The man's forehead was drenched with sweat, a flash of fear flickered across his eyes: "N-no… I don't know…"
Upon hearing this, Shi Wei let out a cold laugh, as if he had just been told a joke.
Ever since he moved out of the old family house at twenty, every so often, unexpected visitors would show up here.
Either they came to steal information, or they came to take his life.
"Shi Yin?" He crouched down, picked up a flashlight, and with force, struck the man's knee: "Or Shi Yaoyu?"
His whole body radiated a chilling, menacing aura, his gaze as if dipped in poison.
The man let out a blood-curdling scream, trembling as he stammered: "I don't know… I-I really don't know."
"Got quite a tight lip, haven't you."
Shi Wei stood up, walked over to the desk, made a phone call, then leisurely grabbed a wet wipe and began cleaning his hands.
Before long, Chen Cai came rushing down from the third floor.
"Boss, where's the thief?!"
His voice arrived before he did.
As soon as Chen Cai stepped into the room, he kicked the man on the floor several times. After finishing, he walked up to Shi Wei: "Boss, are you alright?"
"Where the hell were you?" Shi Wei shot him a sour glance.
Chen Cai wasn't just his driver; he was also his bodyguard. And for him to miss such commotion? Shi Wei genuinely wondered what he was good for.
"I… I just dozed off…" Chen Cai hung his head low, looking nervous.
Shi Wei tossed the wet wipe at him, then turned and started to leave. Just before he vanished from Chen Cai's sight, he spoke.
"Take care of him. Leave him breathing."
**
The next day.
The weather was pleasant. Old Sir Xu got up, went for his usual walk, and then, leaning on his cane, spiritedly made his way out the villa's front gate.
That red tricycle was still parked in the same spot as yesterday; however, the items for sale had changed.
Xu Zhen looked at the row of condiments and tools displayed before him and paused for a moment, confused.
He picked up a bamboo dragonfly-like stick to inspect it: "Girl, what are you selling today?"
Yu Zhi noticed someone had come by again and softened the chilly look she usually carried.
She walked around to stand beside Xu Zhen, flipped over the wooden sign hanging on the tricycle, and pointed at it to show him.
'Chinese pancake wraps, five yuan each.'
Xu Zhen had never tasted Chinese pancake wraps before, so he couldn't help but feel curious: "Girl, what's this?" He held up the bamboo dragonfly stick in his hand.
"That's a bamboo spatula, for spreading the batter."
"And what's this brush for?"
"Applying oil with it."
"And this then…"
Xu Zhen made sure to ask about every single tool one by one. In the end, he nodded somewhat knowingly.
Taking out his phone, he called each of his grandsons to tell them to come to the villa gates to try pancakes and bring along the two small stools he'd just bought.
Xu Zhen grinned cheerfully at Yu Zhi: "Girl, make me one first, will you?" He was quite curious about how this pancake was made.
"Alright."
Yu Zhi gave a slight nod, put on an apron, and turned on the stove.
She picked up the bamboo spatula and asked, "What flavor would you like?"
"Savory." Xu Zhen thought for a moment before adding, "And put in extra scallions for me."
On the other side.
Xu Linchuan drooped his eyelids, wearing just his pajamas, trudging lackadaisically behind Xu Fan.
He yawned: "Bro, do you think grandpa's gone a bit senile?"
First, buying a whole pile of oranges yesterday, and now, early in the morning, not even nine o'clock, calling them to eat pancakes.
"I'd advise you to pick up the pace." Xu Fan shot him a glare, stuffing one of the small stools he was holding into Xu Linchuan's hands.