Chapter 42 Feeling Sorry for the Money

"Bang!"

The new door, only two days old, was kicked open by Shen Cheng.

The loud noise startled Shen Zhongming, who was in the kitchen slaughtering a chicken. His hand trembled, and the cleaver flew out.

As it landed, the flat side of the knife just hit his foot.

"Ouch! Ah ah ah..."

A pitiful wail echoed from the kitchen.

Shen Cheng walked into the kitchen and saw Shen Zhongming squatting on the ground, clutching his foot and wailing.

The noise was so piercing that she couldn't help but want to knock him out to silence him.

After a while, Shen Zhongming finally caught his breath: "Girl, can't you be a bit more gentle with our new door?"

The door cost 1,800 yuan, and if it got kicked in again, it would break his heart.

Shen Cheng glanced at him, "Heart aches for money, huh."

As expected, no one knows a father better than his daughter. Shen Zhongming, supporting himself on the counter, stood up with a sigh: "How can I not feel the pinch? That's five million—"

Shen Cheng squinted; he was clearly thinking about that money!

"I mean, you gambling addict, you clearly couldn't bear to part with the money, so why were you so decisive back then?"

Shen Zhongming washed the cleaver clean and said while chopping the chicken, "No matter how greedy I am, I won't let anyone bully my daughter! Compared to you, money can only take a backseat."

Shen Cheng crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame, frowning without speaking.

Shen Zhongming continued speaking to himself: "Thinking about the heroic act of that day, your Dad wants to give himself a hundred likes."

Shen Cheng: "..."

Bam!

The kitchen door was slammed shut by her, shaking the entire kitchen three times.

Staring at the door still wobbling, with the cleaver suspended in mid-air, his old face twitched.

The hobby of slamming doors is fine, the key is to be sensible.

Slamming your own home's door has three downsides: One, it costs money; Two, it costs money; Three, it still costs money!

Slamming someone else's door has three benefits: One, it doesn't cost money; Two, it doesn't cost money; Three, it still doesn't cost money!

Three hours later, the chicken soup was finally ready.

After just one sip, Shen Cheng spit it out—

She had seen people mistake sugar for salt, and even MSG for salt, but damn it, there was actually someone dumb enough to mistake flour for salt!

"Not good?" Shen Zhongming vaguely sensed that he had messed up.

"Why don't you try a sip yourself."

Shen Zhongming stirred the milky chicken soup in the bowl with a spoon, mustered the courage, and took a sip.

Before he could swallow it, his insides were already roiling.

He forced himself to swallow the soup and then said, "Girl, you wait here, your Dad will start over again."

"Better not," Shen Cheng raised an eyebrow, giving him a sympathetic look, "Intelligence really is your weakness."

Before Shen Zhongming could respond, she added, "I'm going out for a walk."

As soon as she stepped outside, she ran into Aunt Li, the neighbor, returning from grocery shopping.

Instinctively, Shen Cheng turned around, wanting to avoid her.

But Aunt Li's eyes were sharp and she spotted her immediately, "Chengzi, Chengzi, wait, I have something to ask you."

Shen Cheng had to stop and politely greeted back, "Aunt Li."

"Eh," Aunt Li responded, then furrowed her wrinkled brow, "Chengzi, tell Aunt Li, what exactly happened on your blind date?"

"Nothing much, just didn't hit it off."

"Don't hide it from me, Old Li told me everything. He said you guys left on bad terms that day and even argued."

"We didn't argue, just talked a little loudly."

"You're a good kid, just a bit temperamental," Aunt Li patted her hand, giving earnest advice, "Let that matter rest, don't dwell on it. If another opportunity comes up, Aunt Li will find you a good family..."

"Okay."

Shen Cheng curved her lips into a lighthearted smile.

A clean and simple response that gave nothing away about her true feelings.