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Zheng Hao, who was fast asleep, suddenly felt a chill creep down his spine. He shrank his neck and mumbled incoherently, "...Old Zhou...stop talking...I really don't understand..."

Then he turned over and fell asleep again.

Seeing Zheng Hao's carefree attitude, Zhou Yanhuai shook his head helplessly and turned to Li Xiao, "Brother Xiao, are we really just going to let him sleep here?"

Li Xiao naturally couldn't just leave Zheng Hao alone.

"Let him sleep here for a while, and I'll have someone carry him to his room later."

"OK."

Zhou Yanhua responded and walked over to take the half-empty bottle of craft beer that Zheng Hao was still clutching in his hand.

As soon as the beer bottle was removed, Zheng Hao's loosely clenched fingers instinctively made two grasping motions in the air, and he mumbled something incomprehensible from his throat. No one could understand what he said.

Seeing Zheng Hao sleeping like a log, Li Xiao withdrew his gaze and turned to walk towards the spiral staircase leading to the second floor.

"Let's go, Yanhuai, let's go upstairs and change our clothes first. Let's go soak in the tub first. If we wait for this pig to wake up, we'll probably waste all this precious time today."

……

Zheng Hao slept like a log, from 1 p.m. to 7 p.m. When he woke up, it was already completely dark outside the window.

At this moment, only a few wall lamps were lit in the room, providing a dim light source for the bedroom.

Zheng Hao rubbed his sleepy eyes and stared at the ceiling for a while before coming back to his senses.

He rolled out of bed, slipped on his slippers, and pushed open the door. The corridor was quiet, without a sound.

Zheng Hao strolled down the stairs to the living room on the first floor and found that the massage chair was empty, the half-empty bottle of craft beer that had been removed from the coffee table was still there, and there was a burnt-out cigar butt in the ashtray next to it.

"Brother Xiao? Old Zhou?"

He shouted at the top of his lungs, but no one answered.

"Did they go to a hot spring?"

Zheng Hao pushed open the glass door leading to the front yard and, sure enough, heard a faint sound of water and the conversation between Li Xiao and Zheng Hao.

When Zheng Hao arrived at the hot spring, he saw that the open-air bluestone main pool was shrouded in mist, and the waterproof ground lights on the poolside cast dappled shadows on the surrounding bamboo.

Li Xiao and Zhou Yanhuai were chatting while leaning against the warm stones by the pool.

Between the two floated a wooden tray, on which sat a wine jug of unknown origin and several kinds of sashimi.

The two chatted and drank, occasionally enjoying a piece of sashimi; they felt so comfortable, it was like being in heaven.

"Oh my god! You two were secretly enjoying yourselves without even inviting me!"

Zheng Hao's mouth watered at the smell, and after quickly tearing off his clothes, he made a spectacular Russian leap into the hot spring, splashing water two or three meters high.

Li Xiao wiped the water droplets from his face with some disgust and said irritably,

"Want me to wake you? The housekeeper had to find two waiters to carry you from the massage chair downstairs to the bed. Your snoring was so loud it even made the birds in the bamboo grove fly away. Who could wake a dead pig like you?"

Zheng Hao chuckled dryly, not feeling embarrassed at all, and instead confidently moved closer.

"Being able to eat and sleep well is a blessing!"

As he spoke, he unceremoniously reached into the floating tray, picked up a piece of bluefin tuna sashimi, and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

The rich, fatty oil melted instantly in his mouth, and the sweet taste made him give a thumbs up. "Holy crap, this fish is amazing! It melts in your mouth, a hundred times better than the one I ate at in the city with my dad last time!"

Zhou Yanhuai moved aside in disgust, wiped the water droplets off his glasses, and complained irritably.

"Did you even wash your hands before grabbing it? And you almost spilled your bathwater on my cup of rice wine."

"Old Zhou, you just live too hard a life."

Zheng Hao completely ignored Zhou Yanhuai's protest, grabbed the celadon wine pot again, filled himself a cup with yellow wine, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Ha, that feels good! Old Zhou, you don't understand. This water is rich in various minerals. Adding some in is like giving you a boost of trace elements."

Hearing this absurd logic, Zhou Yanhuai rolled his eyes in anger and retorted.

"Those are hydrogen sulfide and metasilicic acid, those damn trace elements."

Zheng Hao nonchalantly refilled his glass, then leaned against the pool wall and let out a long, extremely satisfied sigh.

"Who cares what it's good for, as long as you can drink it, that's all that matters."

As he spoke, he took a palm-sized sakura shrimp from the sashimi platter and stuffed it into his mouth.

"A bite of meat, a sip of wine—this is the life even the gods couldn't live better."

"Alright, Haozi, eat less raw and cold food, and save some room for us to have barbecue later."

Zheng Hao's eyes lit up when he heard that there would be barbecue later.

He was starving; apart from having some porridge with Zhou Yanhuai at noon, he hadn't eaten anything else all day.

His stomach was empty and he desperately needed food to fill it.

"Barbecue? You really understand me, Xiao-ge. I'm so hungry I could eat a whole cow."

Half an hour later, the charcoal fire on the viewing platform gradually died down, but the air was still filled with the unique aroma of Ningchun Tan sheep fat.

Zheng Hao slumped unceremoniously in the rattan chair, holding a cleanly gnawed lamb leg bone in his hand, burping from his fullness. "I can't take it anymore, I really can't eat anymore. This whole roasted lamb is too much. I feel like my stomach is going to explode if I take another bite."

Zhou Yanhuai handed him a wet wipe, looking at the greasy corner of his mouth with disgust.

"Based on the capacity of the human digestive system, the animal fat and high protein you just consumed are far beyond the recommended intake. I suggest you take a slow walk in the backyard for forty minutes later, otherwise the probability of acute gastroenteritis and fatty liver will increase exponentially."

"Come on, Lao Zhou, exercising right after a meal is inhumane torture!"

Zheng Hao tossed the lamb leg bone in his hand into the bone dish, sprawled out on the rattan chair, and patted his round belly contentedly.

"Enjoy life while you can, you know? Brother Xiao finally took us out to have some fun, what are the odds of anyone wanting to sit here like you? I just want to stay in this chair forever, even if the King of Heaven himself comes, he won't make me move an inch."

Li Xiao gave Zheng Hao a meaningful look. "Are you sure?"

"Huh? Not a buddy? Is there really another show coming up later?"