My attempt to show off during Chinese New Year shocked the entire nation.

Thinking of this, Li Feng yawned. He was indeed tired after a long day.

I had only closed my eyes for two minutes when my phone rang.

Li Feng fumbled to pick it up, and the screen lit up. It was a message from Lin Weiwei, with an attached document.

He clicked on it and saw that it was a business plan made by Lin Weiwei to expand the car rental business.

Li Feng sat up, leaned against the headboard, and swiped his fingers across the screen to quickly browse through the information.

The plan is well-organized and written in a professional manner, showing that a lot of thought and effort has been put into it.

He felt a sense of satisfaction, tapped his fingers on the screen, and replied, "The proposal is well done, and the ideas are very clear."

However, we can discuss the specific details when we meet at the store tomorrow afternoon.

Lin Weiwei replied within seconds of sending the message, "Okay, Mr. Li."

Li Feng put down his phone and lay back down.

Thinking about the cannery and the car rental company's expansion plan, a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.

Although there are many things to do, this feeling of fulfillment is quite reassuring.

He soon fell into a deep sleep.

When Li Feng opened his eyes again, the sunlight outside the window was already shining into the room through the gap in the curtains.

Li Feng glanced at the time on the Rolex watch on the bedside table; it was nine in the morning.

He stretched and quickly went through today's schedule in his mind.

In the morning, I went to the cannery to get a feel for the situation. In the afternoon, I talked with Lin Weiwei about expanding the car rental business. In the evening, I had to go to the Qingjiang Hotel to attend my high school reunion.

One by one, the items were arranged in a very full manner.

Li Feng didn't dare to delay. He quickly threw off the covers, grabbed the clothes placed by the bed, and put them on in a few quick movements, showing a nimble and efficient style.

As I opened the door, the sound of chopping wood echoed from the courtyard.

Grandpa was squatting beside the woodpile, holding an axe in his hand, chopping at the firewood on the stump, his white hair gleaming silver in the sunlight.

Judging from this, the parents must have already gone to work.

Hearing the noise behind him, the old man stopped what he was doing, straightened up, turned around, and immediately put on a smile.

"Xiaofeng, you're awake? Are you hungry? What do you want to eat for breakfast? Grandpa will make you some noodles or..."

"No need, Grandpa," Li Feng walked over and helped gather the chopped firewood together. "I have to go out now, I'll just grab something to eat on the way."

"That won't do!" The old man put the axe aside and frowned.

"The food from those roadside stalls is too oily and salty; it's neither healthy nor hygienic. Wait a moment, I'll fry you two eggs and heat up a cup of milk. It'll be ready in a few minutes. Eat before you go."

As he spoke, he walked toward the kitchen, his steps somewhat unsteady, yet revealing an unyielding stubbornness.

Looking at his grandfather's retreating figure, Li Feng felt a warm glow in his heart and couldn't refuse any longer, so he replied, "Then... I'll have to trouble you, Grandpa."

"Don't be so polite with Grandpa." The old man waved his hand without turning his head, and soon the sound of a fire being started came from the kitchen.

Standing in the courtyard, Li Feng looked at the neat stacks of firewood under the sunlight and listened to the sounds coming from the kitchen, feeling very at ease.

This is probably the taste of home. No matter how far you go, your family will always be thinking about whether you've eaten well.

A few minutes later, Grandpa came into the living room carrying a white porcelain bowl.

Two golden fried eggs rest in the bowl, with a carton of warm milk beside them.

"Eat quickly, it's still warm." Grandpa put the bowl on the coffee table, his eyes full of urging.

Li Feng picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of the fried egg, and found it crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a faint caramelized aroma—just like the taste from his childhood.

He finished his meal in a few bites, then drank all the milk, wiped his mouth, and said, "Grandpa, what you make tastes much better than what you get outside."

The old man smiled so hard his eyes narrowed into slits: "Delicious? Then Grandpa will make it for you every day."

Li Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he nodded emphatically: "Yes."

He tidied up the dishes and put them in the kitchen, then helped his grandfather stack the chopped firewood more neatly before picking up his coat and heading outside.

"Grandpa, I'm leaving. I won't be back for lunch."

"Go on, go on, be careful." Grandpa stood at the door and gave instructions until Li Feng's car turned out of the alley before slowly turning around and going home.

As the BMW X5 drove along the village road, and they were about to reach the village entrance, Li Feng subconsciously eased off the accelerator and reduced the speed.

He knew all too well the "intelligence station" under the old locust tree at the village entrance.

A group of elderly men and women often gather there, sitting on small stools, basking in the sun and chatting. Any news in the village will spread from there to every household within half a day.

Li Feng was driving such an eye-catching car, afraid that someone might suddenly jump out when he passed by.

But as the car slowly drove past the stone archway at the village entrance, Li Feng paused for a moment.

The old locust tree, which was usually bustling with activity, was now deserted, without even a small stool in sight.

He looked up at the sky through the car window. The sky was a clear blue, and the warm sunshine was shining down. It was the perfect weather for people to gather and chat.

"That's strange," Li Feng muttered to himself, "The weather's nice today, so why is nobody at the intelligence station?"

He slowed down and scanned the surroundings carefully again, noticing that even the entrances to the nearby convenience stores were deserted.

Could it be some kind of group activity?

Or is everyone busy at home preparing for the New Year?

Li Feng was puzzled, but he gently pressed the accelerator, and the car slowly drove away from the village entrance, heading towards the cannery.

Only after the car disappeared completely at the end of the road did a few heads peek out from behind the dense foliage of the old locust tree; they were the elderly men and women who usually gathered at the village entrance.

"Let's go, let's go," Aunt Wang was the first to straighten up, patting the dust off her pants. "I told you he looked like he was in a hurry today, he must have something on his mind, he definitely wouldn't stop."

Aunt Li squinted at the direction where the car disappeared, and clicked her tongue: "That car is really handsome. It looks very impressive, even more impressive than the town secretary's car."

Grandpa Zhang, standing nearby, waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "Don't speak ill of Li Feng. I think he's a completely different person. Before, when he came back to the village, he was very polite to everyone he met, unlike his quiet and reserved self before."

"Yes, yes, yes," another aunt quickly chimed in, a look of astonishment on her face. "This kid's got a sharp tongue now. All of us combined probably wouldn't be a match for him. Let's not make a fool of ourselves."

Aunt Wang smiled and moved her small stool closer to the tree.

"Who said I wanted to argue with him? I was thinking that now that he's successful, maybe he can help out the young people in the village. Look at those other young men in our village, it's not easy for them working outside..."

The group nodded in agreement, and the conversation gradually turned to trivial matters in the village.