It was a shame that Jiang Cheng almost never cooked, so there wasn't even a kitchen knife in the kitchen, just a fruit knife with a dull blade.

This made it impossible to prepare some dishes delicately. Hot and sour shredded potatoes could only become hot and sour diced potatoes. Anyway, Fatty didn't think Jiang Cheng would mind.

After finishing all the preparations, Fatty walked out of the kitchen.

He picked up his tools again and tinkered away, finishing the remaining repairs in the mostly cleaned-up studio.

He took a screwdriver he found somewhere and tightened the few loose screws on the standing clothes rack one by one, then gently tapped the joints with a hammer to make them tighter.

Finally, he wrapped a layer of black electrical tape around them.

Just as Fatty was shaking the clothes rack to test whether it was still wobbly, he suddenly noticed a slightly bluish piece of clothing hanging in the middle of the rack.

It was almost impossible to spot without careful inspection.

Parting the surrounding clothes, he was surprised to find that it was a blue cheongsam.

High collar, short sleeves, silk material, and exquisite workmanship.

There were also a few peony-style embroideries on it. Obviously, it was expensive. If you got closer, you could smell a faint fragrance.

This was undoubtedly a woman's dress.

Fatty was instantly energized.

At this moment, footsteps came from the stairs. A few seconds later, Jiang Cheng came down with a large bucket of clothes.

He came down to find Fatty with a strange expression on his face.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Cheng asked, holding the bucket. The clothes in the bucket were almost overflowing, so he could only tilt his head to look at Fatty.

"Doctor," Fatty said with a knowing look, the kind of exchange only men have, winking suggestively, "I found a cheongsam on your clothes rack!"

"Huh?" Jiang Cheng frowned.

"Blue, with a split on the thigh that goes up this high!" He gestured with his hands, as if he had discovered a new continent.

There was no malice. Everything about Jiang Cheng was fresh and mysterious to Fatty. It was like the thrill of accidentally peeking into someone else's secrets.

Jiang Cheng's face began to turn serious, which made Fatty even more satisfied. He was used to being stumped by Jiang Cheng, and he had finally turned the tables.

He suddenly began to look forward to Jiang Cheng's explanation.

"Only one?" Jiang Cheng put down the large bucket of clothes and rummaged through them casually. "That can't be right. There should also be a pink, close-fitting one and a white tasseled shawl." Jiang Cheng looked up, stared at Fatty and asked, "Look again."

Fatty: "???"

Then Jiang Cheng turned the large bucket of clothes upside down. Fatty was stunned for a moment, then his pupils suddenly dilated.

If Pi Ruan shattering his worldview was one thing, then this scene now pulverized the worldview that Fatty had barely pieced together again.

After the bucket was turned over, the clothes inside rolled out. Fatty glanced at them roughly. Most of the clothes were women's clothes of all kinds. A simple cheongsam like this was nothing.

It was not until this moment that Fatty suddenly realized what kind of person he was dealing with.

He had underestimated Jiang Cheng. He never expected that he could not only bring together people like Pi Ruan and sugar mommas in pure love, but also be so generous as to sacrifice himself.

"Why aren't you talking?" Jiang Cheng asked.

Fatty took a deep breath, silently put the clothes on the clothes rack back in place, blocking the cheongsam. Then he looked at Jiang Cheng, "Doctor, I think either I'm looking at this the wrong way, or the world has gone mad."

Jiang Cheng's eyes rolled around, and he said, "I think you may have misunderstood. These clothes are not from those people you imagine. I'm not Pi Ruan. I have my principles."

Fatty covered his face, thinking to himself, Doctor, please shut up.

But he couldn't say those words. Fatty calmed down and asked, "Then whose clothes are these?"

He paused, as if he realized something, and his face instantly looked much better, "Are they your girlfriend's, Doctor, right?" After saying this, Fatty suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

In fact, this was the most normal and reasonable answer. What had he been thinking all day?

To be fair, Jiang Cheng looked very good. As long as he didn't open his mouth, he looked like a normal person.

He also had a respectable and decent job.

"No," Jiang Cheng shook his head. "They belong to my landlady. She's also my boss. She left these clothes here."

Fatty shuddered and looked at Jiang Cheng with a drastic change in his eyes. Suddenly, he felt that the whole world was not right.

Jiang Cheng ignored him, packed up the clothes scattered on the ground, and took the bucket to the bathroom, where there was an extra-large drum washing machine.

Jiang Cheng came out of the bathroom and went to the clothes rack, reaching out to take the blue cheongsam.

He looked around, but still couldn't find the two pieces of clothing he mentioned, so he clicked his tongue and left.

Soon after, the sound of the washing machine starting up came from the bathroom.

It seemed that either too many clothes were put in at once, or the washing machine was too old, because the sound it made was very dull, making one wonder if it could wash the clothes clean.

Fatty walked to the door alone, then opened it, silently took out a cigarette, lit it, and held it in his mouth, his eyes empty and dazed.

While the washing machine was working, Jiang Cheng took out the empty bucket that had contained the clothes and placed it next to the stairs.

Seemingly worried about blocking the narrow stairs, he gently kicked it, moving the empty bucket closer to the corner of the wall.

He turned around and saw Fatty's melancholic and dazed half-profile. That face was full of stories.

"Fatty," Jiang Cheng said very naturally, "I smell the aroma of ribs. See if they're ready."

Hearing this, Fatty threw away his cigarette butt and turned to walk into the kitchen. He passed by Jiang Cheng and stood there for a few seconds, his mouth moving as if he wanted to say something but didn't.

Soon, the rich aroma of meat wafted out. Fatty came over with a steaming pot of soup, holding it with a cloth. Jiang Cheng had placed a cloth on the table beforehand.

The pot of soup was placed squarely on the cloth. Then Fatty brought out a plate of hot and sour diced potatoes and two large bowls of rice.