The So-Called Feast

About ten minutes after Jiang Fan got home.

Chen Yang came rushing back, carrying large and small bags.

When Jiang Fan saw what he was carrying, he was instantly incredulous.

"You... where did you get all this?"

"This... is the feast you were talking about?"

Chen Yang hefted the bags.

"Yeah. Isn't this lavish enough?"

"Some of this stuff I picked up from the vegetable market, and some I bought at the bazaar!"

"It wasn't cheap, either!"

At this point, Chen Yang thought Jiang Fan might not understand good food, so he said mysteriously,

"Heh heh!"

"There's a bag of magical stuff in my things. Once we get the pot set up, you'll know!"

"Yan Yan!"

Chen Yang turned to look at Chen Yanchu.

"Go start the fire. We're having hot pot today!"

Chen Yanchu was already completely stunned.

Her eyes were fixed on the bags in Chen Yang's hands, and she swallowed.

"Big Brother, how did you get so many vegetables?"

"Did you find something good today?"

Usually, Chen Yang and the other could do no more than eat noodles, or collect some leftovers from the welfare agency.

Only when Chen Yang found something valuable would they prepare a more sumptuous meal.

But today, the amount of food Chen Yang had brought was far greater than anything they had ever had before.

So Chen Yanchu naturally realized that something must have happened.

At her words, Chen Yang froze and looked at Jiang Fan.

"Brother Fan, didn't you tell Yan Yan?"

Jiang Fan shook his head.

Chen Yang understood. He placed the bags on the table, then freed a hand to ruffle Chen Yanchu's hair.

"Hehe, Yan Yan, we're rich!"

He vividly recounted everything that had happened that day to Chen Yanchu.

To keep her from worrying, he only briefly