Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1367 - 660_2

A few townspeople who had just finished work were pushing their electric scooters, stopping in front of the stall to pick out marinated snacks.

Fang Cheng collected his thoughts, slowed down the car, and deliberately avoided a ginger cat that was lazily strolling in the middle of the road.

Finally, he parked the car steadily on the open ground outside his home’s courtyard gate.

He turned off the engine and pulled out the key.

He pushed open the car door, stepped down, and walked to the back seat to open the door.

Two giant army-green duffle bags lay quietly on the seats, these were the standard newcomer equipment allocated by the logistics department.

Fang Cheng leaned in, grabbed the coarse nylon handles with both hands, and effortlessly lifted these dozens of pounds of package out.

Kicking the car door shut, he then carried the bags and walked into the courtyard gate.

In the yard, several pots of green plants under the grape trellis had just been watered, with glistening droplets hanging on the leaves.

The kitchen window was half-open, emitting a warm yellow light.

The sound of the extractor fan mixed with the fragrance of stir-fried scallions and ginger, constantly wafted outward.

Fang Cheng pushed open the living room door, changed his shoes, and placed the heavy bags next to the storage cabinet at the entrance.

"Mom, I’m back."

He shouted towards the direction of the kitchen.

Two seconds later, the floral-patterned door curtain was lifted.

His mother, Li Biyun, wearing a dark blue apron, walked out quickly.

She was still holding a spatula stained with soy sauce, with several fine beads of sweat on her forehead, her cheeks flushed red from the kitchen stove’s heat.

Upon seeing Fang Cheng changing into slippers, the tiredness on Li Biyun’s brow instantly disappeared, replaced by full concern:

"Chengcheng, how was your first day reporting to the Special Search Team, did your superiors give you a hard time?"

As she spoke, her gaze fell on the two large green duffle bags, and she curiously asked:

"What’s in these bags? They’re so big."

Fang Cheng casually unzipped one to show his mother, explaining:

"They’re all standard issued uniforms, shoes, work supplies, and some living necessities."

"Today was mainly processing the onboarding procedures, going through various testing processes. The Special Search Team has many rules, so there’s a familiarization process when you first enter, so the specific work hasn’t been officially assigned yet. In a couple of days, we’ll also have unified rookie military training."

As they were speaking, a burst of hearty laughter came from the direction of the lounge.

His grandfather, Li Zhenhua, was holding a purple clay teapot, leisurely walking out from the room.

The old man was wearing a loose front-button silk shirt today, his gray hair combed meticulously, with a radiant complexion and vigorous spirit.

"Joining a national unit with many rules is a good thing! More rules mean it’s formal and disciplined!"

Li Zhenhua walked closer, lowered his head to examine the brand-new uniform Fang Cheng took out from the bag.

He reached out to feel it, as if looking at a precious treasure, and clicked his tongue in admiration:

"Look at the material of this clothing, really sturdy. Public goods indeed pay attention to detail, the stitching, the texture, it looks so impressive."

At this time, his uncle Li Dingjian came downstairs, yawning, with a hint of drowsiness at the corners of his eyes, seemingly just awakened from a nap.

"Oh, Ah Cheng is back? How did you feel about starting work at the Special Search Team Headquarters today, can you adapt?"

Fang Cheng turned to look at his uncle and smiled:

"It’s alright, not as strict as I imagined. Besides, Senior Brother Wei Zheng is there looking out for me, the procedures went smoothly, with no obstacles encountered."

Li Dingjian walked to Fang Cheng’s side, patted his shoulder, and gave him a look:

"If you encounter anything you can’t handle inside, feel free to tell uncle. Although uncle hasn’t mixed in government offices, he’s been rolling around the Martial World for so many years. I can still help you with those tricky matters."

Fang Cheng nodded slightly, understanding his uncle’s implied meaning.

"Alright, alright, don’t just stand here, hurry up and wash your hands."

Li Biyun waved the spatula, instructing:

"Ding Jian, you clean the table and get ready to serve the dishes. Today is Chengcheng’s first day officially working, it’s a festive day, I specially cooked a few extra dishes."

Upon hearing "festive day," Li Zhenhua’s eyes suddenly brightened.

He quickly placed the purple clay teapot on the coffee table, rubbed his hands, looked at his daughter with a pleasing smile:

"Biyun, since it’s a big festive day, it must be celebrated properly. This afternoon I specially went to the old shop at the town head, got two pounds of premium marinated beef, and bought a roast duck dripping with fat. You see, we have these delicious dishes, shouldn’t we... get some of that?"

Li Zhenhua said, while extending his right hand, his thumb and index finger pinched together, mimicking raising a wine glass, with his Adam’s apple unintentionally moving up and down.

Upon hearing this, Li Biyun’s smile instantly disappeared.

"Dad, do you have any idea how high your blood pressure was measured last week?"

"The doctor repeatedly warned you to quit drinking, yet here you are, constantly finding excuses."

Li Biyun put her hands on her hips, her tone turning severe:

"A few days ago Ding Jian bought a new car, you said it needed to be celebrated; today Ah Cheng is reporting to the unit and you want to celebrate again. I think it’s just that alcohol craving inside of you acting up!"

Being exposed by his daughter on the spot, Li Zhenhua’s smile instantly froze, his old face somewhat hanging in embarrassment.

He awkwardly touched his nose and looked at his son for help.

Li Dingjian immediately turned his head, pretending to scrutinize the calendar hanging on the wall, acting as if "I didn’t hear anything."

He dared not provoke his older sister during this time.

Li Zhenhua, left with no choice, turned his gaze to his grandson in hopes of finding a last ally: