How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

"Haha, it's nothing, it's nothing!"

Hei Yang Hong Li quickly waved her hand.

"Um, I'll go pilot the spaceship to land!"

Hei Yang raised his hand and said, "I have quite a bit of experience with this."

"Ha, then I'll go check on the elderly folks!"

Hongli raised her hand and said, "My parents have prepared accommodations for everyone."

"Yes, yes, we bought two restaurants!"

"I think I saw Xiao Huo and the others in that direction. Damn it, they're still happily shopping!"

"Let them shop if they want."

"Hey, Hei Yang, you should side with me! Quickly join me in condemning them!"

"Heh, my slap should have been aimed at your head."

"Next time I'll put a razor blade in my skull, and if you dare hit me again, I'll cut your hand!"

"Damn, what kind of bio-engineered razor-blade human is this...?"

.........

Hei Yang landed the spaceship on a large open space near Yang Li's house—that land also belonged to the two of them.

I was originally planning to scatter some seeds and plant some vegetables or flowers in that open space, then lie on a deck chair and enjoy the fresh, natural air while living a rural life.

As a result, the two lazybones still haven't bought any seeds, let alone any pastoral scenery.

In fact, there were several times when they even passed by the seed shops but were too lazy to go in and take a look.

The thought of having to choose something inside seems like a lot of trouble.

By the end of the day, just deciding what to eat had already taken up a lot of their energy!

And so, this land was left to lie fallow, and now it has become the landing spot for their spaceship when their friends visit.

Yes, this was actually part of Hei Yang Hong Li's calculations! (Confirmed)

After landing, Yao Qingkong and Yin Zisheng, eager to return home, said goodbye and flew towards the Medicine King Sect.

Elder Piao was left behind to await Hei Yang's professional treatment.

However, Hei Yang Hongli thought it best to send the chefs over first, and then talk about other things.

Elder Piao A Piao thought about it and agreed that it made sense, since the current situation was that he needed help from Hei Yang Hong Li, and Hei Yang Hong Li needed help from those old folks.

The priority is obvious!

Then Elder Piao heard that Hong Butian had also returned, and not only that, but he had also gotten together with Zhao Zhuji. With his gossip fire burning, Elder Piao turned around and floated towards Hong Butian's house.

He doesn't need anyone to guide him; he knows Hong Butian's house very well!

However, those "grandpas and grandmas" who actually looked to be in their late twenties or early thirties were as excited and thrilled as elementary school students on a spring outing.

After all, in their eyes, they had taken a huge advantage over Hei Yang Hong Li!

Ingredients for the Nascent Soul stage!

There was even a dragon among them!

Having lived in the Five Elements Sect for so many years, they have handled countless precious ingredients, but they have never had the opportunity to come into contact with such a high-end ingredient.

After all, a year ago, the Five Elements Sect didn't even have a Nascent Soul stage!

Hei Yang Hong Li's willingness to let them handle such high-grade ingredients is like a martial arts master watching a peerless martial arts manual or a master blacksmith forging a village sword +18—their professional experience points will skyrocket!

While they're cooking, they'll "process Nascent Soul stage ingredients once, gaining 999999 cooking experience points," and by the time they finish cooking, their cooking skills will have improved dramatically!

What Hei Yang Hong Li didn't know was that after hearing that the two of them wanted to find someone to handle that kind of ingredient, the chefs in the sect's canteen held a fierce cooking competition, with everyone displaying their unique skills.

It's all to select a master chef, a little master chef, capable of handling the legendary ingredients... cough cough...

Although in the end, because everyone was a long-time colleague and knew each other's backgrounds, they were all equally matched, making it impossible to determine a winner.

Your Little Master score is higher than mine?

Ha, it's just a difference in taste. If someone else tried it, I would definitely win. I, Xiao Fugui, am not convinced!

In short, since no one could find any divine tongue to make a fair judgment, after heated discussions and careful deliberation, everyone finally came up with a perfect solution—everyone went together!

Well, the chefs thought it was perfect, but the sect disciples and elders were dumbfounded.

If all the cafeteria ladies and gentlemen skip work, what will happen to them?

They can't all rush to Five Colors City to freeload, can they? It's a celebration of their sect leader's wedding.

However, considering that this might cause one or two guys to turn evil on the spot and go berserk, causing bloodshed, everyone gave up on this suicidal idea.

Finally, after a grand vote by the disciples, these top-tier chefs were selected as the best of the best and the most outstanding chefs among the top-tier chefs to come to Five Colors City as a delegation, with an almost pilgrimage mentality!

They were completely unaware of the undercurrents and turmoil behind the scenes. All they knew was that when they brought everyone into the "Yang Li Grand Restaurant" and took out a small portion of the ingredients, the situation immediately spiraled out of control into a biohazard.

Men, women, and children, their eyes red, rushed towards the carnage, wielding sharp kitchen knives.

When they got close, they became quite reserved, as if it were some very precious treasure, afraid of getting too close and damaging the food.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Hong Li casually swung the rope of the storage bag around one finger, waving her hand dismissively and saying, "It's okay, it's okay, those are fine. If we break those, we can have plenty more."

"Hey, you're provoking people like that."

Hei Yang couldn't help but pat Hong Li on the shoulder and said speechlessly, "Try to tone it down a bit!"

"Uh... well."

Hongli smiled sheepishly, turned to look at Zhang San and Li Si who hadn't appeared in a long time, and said with a smile, "Then I'll leave this place in your care, Uncle Zhang and Uncle Li."

"Don't worry, young mistress!"

Although he hasn't made an appearance yet, Zhang San and Li Si, who have been getting promotions and raises and are now bosses, patted their chests with smiles and made their promises.

"Go ahead and get busy, leave everyone here to us. We promise, we promise what again..."

"We guarantee you'll feel right at home!"

Someone nearby reminded him.

"Oh, right, right, I'll make sure they feel right at home, hehe!"

"thanks!"

Hei Yang Hong Li walked out of the restaurant and headed towards Bu Tian Ge's house. Next up was Elder Piao A Piao's simple treatment!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 334 After hearing that his parents were coming back, he always subconsciously wanted to destroy some evidence.

"squeak"

Hong Butian pushed open the door to his room. The familiar room made him feel disoriented for a moment, and long-sealed memories were unearthed along with the room.

The wooden furniture, though old, was spotless, indicating it was frequently wiped down. His parents knew he would return someday, and in reality, he hadn't been gone for very long.

Even less than the time his father spent away from home when he was young and working hard. His father often mentions those stories at the dinner table, saying that they are memories of his youth.

For some unknown reason, Hong Butian smiled slightly, until he saw a letter lying on the table, at which point his smile froze.

He pulled out the nearly crumpled envelope, which had clearly been read time and time again, yet it remained where he had left the letter when he left home.

It seems that this way, the day of parting can be repeated again and again, and every day before opening the envelope, it is as if the son is still fast asleep in the house.

As I opened the envelope, my son's laughter reached my ears: "Mom and Dad, I'm going out for a bit, I'll be right back."

"Tick-tock"

Something dripped down, and Hong Butian put his arm in front of his forehead and slowly put the letter back.

It's as if those longing moments wouldn't exist if I didn't open it.

But time keeps flowing, and that can't be faked.

Then, as if remembering something, a complex emotion flashed in Hong Butian's eyes. A ring was placed on the table, in the same spot where it had been before.

However, at this time, it would no longer jump up in a fit of rage like before, and argue with Hong Butian with a trembling voice.

"crash"

The door was gently pushed open again, and Zhao Zhuji peeked out, asking somewhat cautiously, "May I come in? Is this your room?"

"of course can."

Hong Butian nodded and chuckled, "It's my bedroom, well, it's also my study."

After all, not everyone is like his cousin, who specially set up a small room to store their books.

His father did have his own study, but Hong Butian rarely went there, as the contents of the books there didn't appeal to him much.

Even some books of strange tales that record anecdotes and stories couldn't bring him as much pleasure as practicing marksmanship for a few hours.

Practicing martial arts was his favorite thing, and his second favorite thing was sitting on the steps watching Xiao Yang and Xiao Li occasionally run over and playfully fight each other.