Lu Zhan sat on the rooftop, bathed in the early morning sun, and began his day's cultivation.

Lu Zhan hadn't seen what the sunrise looked like for a long time. The moment he saw the sun jumping out of the east, Lu Zhan was still excited.

In Xiahe Village in the early morning, there is a thin morning mist. Quiet all around. I don't know whose rooster crows, breaking the silence of the early morning.

The sound of buses starting can be heard on the street. As soon as Lu Zhan heard the voice, he knew that it was the 502 bus.

The 502 bus will pass through Tangcheng No. 10 Middle School, and when he used to study, Lu Zhan had to take the 502 bus every day.

There was the sound of talking, running, scolding, and bottles smashing on the ground in the back alleys.

Lu Zhan turned a deaf ear.

There are many young people in the village, who are not involved in production, and recruit cats and dogs all day long, causing trouble. This wave of people is estimated to have played an all-night game again.

"Bang!"

"!"

"Bang bang!"

There was a fight in the back alley.

Listening to the movement, the fight was fierce. Someone hit the courtyard gate of the Lu family, and Lu Zhan felt the courtyard door trembling when he sat on the rooftop.

Lu Zhan frowned slightly, he wanted to take advantage of the rising sun and cultivate well, but these people just refused to give him a quiet environment.

Lu Zhan wanted to say MMP.

Lu Zhan reaped the credit, and in such an environment, he couldn't settle down.

However, Lu Zhan didn't get up and go downstairs.

He planned to wait for this wave of people to finish fighting before continuing to cultivate.

Anyway, it would make him feel good and he wouldn't want to sleep.

"Bang!"

Lu Zhan sat up straight abruptly.

Was this movement just now?

"Dead!"

"Run!"

"Who the hell is he?"

The group of young people in the back alley, like frightened birds, scattered and fled.

They didn't know that this scene was all seen by Lu Zhan.

A corpse was lying on the ground with its head down. There was a pool of blood around him, and it looked shocking.

Lu Zhan was shocked in his heart, those young people in the same village, although Lu Zhan didn't mix with them, he also knew that the combat effectiveness of those people was the five scum of war. It is enough to bully and bully elementary school students. Occasionally, they are fierce and ruthless, and they are also brave with wine bottles and iron rods.

But you will never dare to kill people with standard weapons, and there is no way to do it.

Lu Zhan looked up and looked around, the surroundings were very quiet, eerily quiet. With such a big movement, no one came out to check it.

The windows of every house are tightly closed.

Lu Zhan looked at the tall building not far away.

Lu Zhan found that his eyesight had also improved. What used to be vague is now clear.

There was something reflecting on the tall building, that is, for a moment, Lu Zhan wondered if he was wrong.

Lu Zhan observed around and found nothing.

Lu Zhan carefully observed the corpse in the back alley again. Looking at the back, I don't know it, I shouldn't be from the same village.

Lu Zhan took out the phone and wanted to call the police.

But how could he explain what he was seeing? Did he want to tell the police that he was cultivating immortals on the rooftop, and only then did he hear a bang?

Others will treat him as a psychopath.

Look, the sick seedlings of the Lu family are dying of illness, and they can't recuperate well and go to cultivate immortals.

The corners of Lu Zhan's mouth twitched, the people in the village gossiped, and Lu Zhan heard too much.

Lu Zhan decided that if half an hour later, before the police came, he would call the police again.

When the police asked, he said that he couldn't sleep, so he went to the rooftop to blow the wind, so he saw the body.

This reason is perfect.

For perfect reasons, Lu Zhan had to go back to the room first. lest one moment someone get up and see him wandering on the rooftop, and at last the lie will be exposed.

Without waiting for half an hour, someone else called the police.

The police soon came to the back alley and began to deal with the case.

Lu Zhan and Lu Mingyu watched the meeting on the rooftop.

Lu Mingyu complained, "The security in the village is getting worse and worse. Lu Zhan, pay attention to safety when you go out in the future. ”

"I know. ”

Lu Mingyu said again: "It's still early, you go back first and then go to sleep." ”

Lu Zhan is as good as a stream.

Lu Zhan slept until eleven o'clock at noon before getting up.

Brush your teeth, wash your face, and clean up after yourself. Lu Zhan put on a T-shirt and went downstairs.

At eleven o'clock, there were no guests coming to the door, and the lobby was deserted.

Lu Mingyu was preparing the dishes for noon alone.

Hearing the movement, Lu Mingyu turned around and saw Lu Zhan going downstairs.

Lu Mingyu said casually: "Why did you come down?" Go up and lie down, I'll serve it to you when the meal is ready." ”

"Mom, I'm well. ”

"Nonsense. ”

Lu Zhan said again: "Mom, I'll help you." ”

"Less chaos. Say what you want to eat, and I'll get it for you. ”

"Egg fried rice with a plate of kimchi. ”

Lu Mingyu frowned, "Can you eat kimchi?" don't eat it, your stomach is uncomfortable, and you vomit again. ”

Lu Zhan said: "I'm really fine. Or I'll prove it to you. ”

"Don't mess around. I'll make you egg fried rice and I'll get you a plate of tea. ”

Lu Mingyu shook his head, crying and laughing. Lu Zhan also tried his best to eat.

Lu Zhan fought so hard, Lu Mingyu naturally wanted to satisfy him.

The rice had already been cooked, and I scooped half a bowl and two eggs. Turn on the heat, fry the eggs, put the rice in the pan and stir-fry. When the pot is removed, add a little more chopped green onion. Soon, a bowl of fragrant egg fried rice was stir-fried.

Egg fried rice with kimchi and a bowl of bone broth, perfect!

Lu Zhan sat in the restaurant, eating Lu Mingyu's fried egg fried rice, very satisfied.

But eating, eating,

Lu Zhan always felt that something was missing.

What's missing?

Why does he think that egg fried rice is not as good as it used to be?

Could it be that after taking too much medicine, the sense of taste has deteriorated?

Lu Zhan ate another bite of egg fried rice, and the taste was still the same as before, but it didn't have the feeling that it was delicious.

What's missing?

Lu Zhan raised his head and his gaze fell on the kitchen stove.

Fire!

He got it!

Lu Zhan's eyes lit up, he knew what was missing, what was missing.

That's right, it's just a little bit of a fire.

Lu Zhan had a feeling, or honey confidence, that this bowl of egg fried rice would definitely be better if he was asked to fry it. Because he can accurately grasp the heat.

After Lu Zhan finished eating, he packed up the dishes and chopsticks and came to the kitchen.

Lu Mingyu sat in the yard peeling potatoes. The chubby body sat on a small stool, which made people feel inexplicably sad.

Lu Zhan wants to reduce the burden on Lu Mingyu, so let's start from the kitchen.

The peeled potatoes are soaked in water, crispy and raw, and they look good.

Lu Zhan took off the cutting board and kitchen knife, took out the potatoes that had been scraped and soaked in water, put them on the cutting board, cut them evenly into slices, and then closed the cut slices, pushed them down, and cut them into shreds with a bang.

Lu Zhan's knife work, self-taught, is so fast that it flies.

Hearing the movement, Lu Mingyu rushed in.

"Lu Zhan, are you ......"

The question blurted out came to an abrupt end.

Lu Mingyu looked at Lu Zhan's knife work that was so fast that he flew up, and he was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.

After a potato is cut, the shredded potatoes are like soldiers lined up, neatly stacked on the cutting board.

Lu Mingyu picked up a shredded potato to take a look, and then picked up another one to take a look.

Each shredded potato is of different length, but almost the same width.

Looking at the neatly stacked shredded potatoes is like looking at a work of art.

Lu Mingyu looked at Lu Zhan in disbelief, "When did you learn to chop vegetables?" ”

Lu Zhan coughed lightly and said seriously: "I learned it in my dream." ”