over the two little pranksters to ensure their dirt battle didn’t get out of hand, while Diwu Qian and Sun Mulin observed the reserved Er Er, feeling that Er Er resembled Ke Lian.

"Our Er Er’s temperament is simply a perfect replica of Ah Lan!" Sun Mulin clapped his hands, seeing Er Er staring at a cluster of small flowers without speaking, lips pursed and showing no intention of engaging with them, he said with a smile.

The families amongst them were all considered acquaintances, but frankly, when they were kids, Ke Lian and the others had mere nodding acquaintance with each other, with politeness outweighing friendship. It wasn’t until after growing up, with more exchanges between them, that they slowly became close friends.