The ex-wife of a former CEO regrets resigning to raise her child and retire from public life.

Chapter 112 Revisiting the Suburban Market

By this time, Su Chen and Xing Ruo had cleaned the shop spotless.

The tables and chairs were neatly arranged, and although the rich aroma of braised pork sauce had not yet dissipated, the air already had a touch of coolness from the freshly mopped floor.

Su Chen was squatting behind the counter sharpening Mengmeng's pencil when he saw Chen Feng come in. He immediately stood up and rushed over to greet him.

"Brother Chen, have you found out whose bag it is?"

Xingruo leaned the broom against the wall and approached with some concern:

"Yes, sir, if it's for the neighbors, let's deliver it to them right away."

"With so many forms, what if someone lost some important document? They'll be worried this afternoon."

At this moment, Mengmeng peeked half her head out from behind the counter, her little hands gripping the edge, blinking her big eyes and nodding in agreement:

"Daddy, bring the bag! Mengmeng can help her brother carry it!"

Chen Feng grabbed a towel from the side and wiped the sweat from his forehead, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes.

"It's the owner of 'Old Liu's Noodle Shop' in the middle of the old street." Chen Feng hung up the towel, his voice low and steady.

"Old Liu's Noodle Shop?" Su Chen was taken aback, his brows furrowing tightly.

He tilted his head and thought for a long time, gesturing with his hands in front of him.

"Oh... I remember now! It's about two hundred meters from the alley entrance, that noodle shop with a tattered plastic sign and a dark interior?"

But I remember passing by these past few days, and there weren't many people inside.

"Yes, that's the one." Xingruo also searched her memory for that vague impression.

"I remember when I passed by, that uncle was always sitting at the door picking scallions. He looked like a very kind person."

So his name is Liu Cheng...

Su Chen slapped his thigh, hugged the cloth bag to his chest, and turned to walk towards the front door:

"That's great. Since we're neighbors on the same street and live so close, I'll deliver it to him right now."

He ate lunch here, and I bet he'll be worried when he finds his bag missing. I'll go right now.

"stop."

Chen Feng suddenly spoke seriously.

Su Chen's toes had just touched the threshold of the door when he heard this, and he turned his head in confusion:

"What's wrong, Brother Chen? Aren't you in a hurry to pay it back?"

This person urgently needs money when looking at the bill. What if this bag contains something he might need that afternoon—a lifesaver?

Xingruo looked at Chen Feng with some confusion.

In her memory, although her master usually seemed cold, he was actually very warm-hearted. What was he planning to do?

"At this point, even if you return the bag, it won't solve his problem."

Chen Feng walked behind the counter and took the car keys hanging on the small wooden shelf.

"Su Chen, take your bag." Chen Feng turned to the side and glanced at the group of people who were still somewhat dazed. "Xing Ruo, Meng Meng, you two come with me too."

Su Chen blinked, her mind full of questions, but she still obediently took her bag and followed along.

"Brother Chen, where are we going? To the hospital to pay his bills? But we don't even know which ward he's in." Su Chen jogged after Chen Feng, asking as they walked.

Xingruo followed behind, somewhat puzzled: "Master, do you know a doctor who can cure this disease?"

Chen Feng did not give a direct answer.

He reached out and pushed open the door, the blazing midday sun shining down on him.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the empty streets and alleys, his voice revealing little emotion.

"You'll see when we get there. Get in the car!"

The black sedan quickly disappeared at the end of the old street, carrying the four people and speeding towards the outskirts of the city.

Half an hour later, when the bread truck stopped again, Su Chen and Xing Ruo were completely dumbfounded by the scene before them.

This isn't a hospital, nor is it a famous doctor's private clinic. It's a place they just visited early this morning—a suburban wholesale market.

The wholesale market was still noisy at noon. Although it lacked the vigorous crowds of the morning, trucks of all sizes were still shuttling back and forth, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of soil and the fishy smell of seafood.

"Brother Chen... what are you doing..." Su Chen opened the car door and got out, looking at the large sign that read "Meat Wholesale Area" not far away, completely bewildered.

"How did we end up here again? Didn't we sell out all 100 servings of braised pork at noon today?"

"If we buy goods now, are we supposed to open for business this afternoon?"

Xingruo stood to the side, her face also filled with disbelief.

"Master, doesn't your shop only make a limited number of one hundred servings per day? You won't make even one more?" Xingruo reminded him softly.

"If we reopen in the afternoon, our bodies won't be able to handle it, and we definitely won't have enough rice in the store."

Mengmeng tugged at Chen Feng's clothes, raised her little face, and her big eyes were full of curiosity:

"Daddy, are we buying big pieces of meat again? Can Mengmeng have an extra piece today?"

Chen Feng didn't explain. He strode to the trunk of the van, pulled out two huge, clean woven bags, slung them over his shoulders, and turned to wave at Su Chen and Xing Ruo.

"Stop talking nonsense and follow me. Su Chen, when we get there later, help me carry these things."

Chen Feng strode towards the large pork stall he had visited that morning, his destination clear as day.

It was a little past one in the afternoon, and the butcher was dozing off in a rattan chair, his boning knife casually tossed on the cutting board.

Upon opening his eyes and seeing Chen Feng's cold and stern face, the boss was so frightened that he almost fell off his rattan chair.

"Oh my! Mr. Chen!" The butcher rubbed his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

"Why did you come at this hour? Did you run out of pork belly this morning? It's midday, and we don't have any of that fresh, high-quality stuff left."

"Do you still have a whole rack of pork belly? I want it with a good mix of fat and lean meat. Keep the ribs, and slice the meat off for me." Chen Feng tapped the edge of the cutting board with his hand, his tone confident.

"Yes, we do. Half a pig, just pulled out of the cold storage. We were planning to save it to be butchered and sold tomorrow morning." The shopkeeper looked at Chen Feng with some suspicion.

"Boss Chen, have you received a big order? So much meat at midday, it's going to be hard to marinate it properly."

"I'll take them all. Help me load them into the car." Chen Feng didn't waste any words and immediately took out his phone.

"Su Chen, go to that dry goods store next door and buy the dark soy sauce and rock sugar we sold this morning again."

Su Chen stood in front of the meat stall, watching the owner huff and puff as he carried a half-portion of pork, weighing dozens of kilograms, into a woven bag. He felt a little confused.

"Brother Chen, what are you trying to do?" Su Chen asked anxiously as he walked towards the dry goods store.

"Buying such a huge pig, and a whole case of dark soy sauce... how much braised pork belly can that make? Our little shop can't even fit all that stuff in its pots!"

Standing behind, Xingruo watched Chen Feng and the boss work together to throw the heavy bag of meat into the trunk of the bread truck. An absurd conjecture began to emerge in her mind.

She stepped forward, tugged at Chen Feng's sleeve, and whispered, "Master... did you buy so many things because of that Uncle Liu's blue cloth bag?"