The Cannon Fodder in the Global Apocalypse Game lives a leisurely life-Chapter 366: Qixi Festival (2)

Haoran was also thinking on the same note. Especially Xicheng’s eyes were hovering on Xiao Hua’s thighs and her collar bones. They were trying peel off Xiao Hua’s clothes. A sudden urge to dig out someone’s eyes arise within him.

"No need classmates, I came with someone. Anyways, enjoy the ride and the fireworks." Chunhua politely declined and was about to leave but someone grabbed her wrist.

Xicheng’s smile vanished and one could see him gritting his teeth, "Classmate, don’t be rude. We barely get together. It’s just ah-" Xicheng stopped when he felt a calloused hand grabbed his wrist. His eyes traced the owner of the hand and finally noticed that there was a male youth beside Chunhua.

Chunhua looked down and saw Chef Long had grasped Xicheng’s.

Although Haoran was not saying anything, his eyes were chilly and his whole body was emanating intimidating cold air.

Infuriated, Xicheng tried to shake the man’s hand off but his grip was so tight, "Let go off me."

Nuo saw Haoran and her eyes twinkled. Tall stature, chiseled facial features, but the one that captured her attention was the youth’s deep blue ocean eyes, causing her to fall into trance for a moment.

The youth before them was handsome enough to be an idol. Nuo blinked and forgot the situation at the moment.

Although he was only wearing a simple pair of shirt and pants, Nuo had to admit the youth was good-looking, even better looking than the school grass and distant cousin, Xicheng.

Xicheng saw Haoran who was more strikingly handsome than him. He was daunted at first but when he saw the unbranded clothes on the youth, he scoffed, "Hey, back off."

"What are you doing? Don’t fight in front of my stall!" The shopkeeper of the qiaguo workshop noticed the commotion and waved his bamboo fan to drive Xicheng’s group away.

But the group didn’t listen at all.

Fengqi and Boran backed up Xicheng, "Hey, don’t you know who our friend is? Just one word from him and your life will be miserable!"

They tried to unclasped Haoran’s hands but Chunhua effortlessly smacked their hands away with her free hand leaving red marks on their skin. "Bullies! I hate your kinds the most!" She pursed her lips.

How dare you threaten Chef Long!

If she was not afraid of wasting her reward time on being detained in prison, she would have smacked their eggs instead!

Haoran was pleased with a certain someone’s response.

Fengqi and Boran instantly withdrew their hands feeling pained. Chunhua was delicate looking but that strike was not so delicate!

Damn that hurts a lot! The two hissed in pain.

Haoran twisted Xicheng’s hand before pushing the youth a meter away using his palm. With an icy tone and chilling eyes, he uttered, "Get lost."

Nuo was startled.

Xicheng ended up slamming his butt on the ground and his fall attracted a lot of passersby. He could see them whispering.

Xicheng was embarrassed, quickly got up and pointed his finger at Haoran unaware that he was very lucky because if this happened in the main game world, it would not simply end this way, "You-"

Xicheng had a bellyful of curse but the two didn’t him give any opportunity to speak.

Haoran led Chunhua somewhere while inspecting her wrist making sure it wasn’t bruised, "Next time you met someone like that, beat him immediately. I’ll take care of the rest."

Chunhua couldn’t help but laugh and replied, "Then if you also met one Chef Long, don’t hesitate to beat him and I’ll help you bear of the consequences."

Haoran secretly lifted a corner of his mouth. He asked out of the blue, "Are you making a promise?"

"Of course!" Chunhua nodded.

"Then if Xiao Hua breaks it?"

"Then I’m a turtle!"

Haoran chuckled and the chilly air surrounding him dispersed.

"Then what if you break your promise Chef Long."

"That will never happen." Haoran stated firmly.

After the incident, the two visited other shops. Haoran bought lots of things Chunhua touched, candies, a pair of magpie crochets necklace, and so on.

Haoran saw Chunhua stopped by a qiaoguo workshop called Flavor and Fortune emitting the scents of sesame, soy bean, peanuts, chocolate and different kinds of fruits.

"What pretty snacks", Chunhua remarked. More importantly, the smell is amazing. But because it was Chef Long’s time, she didn’t request and only looked at them briefly.

Haoran’s traced her gaze and saw her looking at the display trays where exquisite qiaoguo shaped like fishes, magpies, lotus, roses, bears, bunnies, lock charms or chinese characters like wealth, fortune, and abundance are displayed stuff in delicate paper bags.

He remembered this snack. The previous Grandma next door used to prepare them during Qixi. She said its purpose was to make the couples reunite under the magpie bridge.

The stall look so small from the outside but the inside was quite spacious. There were table arranged in a fan shaped equipped with tools use for cooking.

A table filled with ingredients was arranged in the center of the room.

Only one table was occupied at the moment and the place looks deserted.

"Dearest, how’s the pastry?" The girl turned her over to the man beside her and handed over the pastries.

The man tapped the girl’s nose, picked one of the pastries, and took a bite of the pastry before answering, "I’ll like whatever Baobei make." The man’s eyes were flowing with gentleness.

"Aiya! My Dearest had a sweet mouth!" The girl jumped on the man’s embrace and rained kisses on the man’s cheeks.

An old woman passed by them, saw the couple’s intimacy, and chuckled softly, "Aiguo, what a lovely couple, I’m sure you’ll end up together until old age. I and my old man also met during Qixi Festival and because of the Qiaoguo I made, he fell in love with me and ever since we never got separated."

"Grandma, we’ll be off now."

"Be careful on the road."

Looking at the couple passing by, Haoran was silent but the faint sparkle in his eyes was betraying his thoughts.

Although, the old woman’s voice was somewhat similar to someone he knew.

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