Chapter 90: Have an Orange
Mo Fei's movements woke Ji Ze'er. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes, seeing Mo Fei.
She merely glanced at Mo Fei, scoffed, "Hmph, men!" Then, she stretched deeply, easing her somewhat stiff bones.
It had to be said, last night's game had released all her recent stress. Now, her feeling could only be described with one word—exhilarating!
She was completely oblivious to Mo Fei appreciating her figure.
"Really?" Ji Ze'er looked at Mo Fei playfully.
"Hmm, playing games too intensely can damage brain cells, and staying up too late playing games can lead to kidney deficiency, just like Mo Fei is experiencing now."
Take it as a lesson!
"Of course it's real!" Mo Fei said decisively.
Ji Ze'er licked her red lips with her pink tongue, looking at Mo Fei: "Then shall we have another 1v1 arena match?"
Mo Fei's face was a bit green, but how could he say no at this moment? "Bring it on, do you really think I'm afraid of you? Remember who was calling 'Daddy' last night!"
"Alright..." Ji Ze'er gave Mo Fei a seductive glance.
Next, Ji Ze'er and Mo Fei continued their game from last night.
However, it was no longer an arena, but a different mode: a turn-based fighting game.
In the very first round, Mo Fei seized Ji Ze'er's weakness and immediately unleashed a combo, instantly knocking out Ji Ze'er.
But Ji Ze'er didn't care about the outcome of a single battle and immediately clamored for another arena match.
Mo Fei's face turned pale. Sure enough, a temporary win or loss was nothing; the one who won in the end was the true winner.
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At the dining table, Mindy had already prepared the food: white congee, meat buns, and a dish of pickled vegetables.
The congee was millet porridge, simmered for over half an hour. The meat buns had shrimp and onion filling; Mindy had wrapped them and frozen them in the refrigerator, ready to be steamed when needed. The pickled vegetables were Mindy's homemade shredded radish, which tasted excellent—refreshing and delicious.
Having been tested in the kitchen for a long time, Mindy was already a hybrid of a Chinese and Western cuisine master.
Mo Fei sat at the dining table, his face slightly pale, peeling an egg. If anyone looked closely, they would notice Mo Fei's hand trembling slightly.
"This is Chinese food?" Ji Ze'er curiously held her chopsticks: "How do I use these?"
Mindy had no choice but to put down her own chopsticks and patiently teach Ji Ze'er how to use them.
And Ji Ze'er, as expected of an elite retired from Mossad, quickly mastered the use of chopsticks with Mindy's help.
"Mmm..." Ji Ze'er used her chopsticks to pick up a small steamed meat bun, brought it to her mouth, and took a bite. The shrimp and onion filling immediately made Ji Ze'er feel wonderful. She praised, "So fragrant!"
"I'll learn some Chinese cooking later," Ji Ze'er succumbed to the delicious Chinese food, eating one bun after another, then sipping some white congee, revealing a satisfied smile.
"Braga was taken down, so you're out of a job. What are your plans now?" Mo Fei asked.
"After all these years, enduring wind and rain, I'm tired, but I've also saved a considerable sum of money. I'm not in a hurry to work; I'll rest first!" Ji Ze'er mumbled, biting into a bun: "When my money is almost used up, I'll go back to work."
Mo Fei and Ji Ze'er were chatting when suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?"
"Water meter reader! We detected an anomaly in the water consumption nearby, so we're here for inspection."
"Something's not right, it's fishy!" Ji Ze'er took another bun and stuffed it into her mouth, pulling out an M1911 from her lower back and cocking it.
"Brother, you go check. I'll take her and hide." Mindy also frowned and put down her chopsticks; she too sensed something was off.
"OK." Mo Fei nodded, put down his chopsticks, looked at the fruit basket on the dining table, thought for a moment, and casually picked up an orange from it, walking towards the door.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"Is anyone home? We're here to check the water meter!"
"No one's home right now, please leave a message." Through the peephole, Mo Fei saw a person dressed as a plumber standing outside, but—Mo Fei sensed over a dozen breaths outside the door. His Xing Yi Quan wasn't practiced in vain!
"..."
"Sir, if you're home, please open the door, okay? It's really urgent! Please just help me out, okay?"
"Heh! Heh!" Mo Fei let out an inhuman laugh, tossing the orange in his hand: "My mom told me when she left that unless it's a woman selling insurance door-to-door, I shouldn't open the door for anyone else!"
"..."
Supervisor Rhode's face was dark. He shoved aside the FBI agent disguised as a plumber, put his old face to the peephole, held up his badge, and said angrily, "FBI! We suspect you're harboring a criminal. Please open the door and cooperate with our inspection."
"FBI, so what? Do you have a search warrant?" Mo Fei scoffed: "If not, go chill somewhere else!"
Damn it, that son of a bitch Hulk's cousin is still hounding him. I haven't even had a chance to figure out how to deal with you, and you're coming after me again?
"This is a search warrant." Supervisor Rhode held up the search warrant signed by the judge: "Please open the door immediately and cooperate with our search, otherwise we will immediately take violent measures to break down the door and charge you with obstructing official duties!"
"If you had a search warrant, why didn't you show it earlier? Really—naughty!" Mo Fei's voice immediately became friendly: "I thought you were some good-for-nothing scumbags who just harass good citizens!"
"Wait a moment, I'll open the door for you right away! Huh? Where's the doorknob?"
Mo Fei procrastinated for a while longer, until Rhode finally lost his patience and was about to break down the door violently, only then did he slowly open it.
"Oh, Supervisor Rhode, it's you again. This is our second meeting, isn't it? What a coincidence!" As soon as Mo Fei saw Supervisor Rhode, his face immediately showed the joyful surprise of meeting an old acquaintance. He enthusiastically shook Supervisor Rhode's hand and slipped the orange from his own hand into his: "Here, have an orange!"