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Chapter 88

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"Daddy."

When the Bao'er woke up from her afternoon nap, she opened her eyes and saw Zuo Yi sitting by the bed.

"Yes."

Zuo Yi put aside the laptop he was playing on and said with a smile, "Baby, you're awake."

The little girl yawned lazily and stretched out her hands to Zuo Yi. "Daddy, hug."

Zuo Yi smiled and picked her up. He put her on the edge of the bed and asked, "Where do you want to go in the afternoon?"

During this time, Zuo Yi went to the martial arts center in the morning to instruct Sun Qiang and Wang Jiaojiao. In the afternoon, he stayed at home with the Bao'er. But in a few days, a large number of new students would come. At that time, he would not be so leisurely.

So he had to cherish the time in front of him.

"Yes …"

The little girl tilted her head and thought hard. Then she said, "Daddy, I want to pick wild vegetables."

Picking wild vegetables was quite fun, and the vegetables he picked were also quite delicious.

Then let's do it again.

"Okay."

Zuo Yi reached out and tapped her little nose. He said, "Let's go pick wild vegetables and get some snails. What do you think?"

"Snails?"

The Bao'er was surprised. "Are you talking about snails in the river? I've seen them in books. "

"Something like that."

Zuo Yi explained, "We're looking for snails that grow in the river."

The Bao'er clapped her hands. "Okay, okay."

Teck crawled out from under the bed and barked. Pipi flew around and shouted, "Snails, snails!"

These two guys were the most excited every time they went out to play.

So Zuo Yi took the Bao'er, Teck, Pipi, a bamboo basket, a small bucket, and a straw hat.

These items were all left behind. Although they had a long history, they could still be used.

The last time Zuo Yi tidied up the basement, he cleaned up a lot of garbage, but many things were left behind.

Even if the things left behind were worthless.

Because these things carried countless beautiful memories of the past.

Now, he wanted to share it with Bao'er.

It was still that small path in the wilderness, and it was still that gurgling brook.

Zuo Yi and the little girl first gathered a basket of fresh and tender wild amaranth. Then he rolled up his trousers, took off his shoes, and carried a small bucket into the cool stream.

The afternoon sun shone on the stream, forming thousands of golden scales that meandered downwards like an overflowing golden belt.

Zuo Yi bent down and reached into the water. As he shattered the golden scales, he turned his head to look at the little girl.

The Bao'er did not dare to go into the water. She was squatting by the stream with Teck, looking curiously at her father touching the snails.

She was wearing an embroidered straw hat.

This was the straw hat that Zuo Qingyun had once used.

Back then, Zuo Qingyun had also worn a straw hat, rolled up her skirt, and squatted by the stream, smiling as she watched Zuo Yi play in the stream.

Time flew by, and the past was only left to be remembered!

Gazing at the Bao'er's innocent face, Zuo Yi smiled slightly, and his hands began to feel around the stones in the water.

Crackle!

He took out the stream snails and threw them into the small bucket, making crisp sounds as they hit the bottom of the bucket.

The Bao'er could not help but stretch her neck and ask, "Father, did you catch a lot of snails?"

"No rush."

Zuo Yi smiled and said, "Let Father catch more. I'll fry them for you tonight."

The stream snails he found were different from ordinary ones. They had a conical shell and were black. They only grew in clean and unpolluted mountain streams and did not have any earthy smell. They tasted much better than ordinary snails.

When he was young, Zuo Yi had found stream snails in this stream, and then Zuo Qingyun would bring them home and fry them with zisu for him to eat.

He still could not forget that smell!

There was no need to buy the zisu. There were some growing nearby, and a few would be enough.

Why would Zuo Yi rather die of poverty than sell this land? It was not only because this was Zuo Qingyun's resting place, but also because there were too many memories of him and his mother.

Now, he had to add the memories of the little girl.

Zuo Yi hoped that when the Bao'er grew up in the future, she could come back here at any time and experience the joy and happiness of this moment again!

"Look."

Because he had not caught any for a long time, there were a lot of stream snails in this stream. In a short while, Zuo Yi had caught a lot of them and handed the bucket to the Bao'er to see how fresh they were.

"Wow!"

The little girl held the bucket with both hands. Looking at the stream snails at the bottom of the bucket, she could not help but exclaim in surprise.

"Father is so awesome!"

Woof!

Teck came over with its butt bouncing. It laid its front paws on the mouth of the bucket and stretched its head to look inside. Woof also wants to see.

But it was soon disappointed. Aiya, what's there to see? There's no steak!

Zuo Yi continued to touch the snails, and suddenly his expression changed.

With the sound of water splashing, he fished out a slender stream fish and threw it into the bucket.

"Aiya!"

The Bao'er was startled and almost dropped the bucket.

"Ah!"

The next moment, she cried out, "Father, you caught a fish!"

The stream fish struggled desperately in the bucket.

The Bao'er was surprised and happy at first, but soon her expression became unhappy. She said, "Father, this fish looks so pitiful. Let's release it."

Zuo Yi smiled and said, "Okay, then you can release it."

"Okay!"

The little girl immediately put her hands into the bucket, wanting to catch the stream fish and release it.

But how could she catch a living fish?

Fortunately, the Bao'er was very smart. After several failed attempts, she slowly put the bucket down so that the mouth of the bucket faced the stream.

In this way, the stream fish in the bucket continued to struggle a few times and successfully jumped into the water.

It quickly escaped.

"Go, go."

The Bao'er raised the bucket again and said with a smile, "Fish, fish, don't let Father catch you again."

Zuo Yi: "…"

Okay, let's continue touching the snails!

Snails: I have something to say, but I don't know if I should say it.

Zuo Yi only stopped when he had touched almost half of the bucket, which was enough to serve as a dish for dinner.

Back on the shore, he suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the old house.

He frowned slightly.

Zuo Yi had just received a mental message from the gargoyle that an uninvited guest was coming to visit!

The old house of the Zuo family was located in the dragon's head land outside Linjiang Town. It was very remote and rarely had visitors. Those who occasionally came here were often curious tourists.

The gargoyle was very intelligent and had the spiritual seed that Zuo Yi had given it. It was unlikely that it would make a mistake.

Thinking for a moment, he said to the Bao'er, "Baby, let's go home."

The Bao'er didn't have any objections. "Okay."

Carrying the bucket and the basket, Zuo Yi and the Bao'er returned home.

As soon as he entered the villa from the back door, he heard a knock on the door in the front yard.

Zuo Yi put the things in the kitchen and said to the Bao'er, "Play by yourself. Father will go out and see who is here."

He wanted to see who the uninvited guest was.

The Bao'er was sensible. "Then I'll go upstairs with Atay to play."

Zuo Yi nodded. "Go ahead."

He went from the living room to the front yard and opened the gate.

A young woman in her early twenties was standing in front of the gate. She was pretty and petite. She had a student haircut and looked quite pure. Anyone who saw her would have a good impression of her at first sight.

There was a silver-gray sports car parked on the side of the road. A tall and thin man was leaning against the car door. He was chewing gum and had a sloppy look. There was a hint of arrogance on his handsome face.

Zuo Yi didn't know anyone. He asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Seeing Zuo Yi, the pure woman smiled sweetly. "Hello, are you Mr. Zuo Yi?"

Zuo Yi nodded. "I am Zuo Yi. And you are?"

The pure woman introduced herself. "Hello, Mr. Zuo. I am Qin Qin, the secretary of the Jiangnan Province Mega City Comprehensive Administration Bureau. This is my business card."

"Mega City Comprehensive Administration Bureau?"

Zuo Yi was a bit confused. "Is it the City Management Bureau?"

He took the business card from her. The name of the organization was printed clearly on it.

"No."

Qin Qin smiled. "It's the Supernatural Administration Bureau. We have another internal name, the Supernatural Affairs Bureau."

"I see."

Zuo Yi suddenly understood. He turned sideways and said, "Then come in and talk."

Qin Qin stepped over the threshold and asked curiously, "Mr. Zuo, have you heard of the Supernatural Administration Bureau before?"

She was surprised to see that Zuo Yi wasn't surprised at all.

"No."

Zuo Yi shook his head and said, "But now I know."

Zuo Yi knew very well that she must have come because of what happened last night. Wasn't Cheng Yuan an Extraordinaire?

Supernatural Administration Bureau? Interesting!



[Second Update.]

PS: After reading some chapters of this book, I was surprised to find that many readers had doubts about the main character's phone number and thought that there was a bug. I have to explain here that the main character came back with a new phone card, so the number is still the same. The reason why the account hasn't been canceled is because the account won't be canceled as long as there is enough balance. The main character is a small tycoon who often goes traveling. He hasn't used the phone for three years, so how can he not be able to afford the monthly rental fee? I thought this was common knowledge. I didn't expect so many people to misunderstand, so I had to add an explanation in the fourth chapter.

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