chapter 5 meet again

"Hey, can you handle this? Don't blow up the gas!" Feifei Ouyang looked at Fei Shen with a skeptical expression.

"Don't worry, even if I blow up the gas, I doubt your old man would say anything," Fei Shen shrugged. "Just watch and learn."

Feifei Ouyang agreed with Fei Shen's words and pointed toward the kitchen.

The Ouyang family's kitchen was well-equipped and had everything they needed. However, Feifei Ouyang still had some doubts as she hugged her shoulders and leaned against the kitchen door, silently watching Fei Shen.

Could this scoundrel really cook, or would he just end up making instant noodles? Or maybe some simple fried rice?

But in the next moment, Feifei Ouyang quickly dispelled those thoughts. "Damn, this guy is amazing!" Feifei Ouyang watched as Fei Shen swiftly picked up a potato, peeled it, and sliced it into shreds in just three minutes. His speed was so fast that it left her dizzy.

"Is my knife skills okay?" Fei Shen looked at Feifei Ouyang with a grin.

Feifei Ouyang was taken aback by how good-looking he seemed when he smiled. His face might not be strikingly handsome, but it was definitely not ugly. Instead, it had an enduring quality.

"Why am I developing a good impression of this scoundrel?" Feifei Ouyang shook her head, a hint of disdain curling her lips.

"Enough with your nonsense, it's passable, I guess," Feifei Ouyang said dismissively, then turned and left.

Hearing her words, Fei Shen was left speechless. When it came to knife skills, he might not be the best in the world, but in the kitchen, there were probably very few who could match him!

In the past year, Fei Shen had spent most of his time in seclusion, occasionally mentoring a few rookies. His skills with a knife, once used for combat, had now found a new purpose in the kitchen.

On the table, there was a plate of stir-fried potato shreds, tomato and egg stir-fry, a seaweed and spare rib stew, a dish of sautéed green beans, along with a large bowl of seaweed soup. Four dishes and a soup, plus a pot of steaming rice, filled the air with tantalizing aromas.

"Hey, come over and eat," Fei Shen called out.

Feifei Ouyang pouted. "I'm not eating."

"Well, suit yourself," Fei Shen shrugged.

Feifei Ouyang widened her eyes in surprise. Wasn't this guy supposed to have some gentlemanly manners?

Ignoring Feifei Ouyang, Fei Shen served himself a generous portion of rice and dug in with relish.

"You scoundrel, if you're going to eat, then eat. Why the heck are you smacking your lips like that?" Feifei Ouyang was annoyed.

"Hmph, that guy is so dirty. Whatever he cooks must be unsanitary!" Feifei Ouyang's mouth watered as she smelled the delicious food, but she sternly reminded herself not to be envious.

In fact, Fei Shen had nothing to do with being dirty; it was just that his clothes looked a bit shabby.

When he left Tiandao, he found an outfit from several years ago. Most of the rest of his clothes were military uniforms or torn.

Watching Fei Shen devour his food, Miss Feifei Ouyang felt sorry for herself. At noon, her appetite had already been affected by Fei Shen. She hadn't eaten much to begin with. After finally finding a bag of potato chips, she took a few bites, but they all ended up in that guy's stomach.

At this point, Feifei Ouyang's stomach was growling again, and her saliva production was increasing rapidly. She couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

But the words were already spoken, and this guy refused to call her again!

Should she go up to him voluntarily? That would be too embarrassing!

Is it more embarrassing or to go hungry?

Feifei Ouyang had a feeling of wanting to cry but having no tears. Forget it, let it be embarrassing! There's no reason to not get along with herself. Besides, this is her own home, and that guy's food is all hers, so what's there to fear?

Thinking of this, Feifei Ouyang got up, sat confidently at the dining table, thinking that Fei Shen would tease her a bit, but instead, she saw Fei Shen serving her a bowl of rice. "Hurry up and eat! Otherwise, it'll get cold!"

Upon hearing this, Feifei Ouyang blushed slightly.

"Have you served in the military?" Feifei Ouyang asked.

"Yes!" Fei Shen nodded.

"What branch of the military were you in?"

Fei Shen pointed to the food, signaling Feifei Ouyang to look at the meal.

"Firehead Corps?" Feifei Ouyang pursed her lips, showing disappointment and a hint of disdain.

"Then you must have seen special forces, right? Are special forces as amazing as they are on TV?" Feifei Ouyang blinked and asked.

"They're okay," Fei Shen replied casually.

"Tch!" Feifei Ouyang flashed a hint of disdain in her eyes. This guy is from the Firehead Corps and dares to act all high and mighty without even having seen special forces. What a joke.

Fei Shen looked at Feifei Ouyang's expression, shrugged indifferently. In fact, ordinary special forces were not even considered impressive in his eyes.

Once, he had participated in a jungle exercise with the Southwest Falcon Special Forces. Those guys were all proud warriors, each with the appearance of being the best in the world. However, they were all defeated by Fei Shen alone.

Since then, no one in the Chinese military dared to question Tiandao's prowess.

Saying they were "okay" was already a compliment to them.

Having had his fill of food and downing a large bowl of soup, Fei Shen lounged lazily on the sofa. He lit a cheap cigarette that cost five yuan a pack, squinted his eyes slightly, and enjoyed the moment.

In his mouth, the five-yuan-a-pack cheap cigarette seemed to have a unique flavor.

Successful men don't need designer brands and luxury items to showcase themselves. This thought crossed Feifei Ouyang's mind. However, she couldn't help but sneer at her own thoughts. However, you looked at it, this guy was still a long way from success.

Fei Shen squinted his eyes, leaned back comfortably, and for him, these days were truly carefree. Just like a pig - eating and sleeping. In fact, there was nothing wrong with living life like a pig.

"How did you meet my father?" Feifei Ouyang asked, watching the man casually flipping through the TV channels.

They weren't relatives, so why did her father treat this guy with such respect? Feifei Ouyang couldn't find anything about Fei Shen that would warrant her father's respect.

"He never told you?" Fei Shen flicked some cigarette ash and asked indifferently.

"No," Feifei Ouyang shook her head.

"Oh," Fei Shen nodded.

Feifei Ouyang couldn't help but feel frustrated. What did that "oh" mean?

During the meal, the two of them had managed to improve their relationship somewhat, enough to sit together and watch TV.

On the television, a special forces documentary was playing.

Feifei Ouyang watched with great interest. "Do you like military-themed shows?" Fei Shen asked, breaking his usual silence.

"Yes, when I look for my lover in the future, I definitely want to find a soldier, preferably a special forces soldier," Feifei Ouyang declared firmly.

"They're not like what you see on TV," Fei Shen said calmly.

The true sharp edges of the nation would never appear in public. They were a group of nameless heroes with only codenames and no real names. Whether they died by a garbage dump or in the chaos of battle, all that remained was a codename, an unmarked grave.

Fei Shen had once been like them, but he seemed to be luckier than most.

Perhaps you could call it luck.

In reality, he yearned for the battlefield more than anything else, but he no longer had the chance to set foot in that place.
"What's it like then? You must have seen it, right? Tell me!" Feifei Ouyang couldn't help but take a step closer, shaking Fei Shen's arm.

"I'm going to bed!" Fei Shen waved his hand, pulling his arm away. This girl, every time she got close, a fragrance would waft over, and her chest was indeed well-endowed, soft, not just elastic. If this continued, Fei Shen was afraid he'd lose control.

"For you, it might not matter, but do I matter?" Feifei Ouyang was genuinely curious about what this guy's cheek was made of.

Unable to turn around, she would reveal everything.

Facing the throw pillow Feifei Ouyang tossed at him, Fei Shen turned a blind eye and simply closed the door.

Feifei Ouyang was at a loss, thinking about the colorful lingerie in her bathroom. Seeing this guy's lecherous expression, she couldn't help but shiver at the thought of certain scenes.

"This bastard!" Feifei Ouyang gritted her teeth.

A quiet night passed, and at dawn, when the sun was shining brightly, Fei Shen finally got up. Cheng Ouyang had returned, and Feifei Ouyang was already dressed and ready.

"Awake, have breakfast, and then we're going to Tianxue International," Cheng Ouyang said.

"Yes," Fei Shen nodded.

After breakfast, Fei Shen followed Cheng Ouyang out. When they saw the two of them leaving, Feifei Ouyang rushed into her room. The bed was neatly made, and her colorful lingerie was still hanging in the bathroom. After inspecting everything one by one and finding nothing amiss, Feifei Ouyang let out a sigh of relief. This guy, it seemed, wasn't that perverted.

At the front desk of Tianxue International, Cheng Ouyang said, "Is President Yao in? I'm Cheng Ouyang, and I called her when I was on my way."

"Hello, President Ouyang. President Yao said that when you arrive, you can go straight up!" The receptionist, a young lady, smiled and spoke respectfully, glancing at Fei Shen who was with Cheng Ouyang.

The two of them headed straight upstairs, and Cheng Ouyang lightly knocked on the door of Ruoxue Yao's office.

"Come in!" A sweet female voice came from inside.

For some reason, when Fei Shen heard this voice, he felt something was off. Why did this voice sound so familiar?

Cheng Ouyang pushed open the door, and Fei Shen met eyes with Ruoxue Yao.

"Are you this bastard?"

"Are you this silly girl?"

Their synchronization was truly remarkable.
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