In the kitchen, Chou Ping held a loaf of bread just taken from the refrigerator, a faint smile on his lips, completely unaware of the bruise on his forehead.
The fact that he tripped and got a bruise didn't matter; what mattered was that it was indeed Sunday, and the bread was still there.
"This damn garbage!" Chou Ping cursed, but in the next moment, he fiercely took a bite of the bread. "It's really too cute..."
"Haha, the feeling of time restarting is truly wonderful!"
Chou Ping muttered to himself as he unwrapped the bread, enjoying a bite. Suddenly, his expression froze. It was this same bread that had made him end up in the hospital, spending over seven thousand dollars, just last Sunday.
"Damn it, how did I forget about that?" Chou Ping cursed again, but then he took another hearty bite of the bread. "Well, it's too late now..."
After a quick visit to the bathroom for brushing his teeth and rinsing his mouth, Chou Ping felt relieved.
"Now things shouldn't go so wrong. Still have a stomachache, don't I?"
Back in the living room, he opened his computer, intending to research information about Asian architecture for a plan that would meet Stephen's standards. However, before he could even type a few lines, Chou Ping couldn't sit still.
"If time can restart, why am I bothering about work issues?"
With this thought, Chou Ping couldn't stay calm. Changing into a new set of clothes, styling his hair to look handsome, he gazed at himself in the mirror. However, the noticeable bruise on his forehead disrupted the overall image.
"Darn it, why am I so careless?"
"Oh well, forget it. Everything will reset in two days, no need to get worked up then."
Chou Ping, at this moment, was like a madman, entertaining himself at home, talking to himself, occasionally pinching himself to check if he was dreaming. After the excitement, Chou Ping gradually calmed down.
With a swollen bruise on his forehead, it was something that seriously affected his appearance. If he were to go out, the first impression on girls would be significantly discounted. Today wasn't the best day for outdoor activities, perhaps going to the supermarket to buy some supplies would be a good idea. After all, even the last piece of bread in the fridge had expired.
As time would reset again, money became the most meaningless number, so Chou Ping could spend without any worries. With several large bags from the supermarket in hand, he stuffed the entire fridge full.
Checking the time, it was already past eleven. Having only grabbed a few things at the supermarket earlier, he considered having an early lunch.
Speaking of food, the first person that came to Chou Ping's mind was Lucy. He had manipulated her based on his knowledge before, but in the last loop, he didn't go to meet her. Therefore, Lucy wouldn't recognize Chou Ping now. He could easily use the same excuses again.
However, considering the impact of the large bruise on his charm, Chou Ping decided to temporarily abandon this plan.
Moreover...
Squinting his eyes, Chou Ping thought about the steak restaurant near the hospital. Without hesitation, he headed downstairs, hailed a taxi, and went straight to the steak restaurant.
Arriving at the restaurant around half-past eleven, it was quite busy. After all, ordinary people were the mainstream of society, and delicious yet reasonably priced food was always popular.
"Sir, what would you like to order?"
In a restaurant like this, pretending it was a Michelin-starred place was unrealistic. The waitress, a woman with a seriously disproportionate figure, and the fact that the menu prices were mostly between ten to thirty dollars, with the entire menu not likely to exceed two thousand dollars, made the Michelin-starred atmosphere impossible.
Even though Chou Ping ordered a few hundred dollars worth of food—his usual favorites—he wanted to try everything he liked. Seafood soup, sirloin steak, fillet steak, chicken wings... watching the various delicious dishes being served, Chou Ping indulged himself shamelessly.
He felt like his appetite had improved, perhaps an illusion, or maybe the restaurant's food really was good. Soon, the murmurs around him made Chou Ping realize it wasn't just an illusion.
"My God, look at that! The Asian guy ate almost five people's portions by himself, and there are still plenty of steaks on his table."
"Oh my goodness, look at how well he maintains his figure. I envy someone who can eat a lot and not gain weight. That's just too lucky!"
"This fool should go to a buffet instead. With the same price, he could eat more food and definitely get his money's worth."
...
Regarding the discussions of the nearby diners, Chou Ping smirked. Gossip was indeed a common trait among people. Feeling a fullness in his stomach, even though he thought he could eat more, Chou Ping put down his utensils.
After sipping some milk tea and standing up to leave the restaurant, Chou Ping's steps paused. Before him stood someone vaguely familiar.
It was a middle-aged man, his face turning red as he coughed vigorously. The fat woman beside him looked at him anxiously, constantly saying something. Wasn't this the unlucky guy he saw at the hospital last
time, who was coughing up blood and dying before even seeing a doctor?
If he hadn't seen him, it would have been one thing, but now that he did, Chou Ping felt it necessary to remind him. He walked over.
"Hey, you should hurry to the hospital next door and go to the emergency room. His symptoms seem like a bone is stuck in his trachea."
The fat woman glanced at Chou Ping and said unkindly, "What? Go to the emergency room? Young man, you're speaking lightly. Do you know how much it costs to go to the emergency room once? Are you trying to empty our wallets?"
"But his condition is very serious. If he doesn't go to the emergency room, there's a high risk to his life. I've seen people in similar troubles before, and without emergency treatment, the outcome..."
"Are you from China?" The fat woman suddenly changed the topic.
"Yes, what's the matter?" Chou Ping instinctively replied.
"Humph, I saw on the internet that you Chinese have a profession called 'medical tout.' Has it already spread to America?"
The woman's straightforward words made Chou Ping's face darken. His good intentions were misconstrued, and he was being accused of something he didn't do.