This was the warehouse of a small logistics company in Dachang City.
But some time ago, Zhao Kaiming had bought it and turned it into a private place.
And he lived here.
Today, Zhao Kaiming returned here on schedule, as usual.
Only after making a round of the area and confirming that no one had visited did he feel at ease enough to unlock the warehouse doors.
The warehouse, with no goods piled inside, was spacious and quiet.
Zhao Kaiming turned on the lights, shut the warehouse doors, and walked straight in.
His distinct footsteps echoed through the empty warehouse. Leaning on a cane, he limped along with a somewhat grim expression.
"I'm back," Zhao Kaiming said, as if announcing his arrival to his family.
"I ate outside today, so I won't be eating at home. You haven't eaten yet, right? I'll go cook for you now."
He spoke to himself. No one in the empty warehouse answered him, yet it all seemed perfectly natural.
Zhao Kaiming came to a corner of the warehouse, where quite a few boxes were stacked.
Inside were all kinds of fresh fruit—apples, cherries, Hami melons—as well as frozen steaks, fish, and more. Judging by the packaging, the fruit was all imported, while the steaks and fish were premium ingredients, all looking extremely expensive.
There were several hundred boxes of these things piled up.
"How about fried steak today? Right, we can't forget the fruit either. Daughter, these cherries are your favorite." Zhao Kaiming smiled as he began cooking in the crude kitchen with practiced skill.
He was very happy while cooking, seemingly immersed in it. Nothing happening outside had anything to do with him.
More than an hour passed.
He made a full twelve lunches.
An enticing aroma of food filled the warehouse. The