yready Chapter 456 - 259: Ancient Immortal Divides the Meal, Mortals Retreat
Chapter 456 - 259: Ancient Immortal Divides the Meal, Mortals Retreat
Swish...
The van came to a stop.
Stopped under the incandescent light in front of the canteen.
Madam Feng, Feng En Di, along with a group of women and children, got off the vehicle together.
Among the group of middle-aged men meeting the vehicle, Feng En Di immediately spotted his father, Feng Kaishan!
His father’s face had turned darker, his hair balder, teeth yellowed from his grinning, but he still ran up with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.
"Dad!"
"Ah, my good son, hehe."
Old Feng also had tears in his eyes, lifting his son up in an embrace.
Each of these old men met with their wives and children, reuniting under the lights and in the mountain wind. Tears were shed, and few complaints were whispered.
Strangely enough, not long ago, these children were red-faced and tearful, but upon arriving at this mine to reunite with their families, they all seemed to recover, faces regaining health, eyes becoming vivacious.
A seasoned old doctor with gray hair was amidst the crowd, he felt the pulse of two children, and nodded to Feng Kaishan beside him.
"Director, all is well now!"
Feng Kaishan, holding his son, glanced at his wife who had started crying again, chuckled, and finally raised his voice to address everyone.
"Ladies and gentlemen, children, welcome to our Red Stone Mine.
"I am the director here, Feng Kaishan. For any matters, feel free to come to me.
"Now that you’re here, who knows when you’ll be able to leave, hahaha.
"Let’s first unload the luggage and bring it into the canteen.
"Dumplings are just about to be served, and the pork is already stewed.
"The dormitories are a bit far, let’s first have a reunion meal here in the canteen, get to know each other, and then head to the dormitories afterward."
Everyone followed his instructions, picking up the luggage and heading into the canteen.
The canteen building was old, tall, large, and spacious, like a converted workshop.
But upon entering, the cold and gusts from the mountain wind were instantly shut out.
The warm glow of incandescent lights spread from above.
On several shabby tables lay plates of dumplings, steaming, emitting an enticing aroma.
Pots of stewed pork with potatoes were slightly cool, a thin layer of grease forming on the surface.
"Hehe, after a bumpy journey, everyone must be hungry, right? Please feel free to sit and eat!
"Are the kitchen staff done with their work? Come out and join us."
Everyone placed their luggage in the corners and promptly took their seats.
The children, all hungry, grabbed dumplings and started feasting.
The adults were hungry too, but were quite reserved.
"Director Feng, do we just start eating like this? No formalities, no security checks required?"
Feng Kaishan chuckled.
"No need, no need. We don’t have security checks here, not equipped for them.
"Those who brought you here have completed all security checks.
"If there were issues, you wouldn’t have reached here.
"Nothing much to say, conditions at our Red Stone Mine aren’t ideal, meals are plain with sauerkraut, potatoes, and frozen pork, no fresh vegetables, no fresh meat.
"Let’s discuss with the wives later on, arrange logistics, tidy up a bit, plant some scallions, some cilantro, haha.
"Everyone has quite a high education, let’s pull together a class and teach the children’s courses.
"Thinking about it, isn’t this considered a paradise indeed?"
Despite the simple conditions, listening to Feng Kaishan’s speech, with steaming dumplings and greasy stewed pork with potatoes, everyone felt a sudden inexplicable warmth and relaxation, breaking into smiles.
Bang!
Suddenly a sound came from a corner where the luggage was piled.
Beside the dining table, all sounds ceased, and every gaze turned in its direction.
The pile of luggage was a mixture of sizes, some metallic, some leather, some plastic, and one small, matte-finished suitcase that was obviously high-end. It was the suitcase Mo Dashan gifted to Feng En Di, from his own production.
This sound was from Feng En Di’s suitcase, which suddenly fell to the ground.
"Why did the suitcase fall?"
"This suitcase looks quite expensive."
Everyone was bewildered...
Swish... the high-end suitcase’s zipper slid open automatically, smoothly with a crisp sound.
Pop... the suitcase unfolded from within.
A tall, slender figure stood up from the suitcase.
He donned a suit and tie, gray-haired, smiling on his pale face.
It was Mo Dashan!
Holding a bag of cooked food in his hand.
"En Di’s favorite grilled chicken leg, I brought it for you."
The atmosphere in the canteen turned peculiar.
How could the small suitcase possibly contain this grown man?
Moreover, hadn’t the Secret Brain Office checked the luggage?
Was it High Tier Immortal Technique that bypassed their inspection?
An array?
Or an Immortal Artifact?
Mo Dashan chuckled.
"No need to be surprised.
"Old Feng’s workplace has always been kept a secret from me.
"I too have some things kept secret from Old Feng.
"For example... I’m not just the chairman and chief expert of Dashan Materials, but also Sequence Seven of the Immortal Artifact Path, the Sword Holder."
Feng Kaishan’s eyes lost focus, his dark oily face stiffened.
Finished!
All finished!
...
Cold wind blew in from the night.
On the canteen’s roof, two foxes, clad in white vine armor, peered down through gaps in the tiles.
They were Star Belly and Black Gloves.
Quietly they gazed wide-eyed, sneaking looks at the dumplings in the canteen, at the stewed pork with potatoes... those dumplings were huge, and the pork with potatoes was stewed to a mushy consistency!
The two exchanged glances... they had clearly just had breakfast, but now felt a bit hungry again.