Zhu Changqing was absent-minded in everything he did all day, and he always thought about Chen Wangrong's expression when he called himself Uncle Zhu.

In the evening, Zhu Bingyao was cooking, and Zhu Changqing always felt relieved, so he shouted into the kitchen: "Yaoyao, you cook more, and I will call Wangrong to come over and eat together!" ”

After saying this, Zhu Changqing ignored the sound of slamming the door from the kitchen, and walked towards Chen Wangrong's house by himself.

Chen Wangrong collected the materials and came back, so he nested in the kitchen, transformed the clay pot that used to hold pickles and the incense burner on the offering table, and set it on the firewood to start his alchemy experiment.

The first pot of pills came out and was directly mushy.

Chen Wangrong reformulated the materials, carefully controlled the heat, and began the refining of the second furnace of Dan.

Zhu Changqing walked into the courtyard and couldn't help but feel happy when he saw cooking smoke coming out of the kitchen.

An Rong left, Wang Rong seems to be determined to learn to be independent.

That's a good thing.

He stepped into the kitchen, and sure enough, he saw Chen Wangrong cooking something very seriously.

I can cook and eat, is it really normal?

With this question, Zhu Changqing walked to the edge of the stove and glanced at the pot, and he was stunned at this look.

What the hell is that strange thing in the pot, he has lived for more than forty years, and he has never seen such a person cook and eat.

And in one of the crockpots in the pot, there are faint flames coming out.

couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, Zhu Changqing reached out and opened the lid of the pot.

"Wangrong, why are you cooking sheep gnocchi, how can you eat this thing!"

Zhu Changqing is now very sure that Silly Wangrong is still Silly Wangrong, and he has not become smart at all.

Not at all.

"Uncle Zhu, why did you open the lid of the pot, my furnace Dan has not been refined yet, and the lid of the pot can't be opened!"

Chen Wangrong knew that this pot was wasted again, and said with some discouragement.

He got up and glanced at the situation in the pot, and sure enough, another stove was wasted.

What else can I do, I can only continue the experiment of the third pot.

Chen Wangrong prepared a variety of ingredients in Zhu Changqing's ghost-like gaze, and then put them in the pot, ready to continue to make fire alchemy.

Zhu Changqing was completely dumbfounded.

He was now very sure that Chen Wangrong's brain had been broken by his own daughter.

In the past, it was just a low IQ, but now even the spirit is wrong.

"Wangrong, you will set the house on fire like this!"

Zhu Changqing said, picked up a basin of water on the stove and poured it on the fire that Chen Wangrong had just lit.

Chen Wangrong was instantly angry, he stared at Zhu Changqing with a pair of big red eyes and blamed: "What are you doing!" Can you please stop meddling! ”

Zhu Changqing was a little stunned by Chen Wangrong's scolding, he had never seen Chen Wangrong show such a scary expression.

"Wangrong, don't make such a mess, go to my house for dinner."

As soon as Zhu Changqing said this, Chen Wangrong immediately put away his anger, but he didn't know how to explain to Zhu Changqing that he was really alchemy.

After thinking about it, he still spoke: "Uncle Zhu, I am no longer the stupid Wangrong I used to be, I am back to normal now, please rest assured." ”

Originally, he wanted to say please stop meddling with me, but in the end it was changed to reassure him.

After all, in his memory, Zhu Changqing took care of their brothers a lot.

Zhu Changqing glanced at Chen Wangrong with a look of complete disbelief, and a sense of powerlessness rose in his heart.

Really, why should I talk nonsense with a stupid and mentally ill person.

"Don't do it, go to my house for dinner."

After saying this sentence decisively, Zhu Changqing turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

Before leaving, he took a serious look at the fire to make sure that the fire had been completely extinguished, and then left satisfied.

"I'll pack up and go right away."

Chen Wangrong replied.

Zhu Changqing was slightly stunned, but his footsteps did not stop.

After Zhu Changqing left, Chen Wangrong cleaned up the kitchen briefly, and fell into deep thought for the pot of pills that had been opened by Zhu Changqing.

As soon as he arrived at Zhu Changqing's house, Chen Wangrong first apologized to Zhu Bingyao, and also took the initiative to serve Zhu Changqing rice and soup during the meal, looking like a normal person.

Zhu Bingyao learned to cook from a very young age, her cooking skills are much better than many women who have cooked for most of her life, even if it is a simple plate of fried shredded potatoes, she fried it is better than others, and it looks very tempting.

A plate of shredded potatoes with green peppers, a plate of stir-fried oil and wheat vegetables, a plate of fried bacon with shallots, and a pot of pork ribs and radish soup, Chen Wangrong ate very satisfied.

The atmosphere of this meal was a little weird, and neither Zhu Bingyao nor Zhu Changqing talked to Chen Wangrong.

With the lesson of last night, Zhu Bingyao locked all the doors of the house as soon as it was dark, and checked all the doors and windows again before going to bed before going to bed with confidence.

At night, Chen Wangrong took out his worn-out smartphone, used the traffic to check the news on the Internet, briefly understood the era he is in, and thought about his future life.

In his previous life, he was an orphan, and he followed his master to practice in the isolated mountains since he was a child, and it was not until after the master ascended that he traveled around the mountain, making friends with strong people from all over the world, collecting heavenly and earthly treasures, and constantly improving his alchemy realm.

He has no interest in the worldly people.

It is precisely for this reason that his state of mind is not perfect, and the cultivation piled up by many elixirs is not solid, which leads to the failure of the final tribulation and falls into the whirlpool of reincarnation.

Fortunately, his memory as a peak alchemist was not damaged, but the inner pill was shattered and his cultivation was scattered.

Even so, with his peak alchemy, he can still live a chic and comfortable life in this world.

In this life, he decided to slow down, no longer rush to achieve results, feel more of the warmth and coldness of the world, sharpen his state of mind, and start practicing from scratch.

Although Yungu Village is very close to the provincial capital, it is not so much a village as a suburb of the city, but because the village is located at the foot of the mountain, the mountains are lush with plants, and the nearby scenery is beautiful.

Chen Wangrong sat cross-legged on the bed and entered the cultivation state, and the night passed quickly.

At dawn, Chen Wangrong had already carried the basket up the mountain.

There are only a few things that can be collected near his home, so he has to go to the mountains to collect more alchemy materials.

There are tourists in the forest park every day, and some of the medicinal materials that are used either cannot be collected, or they are finished by tourists, Chen Wangrong has not encountered anything useful along the way, so he can only continue to walk into the depths of the mountain.

Although his cultivation was exhausted, he was a cultivator after all, and his five senses were much sharper than ordinary people's, and when he walked into a deep forest that could almost be called a no-man's land, he heard a burst of soothing music.

Chen Wangrong paused and listened carefully, sure enough, someone was playing music, the music was gentle and soft, blending with the natural sounds in the forest in the early morning, and it was not easy to find if you didn't care.

Chen Wangrong felt a little strange, and couldn't help but follow the music.

When crossing a stream and coming to a forest meadow, Chen Wangrong was stunned by the scene in front of him.

On the dark green grass is a futon the size of a round table, on which two women are dressed in flowing white dresses and dancing to the sound of music.

The figures of the two women are extremely slender and soft, and their dancing postures are as smooth and graceful as flowing water.

The elegant and moving dance blends in with the surrounding environment and music, and it has a bit of a taste of harmony between nature and man.

If it weren't for the fact that he could sense the mortal aura of the two, Chen Wangrong would have suspected that he had entered the fairyland by mistake and met a dancing fairy.

"Sister, someone is watching us!"

Among them, the slender woman saw Chen Wangrong's figure and cried out like a frightened bird.

Chen Wangrong also realized that it was not good for him to stand here, so he shrugged his shoulders and prepared to leave.

"Stop!"

The girl's sister called Chen Wangrong sternly.

Chen Wangrong stopped, the two women hurriedly put on their shoes and walked towards this side, and two burly bodyguards suddenly appeared in the nearby forest, following the two and walking towards Chen Wangrong.

"Who sent you to follow us?"

The elder sister asked Chen Wangrong from afar.

Chen Wangrong only felt wronged in his heart, Zhu Bingyao wronged him for peeping out the window, and then there were sisters who wronged him and followed him in the dense forest.

Woman, your name is narcissism.