Don’t Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

Chapter 49.1

translator: baumkuchen editor: glitterypanda

The next day, Chi Xiaochi woke up to a delicious scent.

From the direction of the kitchen, came a soft clanging of pots and pans, clinging and clanging, the homely atmosphere particularly calming.

Chi Xiaochi got up, put on some cotton slippers that were slightly too big for him, and trotted out of the bedroom.

This was the top floor of an old apartment in Binzhou’s Jiuchengqu. It spanned about 100 square meters, with two bedrooms and two living rooms. The neighbourhood wasn’t a very eye-catching high-class residential area, but it was quiet and conveniently located for transport.

As a single male, young, and owning a car and a house, Dong Feihong was absolutely the blue chip stock out of all blue chip stocks.

Just as he walked over to the entrance to the kitchen, the blue chip stock walked out.

The blue chip stock, “You’re awake? How was your sleep?”

Chi Xiaochi nodded.

“There’s a disposable toothbrush and washcloth in the bathroom sink cabinet.” Freshly stir-fried dishes in his hands, the blue chip stock gestured towards the bathroom. “I wasn’t fully prepared this time. When you come here next time, I’ll have a set of permanent living supplies ready for you.”

Chi Xiaochi let out a reserved expression. “No need to go through so much trouble.”

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The blue chip stock expressed, this was what he ought to do.

As he washed up, Chi Xiaochi said to 061, “I suspect Dong Feihong is Dong Ge’s long-lost father.”

061, “……” Actually it’s me.

Chi Xiaochi continued to speculate reasonably, “Or else why is he treating Dong Ge so well.”

061, “……” Because it’s me.

Chi Xiaochi spat out the toothpaste in his mouth. “Liu-laoshi, what exactly is this person trying to do?”

“Yesterday, when you were sleeping, I went and did a check on him,” 061 said, “Dong Feihong, 27 years old, a mangaka, single, has no unhealthy addictions, his father had a big argument with Dong Ge’s father when they were younger, so they had little contact with each other. He went to Japan to study and returned about three years ago. There was an accident two years ago, and he injured his hand, it was quite serious, too. Originally, he intended to go overseas for treatment, but at that time, it just so happened that several internationally renowned neurologists came to Binzhou for a study exchange, so he didn’t go.”

Chi Xiaochi nodded.

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He nodded. “Got it. I see now.”

061, “……” Phew, successfully brushed it over.

After Chi Xiaochi was done washing up, Dong Feihong placed a plate of julienned potatoes on the table.

The chopped onions were slightly curled from frying. Bits and pieces of chili peppers were scattered over the shiny, yellow, thickly chopped potatoes. Two bowls and two sets of chopsticks were arranged neatly on the table. The chopsticks were made of redwood, and the bowls were blue and white porcelain, filled to the brim with rice congee, the rice grains almost mush from the boiling.

Dong Feihong said, “I started cooking the rice when you went to bed yesterday. I specially left it to cool for a while, it shouldn’t burn your mouth already.”

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After Chi Xiaochi picked up the chopsticks, he then said, “When you don’t have anything to do at sports school on Saturdays and Sundays, just come to your uncle’s house. Leaving home at such a young age, even though you don’t say it, I know you must feel a little lost in your heart. Here, at your uncle’s place, there will always be a hot, home-cooked meal to eat, and a warm home to come back to. What do you think?”

Chi Xiaochi mulled over it in silence, unable to make up his mind.

With regards to this suddenly-appearing “uncle”, he still couldn’t trust him completely.

But if he was sincere, then the appearance of this uncle was absolutely beneficial to Dong Ge’s growth and education.

He didn’t hurry to answer, picking up some potatoes with his chopsticks and bringing it to his mouth.

Then, he froze. He looked up at Dong Feihong.

Practically simultaneously, 061 and Dong Feihong asked, “What’s wrong?”

Dong Feihong picked up his chopsticks and tasted the potatoes. “……Still tastes okay.”

Chi Xiaochi swallowed the food in his mouth. “I ate a chili pepper.”

Dong Feihong laughed. He got up to go to the water dispenser and retrieved a cup of warm water. “Eat slowly, there’s no rush.”

Chi Xiaochi silently nodded, but quickened his movements, finishing all the food on the table without saying a word.

Only when Dong Feihong and Chi Xiaochi went downstairs together and got into the car, did he continue the question he had been going to ask before being interrupted, “When your afternoon training on Friday ends, should I come pick you up?”

Chi Xiaochi fastened his seatbelt, then replied in the tone Dong Ge would have used, “……I need to train.”

“Some relaxation is always necessary,” Dong Feihong said, “There’s a skating rink near my home. The owner was my junior high classmate.”

He’d already built a house, building another skating rink wasn’t a problem.

Chi Xiaochi thought for a moment, then nodded slightly, finally agreeing to Dong Feihong’s suggestion.”

With a smile, Dong Feihong leaned over and tightened Chi Xiaochi’s scarf. “The car is a little old, it doesn’t have good heating, don’t catch a chill.”

Chi Xiaochi lowered his eyelashes, the long, soft and curly strands covering the faint melancholy in his eyes.