Chapter 764: A Potbelly with 10 Jin of Oil

June Lowe instinctively wanted to refuse, but Mad Feng tried to persuade her again. "There’s nothing to be done if your mom is scared; she’ll just have to get used to it. I’m going back to Capria in a few days. If she has another episode, how will you manage on your own? I’ll find you a strong, live-in housekeeper to make things easier for you."

After a moment’s thought, June Lowe nodded. In the past, she and her father had always cared for her mother together. When her mother had an episode, she wouldn’t even recognize June, trusting only her father. He was the only one who could calm her down.

Now that her father was gone, she truly couldn’t handle her mother by herself. Getting a housekeeper would be a good idea, but... ’It means I’ll have to spend Uncle Ye’s money again.’

The ever-observant Winston Lowell immediately piped up, "Leave the housekeeper to me! I’ll make sure she has a clean background, is honest and obedient, and won’t steal."

Mad Feng was rather satisfied with Winston Lowell. The man was quick-witted and articulate—perfect for running errands.

"She can’t be a gossip, and she has to be hygienic," Mad Feng added. Winston Lowell took note. "I’ll get right on it."

With that, he hurried off. He had a vague suspicion that Mad Feng was connected to Adrian Hawthorne’s procurement channels. ’He must be a big shot,’ he thought. ’I have to get on his good side.’

Meanwhile, Adrian Hawthorne went to buy kitchen supplies, along with rice, flour, cooking oil, and vegetables. The house was finally starting to feel like a home. The once-empty rooms now had a lived-in, welcoming warmth.

As the sky began to darken, Adrian Hawthorne prepared to leave. Mad Feng glanced at Tang Xiao’nan and remarked pointedly, "It’s a long way. With this chubby girl along for the ride, you’ll go slower. It’ll be pitch black by the time you get home."

Tang Xiao’nan bristled. ’What’s that supposed to mean?’

’How would I slow him down? I’m not a pig.’

"I’m not heavy! You just said I’d gotten thinner," Tang Xiao’nan protested, jutting out her chin so the man—who clearly had terrible eyesight—could get a good look at her double chin.

’It’s definitely pointier than last year! Plus, I’ve grown taller, but my weight hasn’t changed. That means I really *have* gotten thinner.’

Mad Feng gave her double chin a disdainful pinch. It was all squishy. He gave it a few more squeezes before saying, "I must not have seen it clearly before. Look at all this blubber. You could probably get a pound of oil out of it."

He gave it another squeeze as he spoke. It was soft and springy, just like a glutinous rice ball.

Furious, Tang Xiao’nan smacked his hand away. She stood on her tiptoes, poked Mad Feng hard in the stomach, and yelled, "Well, you’ve got ten pounds of oil in here! Ten pounds!"

The corners of Mad Feng’s mouth curled into a smile. He let Tang Xiao’nan poke his belly, acting as if she were just tickling him.

Will pursed his lips, not bothering to speak up for his boss. ’Why can’t he just say what he means?’ he thought. ’Does he really have to act so disgusted all the time? He deserves to get an earful from the little chubster.’

Adrian Hawthorne could also see that Mad Feng just wanted Tang Xiao’nan to stay and keep him company. But that really wasn’t an option today. He hadn’t cleared it with Phoebe Huxley and her husband beforehand. If he didn’t bring Tang Xiao’nan home, Phoebe Huxley would surely skin him alive.

In the end, Tang Xiao’nan still had to go home. Before she left, she poked Mad Feng’s belly one more time and said with a grin, "I’ll be back tomorrow."

"Fine by me if you don’t."

The words slipped out of Mad Feng’s mouth, and he immediately regretted them. He was suddenly worried the chubby girl might actually take him at his word and not come back.

Tang Xiao’nan rolled her eyes. "I’m coming to play with Ms. Lowe, not you."

Mad Feng waved a dismissive hand. "If you’re leaving, then hurry up and leave. It’s getting dark."

After Tang Xiao’nan and Adrian left, Mad Feng patted his stomach and suddenly felt that something was off. He looked down, his brow furrowing. ’How did my stomach get this big?’

’This won’t do,’ he thought. ’I’m supposed to be wooing a beautiful woman. How am I supposed to catch her when I’m lugging this gut around?’

"I’m going for a run tomorrow morning. You’re coming with me."

Mad Feng didn’t actually want to run, so he had to drag someone along with him. ’It’d be best if I can get rid of this gut before I find my beauty.’

Will watched him. ’...What’s gotten into the boss now?’