flstandardbreds Chapter 1032 Shut Up
Chapter 1032 Shut Up
Wearing an apron, Feng Tao was busy in the kitchen. The vegetables under the tap were washed until they were shiny and clean. He swiftly chopped them into even pieces.
The casserole on the stove was bubbling away, steaming and releasing a rich aroma of meat mixed with the mellow scent of herbs, filling the restaurant with a warm and inviting atmosphere.
Gu Zegang had just finished showering and was wearing loose-fitting loungewear when he walked into the dining room with very light steps.
Feng Tao was skillfully slicing the braised beef, arranging the thin, even slices on a white porcelain plate lined with fresh lettuce. His movements were swift yet gentle, exuding a domestic charm.
Gu Ze sat down quietly at the dining table, his gaze falling on Feng Tao's profile.
The few words exchanged in the car earlier seemed to have left no trace on him.
He continued preparing dinner with complete focus, as if nothing had happened.
Gu Ze quietly took Feng Tao's phone out of his pocket and gently placed it on the dining table.
His mind, however, had already flown to the door, secretly anticipating He Yanzu's arrival—the old steward of the Feng family had finally come.
In the years since they left the Governor of Hong Kong, Feng Tao has almost never mentioned anything about what happened there. Perhaps, some changes have occurred, and it's time for him to know.
"The soup is almost ready. Go set the table." Feng Tao turned around, placed the sliced beef on the table, and looked at him with a smile.
Gu Ze nodded, got up to get the bowl and chopsticks, and felt a strange tightness in his heart when his fingertips touched the slightly cool porcelain bowl.
He knew that the arrival of Butler He might disrupt their peaceful life.
It's just unknown what will happen when that long-sealed door to the past is opened.
The casserole was brought to the table. Feng Tao lifted the lid, and white steam rose up, blurring his features.
"Eat it while it's hot, it'll help you recover." He served Gu Ze a bowl of soup, his tone as natural as if it were just an ordinary meal.
Gu Ze took the soup bowl, the steam brushing against his cheeks. He looked up at Feng Tao, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Feng Tao, just now..."
“It’s mealtime now, let’s not talk about work at home.” Feng Tao interrupted him, picked up a piece of beef with his chopsticks and put it in his bowl, “Eat your food, it won’t taste good if it gets cold.”
The restaurant fell silent for a moment, with only the soft clinking of spoons against bowls and the occasional evening breeze coming from outside the window.
Gu Ze knew that some things, even if left unmentioned, wouldn't truly be over. And the soon-to-arrive old butler was the key to unlocking everything.
Suddenly the doorbell rang, and the soup spoon in Gu Ze's hand clattered into the soup bowl.
The scalding juice splashed all over the table. He froze, as if he had been frozen in place.
Feng Tao gave him a reproachful look: "What are you afraid of? Do you think it's Master Jing who suddenly came to offer his condolences?"
"No...no, I'll go open the door." Gu Ze hurriedly got up, his hands still trembling slightly.
Feng Tao joked, "You sit down and eat yours while it's hot. I'll go see who it is. Knocking at this hour, they really know how to time it."
Jiang Chengyu went back to G City with Mu Xiaoji, so he wouldn't suddenly barge in to visit you.
Besides, after how badly you insulted people before, wouldn't anyone want to get rid of you like a burden?
The words had barely left his mouth when Feng Tao reached the door and casually opened it.
The smile on his face suddenly froze, his eyes widened abruptly, and he instinctively called out, "Butler He?"
Almost instinctively, he reached out to close the door. A muffled thud followed.
He Yanzu suddenly pushed open the door, the force of which caused Feng Tao to stumble and crash into the wall behind him.
The old butler's eyes were bloodshot as he sternly rebuked, "Third Young Master!" He stared at the person before him in disbelief.
Gu Ze could no longer sit still. He got up and quickly walked to the door, where he saw Feng Tao leaning against the wall to steady himself, his face as white as paper.
He Yanzu stared intently at Feng Tao, his eyes swirling with complex emotions—urgency, heartache, and a barely perceptible plea.
Gu Ze quickly stepped forward to smooth things over: "Feng Tao, are you alright? Butler He, please come in."
Feng Tao grabbed Gu Ze's arm, his voice filled with suppressed anger: "Did you call him to our house?"
Gu Ze stammered, "Feng Tao, Butler He has been with Chairman Feng for so many years and has never left his side."
He's come all the way to Kunming to find you now; something terrible must have happened at home. Let him in first and explain things clearly.
He Yanzu was panting heavily, his chest heaving. He stared intently at Feng Tao and said, word by word:
"Young Master, the old chairman is dying... You can't miss seeing him one last time!"
These words struck the living room like a boulder. Feng Tao's body trembled violently, and his grip on Gu Ze tightened abruptly, his knuckles turning white.
He turned his face away, his Adam's apple bobbing a few times as if he were trying hard to suppress something, then he chuckled softly.
After a long pause, she managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth: "In what capacity should I meet him?"
"Third Young Master... at a time like this, why are you still worrying so much! The Chairman..."
"Shut up..." Feng Tao interrupted He Yanzu, who was about to continue speaking, "From the day he sent my mother to the Boshan Sanatorium,
Our father-son relationship is severed. You should leave! I will not return.
"You!" Daniel Ho was trembling with anger, his hand pointing at him shaking.
"The old chairman was lying in his hospital bed, and all he could think about was you! He saved everything for you, how could you be so heartless?"
Seeing the tense atmosphere between the two, Gu Ze quickly pulled He Yanzu into the living room:
"Butler He, there's no need to be angry. Feng Tao is stuck in a quagmire and hasn't figured things out yet. Let's sit down and talk it over."
"Feng Tao, listen to me... Butler He has come all this way, it's not easy for him. For the sake of the times he secretly helped us, please listen to what he has to say."
Feng Tao stood still, his back to them, his shoulders swaying slightly, and no one could see his expression.
The broth in the restaurant was still steaming, but the air inside seemed to have frozen instantly.