Above the Galaxy
Chapter 342 - 224: Listening to the Wind While Appreciating the Snow, New Year’s Eve Murder!_2

Chapter 342: Chapter 224: Listening to the Wind While Appreciating the Snow, New Year’s Eve Murder!_2

Anyway, they did not have much choice regarding what meat filled their buns.

Due to the existence of Tang Fei, a hunting master, their family was already considered wealthy in the Henshan Region.

Many families, unable to hunt their own game, would wrap some wild vegetables or mountain chicken eggs, and even the most struggling families wanted to improve their children’s meals during the festival.

Shouldn’t people have some hope?

They needed to look forward to a better new year.

"We’ll have a chance to meet," Tang Fei said reassuringly. "Perhaps we’ll meet quite soon."

"Really?" Little Fatty asked eagerly.

"When have I ever lied to you?" Tang Fei said with a smile.

As he said this, he felt slightly guilty...

He had deceived Little Fatty quite a few times.

"Hmm," Little Fatty nodded seriously and said, "Big brother has never lied to me, always keeps his word."

At that moment, Tang Fei felt a cool breeze on his forehead.

He stretched out his palm, and a snowflake fell into it.

"It’s snowing," Tang Fei said.

"Oh, it’s snowing..." Little Fatty realized belatedly, exclaiming with joy.

He liked snow, especially during the Spring Festival.

Without this snowfall, the festival would feel incomplete.

Tang Fei brought a plate of dumplings to the guest room and asked Bai Wuxin, who was lying in bed, "How are you feeling now?"

"Much better," Bai Wuxin looked at Tang Fei, his voice hoarse, "Thank you...."

He knew Tang Fei had stayed up all night, even changing his bandages around four or five in the morning, and he had heard him training outside very early...

He was so diligent and hardworking, perhaps driven by the same burning desire for revenge?

This guy was more reliable than he had imagined.

"What are you thanking me for? Didn’t we agree that you owe me two lives?" Tang Fei said teasingly but extended the dumplings to him, "It’s New Year’s Eve; I’ve made dumplings and brought a plate for you... Can you eat by yourself?"

Bai Wuxin looked at his arms wrapped in bandages and said, "I’m afraid not...."

Tang Fei also felt awkward, saying, "I can’t really feed you, can I? Two grown men... It feels a bit awkward."

"No need," Bai Wuxin also rejected Tang Fei’s offer to hand-feed him, imagining the scenario made him feel physically uncomfortable, and said, "I’m not hungry."

No sooner had he spoken than his stomach growled loudly.

How could he possibly not be hungry?

Killing was physically demanding; he had killed dozens of people to break out of an encirclement and had been chased by special agents from the Surveillance Department until he fell into this yard where Tang Fei rescued him.

He hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon, and due to his serious injuries, he couldn’t eat last night; exhausted in both body and spirit, he was extremely hungry.

But he was too reserved and cool-tempered to ask Tang Fei for food directly.

Except for sugar-roasted chestnuts, those were requested for the children at the orphanage.

"How about this...," Tang Fei had a sudden idea and said, "I’ll use the Qi Manipulation Skill to bring the dumplings to your mouth, then you just open your mouth and swallow... Does that work?"

Bai Wuxin considered it, realizing this was the best option.

He nodded and said, "Okay."

Then, Tang Fei placed the plate of dumplings on the bedside table, used the Qi Manipulation Skill to maneuver the chopsticks, and delivered a dumpling to Bai Wuxin’s mouth.

Bai Wuxin opened his mouth, swallowed the dumpling, and started to chew.

When Bai Wuxin finished chewing, Tang Fei picked up another dumpling and brought it to his mouth...

As long as the will is there, solutions outnumber difficulties.

Tang Fei could be deemed the champion of using Qi Manipulation Skill to feed dumplings.

Bai Wuxin was the first to experience being fed dumplings with the Qi Manipulation Skill.

Soon, the plate of dumplings was empted.

"Do you want more?" Tang Fei asked.

"No, I’m good," Bai Wuxin said.

He could indeed eat a bit more, but he could also skip it, so he chose not to.

After all, this was not exactly a conventional way of eating.

Tang Fei noticed some grease near Bai Wuxin’s mouth and used the chopsticks to grab a napkin, haphazardly wiping it off...

That felt better!

Tang Fei collected the dishes and took them to the kitchen, handed them over to a cleaning robot for cleanup, then returned to his own room.

He retrieved a specialized cell phone from a hidden spot, entered a long unlocking code, and dialed an old man’s number.

"Why are you calling at this time?" the old man asked nervously, knowing that Tang Fei would not contact him lightly; since he had called, it must be something important to discuss, "It’s not just to wish me a Happy New Year, is it?"

"Do you know Bai Wuxin?" Tang Fei asked directly.

"How do you know him?" the old man asked in surprise, "Have you two met?"

"He’s injured, here with me," Tang Fei said.

"How severe is it?"

"I’ve already treated him, just fed him a plate of dumplings," Tang Fei said.

"Who was it chasing him?"

"I’m not sure," Tang Fei said, "But it shouldn’t be hard to guess."

"Hmm, I can’t afford to show myself right now. If I appear, it might push you into even more danger," the old man said solemnly, his tone very serious, "Tang Fei, promise me one thing."

"What?" Tang Fei asked.

The old man rarely called him by his name, mostly referring to him as ’brat’ or ’damned guy.’