The Game of Life

Chapter 862 - 862 861 A Good Pot

?Chapter 862: Chapter 861 A Good Pot Chapter 862: Chapter 861 A Good Pot “Phew,” Jiang Feng took a deep breath the moment he left, feeling as if he had just finished running a marathon.

He couldn’t understand what he had just seen here, not only was he puzzled, but so were the readers, and possibly even the author who wrote this scenario couldn’t figure it out.

While in the fog, he felt possessed, relentlessly wanting to run forward, to keep running to chase after a voice, so much so that he still hadn’t caught his breath now, sitting on the sofa without a drop of sweat yet gasping constantly, as if he were truly exhausted.

“Fengfeng, what’s wrong with you? Did you just go out for a run?” Wu Minqi had only worked half a day today and returned to rest in the afternoon. She had been talking on the phone with Mrs. Wu in her room earlier and came out to see Jiang Feng looking ragged.

“I… I just ran up, I kept waiting for the elevator downstairs but it never came,” Jiang Feng blurted out an excuse.

“Then you should’ve waited a little longer, taking the elevator is definitely faster than running,” Wu Minqi said somewhat helplessly as she went to pour some water for Jiang Feng, “In this cold weather, what if you got all sweaty from running and caught a chill sitting here? Did you sweat?”

“…No.”

“Right, Fengfeng, you’d better stop by the shop tomorrow, Zhang Weiyu said the birthday present he prepared for you, the pot entrusted to his father, has arrived and he wants you to pick it up at the shop tomorrow, so you can try it out to see if it’s good or not,” Wu Minqi said.

“A pot?” Jiang Feng wore a baffled expression and took a long time to remember that there seemed to be such a thing.

His birthday was in April, and now at the end of January, the new year was nearing, Zhang Weiyu drags on for two more months and he could send gifts for two years’ birthdays at once.

“How is that pot?” Jiang Feng was actually quite looking forward to this pot, especially since Zhang Weiyu boasted so much about his dad’s handcrafted iron pots.

Zhang Weiyu’s ironing skills were high level; his dad’s skills should at least be master level.

A master level iron pot must be exceptional.

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