After breakfast, I refined Huidan.

After lunch, continue the alchemy.

In the blink of an eye, almost half a day has passed.

Chen An was tired and sat against the wall to rest.

When I have nothing to do, I open my own panel to view the data.

[Name: Chen An]

[Cultivation: Ninth Layer of Qi Refining]

[Wealth: 1203 Lower Grade Spirit Stones]

[Danjutsu: First Order Advanced (2292/2500)]

【Goldfinger: Master (2503/12500)】

[Sleep Aid: Proficient (385/500)]

[Fire Spirit Root: Medium Grade (388/500)]

[Spouse: Song Huaying (3 stars), Gu Xinyue (3 stars), Wen Zhiyun (2 stars)]

[Descendant: Chen Yuejian]

"Before I knew it, even the progress bar of the Fire Spirit Root was more than halfway through."

Chen An muttered, and then said, "It's a pity that in the next four months, this progress bar will be left intact." ”

Shook his head.

Continue to view the data on the dashboard.

Plan your next upgrade.

I don't know how long it took, Chen An put away the panel, walked out of the alchemy room, stopped all the way to the door of the little wife's room, stretched out his hand and knocked lightly on the door:

"Ying'er, have you slept?"

"Not yet, husband."

There was a crisp and soft voice from the little wife in the room, like a yellow warbler crying softly, and I was in a happy mood to listen to.

Chen An pushed the door in and saw that the little wife was sitting on the edge of the bed with her daughter, patiently teaching her daughter some secular etiquette.

The little wife used to be the daughter of the family, and she cared about these things from the bottom of her bones.

However, her daughter Chen Yuejian didn't like these secular etiquettes very much, and her brows were furrowed when she learned them.

"Mother, I want to play in the yard......"

Chen Yue saw that she really couldn't learn anymore, and said in a weak voice.

Song Huaying decisively refused: "You are a girl's family, you only think about running out to play all day long, how can you be so disagreeable?" ”

Seeing that her mother's side was not good, the young Chen Yuejian decisively chose to find another way.

She climbed out of bed, ran to her father and stopped, reached out and grabbed his trouser leg, raised her baby's fat little face slightly, and said with a pitiful face:

"Daddy, I want to go out and play in the yard."

Chen An looked at it, this little girl is amazing, she is only a little more than a year old and knows that she is coquettish, and the genetics of the little wife are inevitably too strong.

Song Huaying took her daughter back and put her on the bed, and said in a stern tone:

"It's useless to look for your father, see if your father will listen to your mother or listen to you!"

"Hmm-"

Chen Yuejian let out a long cry and looked at her father in front of her with pitiful little eyes.

Chen An was in a dilemma, on one side was a little wife, and on the other side was a daughter, no matter which one he helped, he was not a person inside and out.

After thinking about it, in the end he could only look at the little wife, gave her a trick to surround Wei to save Zhao, and said:

"Ying'er, I want to tell you something for my husband, let Xiaoyue see you out."

"It's all up to the husband."

Song Huaying knew that her husband was covering for her daughter, but she still chose to be obedient without hesitation and obeyed her husband unconditionally.

When Chen Yue heard this, she immediately smiled, climbed out of bed and was about to go out.

Chen An grabbed her and admonished:

"Xiao Yue, you are not allowed to run around alone, you want to find your Gu Niang or Wen Niang to play with you, do you know?"

"Daddy, I know."

"It's good to know, go ahead."

Chen An let go of his daughter as he spoke, and watched the little girl run out of the room.

However, she didn't really feel comfortable letting her daughter run out on her own, but followed her from a distance to see if she would go to her other two mothers.

I followed up and took a look, and found that although this little girl was playful, she still knew how to listen to adults.

After coming out of the room, she didn't run out to the yard to play by herself, but ran into Gu Xinyue's room and shouted to Gu Niang to take her out to play.

Back to the little wife's room.

Chen An walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, gently holding his little wife into his arms.

The little wife couldn't help but tremble, terrified of what was going to happen next.

It's been a lot too often.

It's been so frequent that it's a little scary.

Chen An noticed the strangeness of his little wife, and looked a little distressed.

He stroked the little wife's little face and said to her gently: "Ying'er, as a husband, he just wants to hug you and won't do anything else." ”

"Husband, I'm sorry ......"

Song Huaying's mood became more and more depressed, and her voice gradually became sad: "It's useless Ying'er, this is not good, that is not good, it is not as good as serving her husband, and taking care of her daughter is not as good as Sister Wen, she is not a qualified wife, let alone a qualified mother." ”

"Ying'er, you've done a good job."

Chen An gently pressed his face to the face of his little wife, and comforted her softly.

Song Huaying didn't respond, but her voice became a little sobing.

Chen An wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said to her:

"Ying'er, my husband is trying to see if I can let you also cultivate immortals, or find some exercises that mortals can also practice and come back to cultivate for you, everything will be fine."

"Hmm."

Song Huaying just responded, and did not have hope for what her husband said, and should be comforted.

She knew very well in her heart that if mortals could also cultivate immortals, then there would be no so-called difference between immortals and mortals in this world.

This is simply not realistic.

Chen An knew that the comfort he had just given was very weak, so he thought about changing the topic to comfort him, and asked curiously:

"By the way, Ying'er, can you tell your husband about the family etiquette in the mundane world, your husband is quite interested in this."

"As long as the husband wants to hear it, Ying'er will talk about it."

Song Huaying wiped her tears and said.

For the next period of time.

Under Chen An's constant questions, Song Huaying told him about secular etiquette.

From the generally applicable etiquette, to the etiquette of the family, to the etiquette unique to her own family, and finally to how she learned these etiquettes with her mother when she was a child.

At the beginning, Song Huaying was indeed distracted by this topic, and the loss in her heart gradually dissipated.

But when she talked about how she learned etiquette from her mother, her whole mood suddenly took a sharp turn, and she couldn't help crying.

"Husband, I, I miss my mother, I miss my mother so much, woo woo woo ......"

Looking at the little wife who was crying in his arms, Chen Anxin was in great pain, and scolded himself in his heart for listening to the family etiquette, isn't it good to listen to the little wife playing the piano and blowing the flute?

In the following time.

Chen An didn't say anything comforting, just silently hugged his little wife, looked at her crying little face, listened to her extremely sad cry, and felt the tremor of her Qiong's nose twitching.

When the little wife was tired of crying and vented the boredom in her heart, she performed a sleep aid to let her sleep well.

"Squeak—"

Chen An pushed the door out and left his little wife's room, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He didn't think about it anymore, and after talking to Wen Zhiyun and Gu Xinyue, he went out to Fang City alone.

Thinking of going to the treasure store and buying the copy of "Mandarin Ducks Flying Together", by the way, I asked the shopkeeper Liu there to see if there were any exercises that could prolong the life of mortals.

PS: Set the bowl and ask for a recommended ticket for a monthly pass!