The kitchen was on the left side of a row of small houses.
Yang Fei crept closer on tiptoe.
Inside the kitchen, there was no one to be seen.
A kettle of boiling water on the stove was whistling softly.
Yang Fei couldn't help but find it strange.
Where had that odd cook gone?
The back door to the kitchen was slightly ajar, leaving a thin slit open.
Yang Fei quietly made his way through the kitchen's alleyway and peeked out.
Behind the kitchen, there was a small backyard.
In the middle of the yard stood a pear tree; crouching in front of it was the cook, Afu.
His back was spasming violently, his shoulders heaving with each sob.
He rubbed his cheek against the rough tree bark.
"Wuu wuu, brothers, I miss you so much."
"Damn it, what's the point of living like this?"
Yang Fei was shocked.
This unfathomable Afu was actually hiding in the backyard, crying his heart out.
His tears gushed forth, drenching the pear tree's bark, and pitter-pattered onto the ground.