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Chapter 1260 - 870 Second Update

Chapter 1260: 870 Second Update

"Vroom..."

The booming roar could be heard even from upstairs.

Pan Hui, who was tidying up the kitchen, paused for a moment before shaking her head with a laugh.

A few minutes later.

The door opened.

"Every time there’s such a racket, can’t you go to an auto repair shop and get that sound toned down?"

In the entire courtyard, although quite a few families had managed to move past the shadow of unemployment—Fu Zili being a typical example—there was only one household driving a Maserati.

"This kind of roar is factory-installed; how can you change it?"

Fang Qing shut the door and quickly noticed the pile of gifts sitting on the table.

"Maotai? Is it real?"

"You little rascal, who gifts fake goods while giving presents?"

"You never know; there are plenty of fake Maotai bottles out there on the market."

Fang Qing walked closer, picked up the bottle for examination, but of course—there’s specialization in every field—even if she had literary knowledge in spades, she couldn’t tell whether it was genuine or not.

"Who gave it?"

She curiously asked her mother.

Giving Maotai as a gift was quite rare in their social stratum.

Pan Hui didn’t reply and instead asked, "Come on, tell me, how did it go?"

Fang Qing set the bottle down.

"There’s probably not much hope."

Pan Hui seemed to have expected this, glaring at her daughter, "If you don’t want to go, you can just say so directly."

Fang Qing, just back from her "interview," looked aggrieved, "Mom, you asked me to go, so I went. What more do you want from me?"

Ever since she returned before Chinese New Year, she’d been back for quite a while, so her parents had been brainstorming ways to find her a temporary job in Sha City.

The salary and benefits weren’t all that important—the key was to allow the family to be together.

With Fang Qing’s education and capabilities, after asking around, many people were more than willing to offer introductions.

Of course, Fang Qing couldn’t resist her mother’s persistent efforts.

"You went, sure, but it was just a shell of yourself that showed up."

Fang Qing was taken aback but soon chuckled, "Mom, what do you mean by that?"

"If you were truly sincere, would you have driven a car to the interview?"

"What does driving a car have to do with it?"

Fang Qing looked bewildered.

"Driving that kind of car—how could people have the confidence to hire you?"

Despite being just a simple housewife, Pan Hui was quite wise; otherwise, she probably wouldn’t have been able to raise a daughter like Fang Qing.

Fang Qing was rendered speechless.

Indeed.

In a small city like Sha City, driving a Maserati was a big deal.

"I parked the car in the underground garage when I went; they didn’t even see what I was driving."

Pan Hui ignored her attempts to argue, "Even though salaries in Sha City might not be as high, living with your parents isn’t a bad thing."

As a traditional Shenzhou mother, her views were still relatively conservative. While she felt proud of her daughter, Pan Hui genuinely believed that girls didn’t need to push themselves too hard.

More importantly—

As a parent, if they had the option, who wouldn’t want their children to stay close?

"Mom, aren’t I with you now?"

Fang Qing certainly understood her mother’s sentiments, holding her hand tightly.

"You’re here now, sure—but who knows when you might fly away again."

Pan Hui sighed.

Fang Qing smiled softly, about to say something, but Pan Hui patted her hand. "Go find your dad."

"Where’s Dad?"

Fang Qing was about to ask.

"Your dad said he wanted to add something to dinner tonight, so he went fishing. He’s probably by the city wall—the spot where he often took you as a kid."

"Is he alone?"

"He wouldn’t have the patience if he went alone."

Pan Hui gestured toward the Maotai on the table.

Fang Qing suddenly understood, but she couldn’t help asking again, "Who’s he with?"

"Won’t you know when you get there?"

Pan Hui still wouldn’t say, teasing her with mystery.

Fang Qing smiled helplessly and stopped pressing her.

"Alright, I’ll go check."

"Go on."

Fang Qing stepped out, opting not to drive this time. After all, the city gate was just a few minutes’ walk away, and her father’s fishing spot was one cars couldn’t access anyway.

As the Fang Family’s young lady, she was now practically treated like a celebrity in the courtyard, basking in stardom. Walking down the street outside the courtyard, every person she passed couldn’t help but glance her way.

Exiting through the city gate’s archway, the grassy area alongside the moat that had served as a childhood playground had changed drastically.

During her younger days, the summers would see adults spreading straw mats to sit and enjoy the cooler air, filling the grass completely.

Children would rock baskets or chase each other around.

Back then, every summer night under the star-filled sky was lively with voices, laughter, and merriment.

Sadly, now, in the name of developing tourism, the area around the city wall had gone through drastic renovations. The grass was replaced with various floral arrangements and greenery, making it impossible to spread mats and enjoy the evening breeze anymore.

Of course.

With one generation growing old and another growing up, fewer and fewer people remained in the ancient town. Most young people left for big cities to pursue their dreams, and the bustling scenes of the past were doomed to become mere memories.

Fang Qing walked along the outer perimeter of the city wall, stepping carefully on the stone-paved path toward the north gate.

"Ring, ring, ring..."

Every now and then, tourist bicycles would pass by, their bells chiming to remind pedestrians to make way.

After walking for about eight or nine hundred meters, Fang Qing caught sight of her father amidst a patch of reeds.

But it wasn’t just her father she saw.

Another familiar face stood beside him.

"With skills like yours, you’ll probably never catch a fish in this lifetime."

The two weren’t even fishing.

Fang Weiguo grumbled as he sat on a stool, fussing with a tangled fishing line while his rod lay on the ground. It appeared the fishing line had gotten snagged.

"Uncle Fang, I followed your exact instructions, didn’t I?"

The apparent culprit behind the tangled fishing line defended himself in a low voice.

"Did I teach you to cast like that? You hung out watching me and your dad fish as a kid, didn’t you pick up anything at all?"

"Uncle Fang, I was just a little kid in elementary school back then. How could I remember?"

The young man protested with logic and reason.

Arriving quietly, Fang Qing watched the two men—one older, one younger—banter, her lips curving into a faint smile.

"Uncle Fang, let me handle this."

"No, I’ll do it myself."

Fang Weiguo refused immediately, likely afraid that the boy might make the mess worse.

"Uncle Fang, trust me..."

The young man was eager to help.

"You better take a break."

Fang Weiguo refused again.

"Caught anything yet?"

As the two continued their back-and-forth, Fang Qing approached.

Fang Weiguo turned his head, saw his daughter, and immediately started complaining, "Ah, don’t even mention it! I was fishing perfectly fine until this kid begged me to teach him, and look where it got me—a tangled line!"

"Uncle Fang, that’s hardly fair; you insisted on teaching me!"

The boy protested at once, each holding their ground.

"Dad, with your fishing skills, you really shouldn’t be leading anyone astray. Hasn’t that rod been sitting at home unused for over ten years?"

Fang Qing delivered an impartial and objective comment.

"You rascal, siding with outsiders now?"

Fang Weiguo chuckled helplessly.

"Uncle Fang, Fang Qing’s professional background requires her to be truthful."

Before the boy could revel, Fang Qing’s gaze landed squarely on him.

"Fishing isn’t something just anyone can take up—you might never manage it in this lifetime."

Jiang Chen was flustered.

"Haha."

Fang Weiguo burst into hearty laughter.