147: The increasingly heavy burden, the role of red plum blossoms

With a hint of anticipation for the plum blossom, he ambled over to the little donkey.

Only when he got closer did Yang Dian realize that after the chaotic battle, not only was the car significantly damaged, but the little donkey he had ridden out of the bureau was also a battle-damaged version, riddled with dents.

He lifted the little donkey and twisted the handle.

Hey, guess what?

The motor hummed, but the wheels didn't move.

"It's completely useless now."

He set the little donkey, whose kickstand was broken, back on the ground, then turned around and tilted his head in thought.

"I feel like I forgot something."

Before he could ponder it further, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

"Hello? Is this Ele.me?"

He answered the call, and a soft, sweet little girl's voice came through the phone:

"Why hasn't Baby's takeout arrived yet?"

"Baby just asked Grandma, and Grandma said the delivery uncle is saving the world, and when he's done saving the world, he'll come save Baby's tummy."

"Uncle, have you saved the world yet?"

"Baby's tummy is rumbling like thunder."

Looking back at Combat Team Five, who had already started finishing off the big black rats, Yang Dian thought her grandma wasn't wrong after all.

He crouched down and opened the takeout box, which had several large holes front and back, but the food inside was surprisingly intact.

Switching back to Ele.me navigation, Yang Dian grabbed the takeout and ran towards the little girl's house:

"Uncle has already saved the world; now he's going to save Baby's tummy."

As soon as he spoke, Yang Dian, who was running, subconsciously widened his eyes again.

'Wait, when did I implicitly accept the title 'uncle'?'

...Uncle Yang ultimately couldn't deliver the takeout on time.

In fact, by the time he delivered it, the takeout was already cold.

Fortunately, the little girl and her grandma didn't blame him.

When the kind-faced old grandma opened the door and saw Yang Dian, drenched in sweat and covered in dirt, she was momentarily stunned.

Of course, she wasn't disgusted; instead, she showed a look of concern.

After receiving the takeout, she called out to Yang Dian, who was about to leave, and handed him two tissues and a bottle of water:

"You can never earn enough money; rest when you're tired."

"Your health is more important than money."

Yang Dian looked at the tissues and mineral water in his hand, opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, he just nodded:

"Mm."

He responded and turned to leave.

But after only two steps, he heard a clear childish voice from behind him:

"Goodbye, Older Brother."

Looking back at the little girl with pigtails, hiding behind the elder and waving at him, Yang Dian smiled from the bottom of his heart:

"Why aren't you calling me Uncle this time?"

"Older Brother is the same age as my older brother, so of course, I should call you Older Brother."

Yang Dian's gaze softened further:

"This little one is truly adorable."

"Goodbye."

He waved and walked out of the somewhat old neighborhood.

Looking back at the bustling entrance of the neighborhood, a scene of peaceful years, Yang Dian couldn't help but tap his shoulder.

"Why does this burden on my shoulder feel heavier and heavier?"

"But it feels pretty good."

...Twenty minutes later, Yang—the future deputy director—who was about to shoulder half of Fuzhou's anomalous events, returned to his loyal bedroom.

He had just taken a change of clothes from the wardrobe, preparing to take a shower, when Yang Lele opened the door and poked her head in:

"Brother, why were you still delivering takeout?"

He walked to the door, reached out, and flicked his Silly Younger Sister's head, then poked the Little Black Cat in her arms, which was panting with its tongue out and looking disoriented.

"Delivering takeout was for a mission."

"Also, didn't I say to let Xiao Heizi lick catnip less? Why did you let it lick again?"

"I only let it lick once!"

After arguing, Yang Lele pulled out her phone again and pointed at the screen, asking:

"So, is the person in this video really you?"

His gaze fell on the phone screen.

The screen was playing the combat footage: him elbowing Clayton to send him flying out of the building, then stomping the Wuling Hongguang 'fathead fish' into a flower bed, and finally, condensing his Qi and blood into Dragon scales and Dragon claws, punching Clayton into an unknown state of life or death?

However, the person filming seemed very nervous, and the entire footage was constantly shaking.

Plus, Yang Dian was wearing a mask at the time, so unless someone was very familiar with him, they really wouldn't recognize him in the video.

"It's me."

"The video spread that fast?"

He glanced at the nearly one million likes and then raised an eyebrow:

"This has gone viral?"

Yang Lele didn't speak; she just hugged the Little Black Cat and giggled foolishly.

"What are you giggling about?"

"Mind your own business!" Yang Lele gave Yang Dian a glare and then trotted back to her room.

Listening to the constant dinging sounds from her phone, she was probably bickering with someone.

"Bang bang bang." Yang Dian, knocking on Yang Lele's door, was a bit helpless:

"Don't always play on your phone; at least finish your summer homework first, okay?"

"If you keep giving me trouble like this, next time your homeroom teacher calls a parent, I won't go, alright?"

"Got it, Zhong Deng, I'm almost done with my homework!"

"After finishing homework, I'll go practice martial arts!"

Yang Lele opened the door.

But this time, she didn't talk back to Yang Dian; she just put on her dinosaur pajama hood and blinked at Yang Dian:

"Then, if I practice martial arts diligently, can I also grow Dragon scales and Dragon claws on my hands like you?"

Yang Dian looked into her eyes and said solemnly:

"Yes, you can."

"Then, Brother, can you cover your whole body with scales and also turn your head into a dinosaur head?"

Yang Dian and Yang Lele stared at each other, and finally, he decided not to lie to her:

"I don't know; maybe you can, maybe you can't."

"But what I can't do doesn't mean you can't."

"If you want to know the result, try it yourself."

Yang Lele blinked her eyes and ran downstairs like a flash.

"Brother, I'm going to practice martial arts."

Soon, the front yard became a chaotic mess.

"Big Old Black! Little Yellow! Little Yellow!"

"Don't run!"

"Stand still!"

"I'll teach you how to train!"

Yang Dian raised a hand and slapped his forehead:

"I always feel like this Younger Sister is missing a screw in her head..."

...After taking a shower, he returned to the bedroom.

Opening the suitcase and seeing the nine glass bottles neatly arranged inside, Yang Dian's eyes revealed feelings of satisfaction and happiness again.

Nine large bottles of heaven and earth treasures that make you stronger when consumed, who wouldn't be captivated by that?

The thrill of having one's life essence sublimated, isn't that much more satisfying than romance?

"Of course, occasional foot washes, massages, and relaxation are also essential."

He mumbled, then first went downstairs to put his confidential phone on charge in the living room, then returned to the bedroom and unscrewed the cap of a glass bottle.

As the alluring plum blossom scent spread through the room, Yang Dian's mouth began to uncontrollably salivate.

He was truly craving it!

"By the way, I still haven't consumed a drop of earth core milk; should I eat the earth core milk first?"

"Never mind, the bottle is already open, so I'll taste a plum blossom first..."

He took out a red plum blossom and put it in his mouth.

The saliva that had already filled his mouth instantly coated the plum blossom, turning it into a jade-like liquid that he swallowed.

The moment the jade-like liquid from the plum blossom reached his stomach, Yang Dian felt a slight tingling sensation in his finger bones, elbows, shoulders, and knees—the ones that had been fractured from forcibly excavating the radiated Crystal Mine, and had mostly healed after treatment, only occasionally experiencing some pain.

His remaining injuries were rapidly recovering.