Chapter 105: Chapter 105: Saving Lives
Like in a dream, Chef Ding, who was strutting around on the ground just a moment ago, found himself thrown onto the rooftop the next minute. By the time he realized what had happened, he was already teetering precariously on top of the roof with roof tiles clattering down. At this critical moment, when he didn’t even know if he could survive, he couldn’t care less about the pain all over his body and began screaming like a slaughtered pig, “Aah…! Help! Help!”
With this sudden turn of events, the entrance of the restaurant was already in complete chaos. The neighbors, who had snapped to their senses, no longer cared about buying breakfast, and instead started to scatter and take cover, fearing that Chef Ding might unfortunately fall off the roof and land on them, leaving them nowhere to turn for injustice.
In the midst of the mayhem, a kind-hearted person didn’t forget to slap a dazed fool standing still, “Brother, aren’t you going to move faster? Wait till Chef Ding comes down, and you’ll really have it.”
“Move? Where do I go?” asked the fool with a blank face and a silly tone.
“Going anywhere is better than waiting here to die, sigh!” Knowing he was intellectually challenged and unable to reason with him, the man gave up, sighed, shook his head, and followed the crowd.
Everyone else had run off, but the waiters wanted to run yet didn’t dare. If someone died in this restaurant, when the Owner returned, they surely wouldn’t be spared.
Thus, they had no choice but to stay put, nervously shouting towards the rooftop with heads held high, “Chef Ding, don’t move, please don’t move, or you’ll fall.”
“I won’t move, I won’t move, please think of a way to save me quickly, awoo…”
Suspended in the perilously swaying half-air, and feeling that any movement could be fatal, Chef Ding, overwhelmed by fear, began crying uncontrollably.
His crying caused his whole body to shake, and even more roof tiles clattered down.
“Don’t cry, please don’t cry! Chef Ding, take deep breaths, hold it in!”
“Wuu wuu wuu…! I won’t cry, I won’t cry.” Terrified, Chef Ding bit his lips and lay flat on the high roof, trembling like a lone leaf in the autumn wind. He looked pitifully fragile, completely lacking his previous imposing demeanor.
Down below, the waiters were also frantically busy and in a state of panic, not knowing what to do, and for the moment, everyone had forgotten about the fool, the main culprit.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Xuexue also left. She hadn’t managed to buy breakfast and had suffered a needless fright. Moreover, the fool’s appearance had truly startled her, but she didn’t dwell on it, considering him just another stranger.
Passing a bun shop, Xuexue went in and bought a few steamed buns, planning to head back to the market. She had been away for some time and was worried Madam Xie would be concerned.
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Turning around, bun in hand, Xuexue was too focused on the buns to notice and bumped into someone.
Xuexue cried out in pain and was just about to scold the person for not watching where they were going when, raising her eyes, she froze, “It’s you?”
“My lady, I’ve finally found you.” The man, having sized up Xuexue, was extremely happy and stepped forward, grabbing her arm excitedly.
As it turned out, the man who bumped into Xuexue was none other than the fool who had thrown Chef Ding onto the rooftop.
With a sidelong glance, Xuexue looked displeased at the grimy hand grabbing her arm and her tone turned frosty, “Let go, I don’t know you.”
“You are my lady. I’ve been looking for you for a long time. My lady, they all bully me, they even hit me just now.” The fool tilted his head, thought hard for a moment, and then declared with conviction.
Seeing his serious demeanor, and knowing well that people with intellectual disabilities find it difficult to lie, it appeared he might not be fibbing.