Dragon Raja 5; Chapter 370: For Your Majesty (185)

Dragon Raja 5

The woman was so frightened that she didn’t know what to do. He held her for a long time, but she couldn’t hug him back because she was holding a knife in one hand and grabbing the neck of a chicken with the other.

Lu Mingfei hugged her for a long time before letting go, looking at the bare chicken in her hand, “Mom, you didn’t know how to cook before.”

“What nonsense are you spouting!” Giovanni roared. “Can’t I cook? Did I raise you on cat food?”

***

Under the warm lamplight, the family of three ate dinner. Jovie absentmindedly ate her porridge, her eyes never leaving Lu Mingfei.

Lu Lincheng returned at dusk, saying that the institute was planning to send him to Russia next month for an academic exchange. Other researchers felt that although he was a key technical staff member, it was hard to accept that he always got the good opportunities to go abroad. They reported this to the institute director, and everyone argued for a while, getting a little anxious and upset.

In his memory, this man was never very popular at work, simply because he was quite capable but a bit irresponsible. When she was young, Giovanni was beautiful and outgoing, with several suitors. She always rejected any advances from them, making her quite an annoying woman.

Giovanni was really bad at cooking. The steamed egg custard was overcooked, and the braised pork ribs were burnt when they were deep-fried. She may be all talk and no action, and she may have the air of a chef, but the food she makes was really not tasty.

Lu Lincheng was prepared for his wife’s cooking skills. On the way back, he brought back half a Jiaxing braised duck and two bottles of beer from a deli. He immediately tore off the duck leg for his son, gave the duck wing to his wife, and then enthusiastically gnawed on the duck head himself.

“Hey Lu Lincheng, is that doctor your classmate recommended any good?” Giovanni, annoyed by his enjoyable meal, tapped his wine glass with her chopsticks. “Your son was dreaming again today!”

“It’s just a dream, but you make it sound like such a big deal. Look at our son, he eats and drinks fine, nothing’s wrong with him.” Lu Lincheng spat a small bone onto the table. have wild thoughts.”

“Even showing him ‘The Fiery Warrior’ won’t help with his condition. What if he thinks he’s a guerrilla leader driving out the Japanese devils?” Giovanni put a piece of pork rib on Lu Mingfei’s plate. “Isn’t that right, Mingfei?”

“The War of Resistance Against Japan can’t do without me! After I drive out the Japanese and ascend the throne, I’ll make you, Empress Dowager!” Lu Mingfei was focused on dealing with the duck leg.

“Then can I still be the retired emperor?” Lu Lincheng laughed.

“Of course there is. I’m an only child, so I’m not worried about a repeat of Li Shimin’s Xuanwu Gate Incident. Dad, your position as the retired emperor is secure.” Lu Mingfei laughed.

“You smooth talker! You’ll find a job with that smooth talk!” Lu Lincheng slapped him on the back of the head. “You have to be better at making money than your parents. The small restaurant near our institute is making a killing.”

Lu Lincheng always spoke in this way, but no matter how much he expressed his longing for making money, he spent all his free time in bookstores, enjoyed playing with pottery, and could even make those powerful slingshots that were more powerful than air guns, but he didn’t have time to spend researching how to make money.

“Your mom cooked a good meal, let’s have a couple of drinks, just the two of us.” Lu Lincheng picked up the wine bottle and was about to pour some for Lu Mingfei.

“Drinking is bad for this illness! Wasn’t it your classmate who told the doctor this?!” Giovanni snatched the bottle, threatening to hit Lu Lincheng on the head. “Is he even your biological son?”

“Hypothesis, right?” Lu Mingfei repeated the term, nodding in agreement with his mother, “It means you can’t drink alcohol.”

***

In the dead of night, Lu Lincheng and Giovanni both gone to sleep, but Lu Mingfei was still busy in the house.

Finding all of his materials wasn’t difficult. Lu Lincheng, with his research background, paid great attention to organizing his documents, just like his neatly arranged bookshelf. Lu Mingfei’s various documents were also bundled into several folders and placed in the small bookshelf in his room. Birth certificate, graduation certificate, award certificates, one-child certificate, and diary.

He was born and raised locally. He boarded at his uncle and aunt’s house during high school and attended Sylvia Middle School, which locals call a prestigious school. However, his grades were still not good. After graduating from high school, he went to a third-rate local university to study food processing. His grades were average, and he failed a few courses. Now he has graduated from university and currently was unemployed.

What a fucking utterly unremarkable life, but I guess I was destined for this.

He opened his laptop and started searching. He found a relevant webpage without much effort:

“Bibliotherapy refers to the patient’s tendency to recall past events or experiences that never actually happened, claiming they were real. attitude…” The rest was all nonsense.

“Fiction disorder?” Lu Mingfei tapped his temple. “He’s become a lunatic.”

The dim streetlights cast a yellow glow on the windowpane, the shadows of the trees swaying in the breeze. The yard was filled with sycamore trees. Lu Mingfei’s heart skipped a beat. He pushed open the window, and sure enough, there it was—the crooked branch right in front of the windowsill. This was his secret passage since childhood.

After all, he was a college graduate now, and he doesn’t do any proper physical exercise anymore. Unlike when he was a kid, he was skinny like a monkey but had a lot of strength. It took him quite a bit of effort to get down to the ground.

A gentle evening breeze blew as he strolled leisurely in the courtyard, thoroughly enjoying himself. The courtyard didn’t belong to their family; it belonged to the research institute. It was an old building from the 1960s or 70s, in the Soviet style, enclosed on three sides, with a courtyard in the center. The courtyard was paved with cement slabs, with dozens of holes planted with sycamore trees. In the summer, when the leaves were dense, it was a pleasant place to cool off on rainy days without needing an umbrella. The wind carried the loud chirping of cicadas from afar. Lights were still on in several windows; most people were probably fast asleep. This kind of niche archaeological research institute was full of old scholars and academic oddballs like his father—people who didn’t stay up late.

He suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at a dark concrete doorway. “Who’s there?”

The man came out of the doorway. “Why aren’t you sleeping so late? If your mother catches you, you’re finished.”

“Dad?” Lu Mingfei stared at Lu Lincheng. “What are you doing here?”

“Of course for a smoke,” Lu Lincheng said, a faint smell of smoke emanating from him. “Don’t tell your mother, she’s a nag!”