How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

Clothing: [Women's Floral Fragrance Tank Top]

Introduction: In the southwest of the roaming world...

"Ha, why would a guy like me look at so many women's clothing designs?"

Hei Yang raised his head with a righteous expression: "Do you think I would make them and then give them to the girl I like to wear?"

Am I supposed to imagine a certain Li wearing these clothes in my mind?

"Ha, what a joke, utterly boring, using this to test cadres?"

Hei Yang snorted coldly, wiped his nose, flipped the encyclopedia to the first page and started looking at it again, his expression serious and earnest.

I didn't mean anything by it; I just wanted to learn another skill. After all, it's always good to have more skills!

……

Item: [Menton Food Supplement Illustrated Guide: Journey Through the World]

Quality: white

Introduction: Mondon is a culinary master whose philosophy is... to solve various human health problems with food... to solve all problems with delicious food...

Recipe: Braised Rice with Baby Flamingo Trees

Introduction: In the southwestern part of the Exploration Realm...

Effects: Strengthens male virility and tonifies the kidneys

……

Recipe: [Snow Mountain Pigeon Soup]

Description: In the northern part of the Exploration Realm...

Effects: Promotes development and enhances body shape...

"Mother?"

Little Fire called out tremblingly to Hong Li, whose expression was strange, "What are you thinking about?"

"Ah, nothing..."

Hongli stared at the little fire and nodded: "I'm serious!"

"Then why did you wake up so early in the morning...?"

Xiao Huo asked cautiously, "You kept looking at me with that strange, scary look?"

"Ah? Where is it?"

Hongli shook her head: "You're overthinking it!"

"Then why is there drool at the corner of your mouth...?"

"Oh, you've mistaken me for someone else."

"no……"

"Ok?"

"Yes, I definitely misread it!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 80 Those joyful times, I will never forget!

Should I just go in?

Hei Yang looked at Hei Changhong with suspicion and asked cautiously, "Second Grandfather and Brother Hei Chen, what are their specific situations?"

If I, a stranger, were to suddenly appear before them, would it upset them?

"Oh, you don't need to worry about that."

Hei Changhong sighed and gently pushed open the door: "You'll understand when you see them."

"Um……"

Hei Yang nodded and followed Hei Changhong into the house.

The temperature inside the cabin was just right, the air was fresh, and the morning sun shone through the window onto an old man and a young boy sitting quietly.

Several elderly members of the Hei family, including uncles and aunts, moved quietly through the house, skillfully cleaning and tidying up.

An elderly woman, who looked no younger than sixty, was bending over with difficulty, carrying a steaming bowl of soup, a bright smile like that of a young girl on her face: "Dad, open your mouth, ah—"

The old man called "Dad" turned his head and stared straight at the old woman, his eyes full of doubt and confusion. After a long while, he nodded and said, "Ah—"

"Yes, Dad is the best."

The old woman took back the porcelain spoon and scooped up another small spoonful of soup: "Try it again!"

"Hehe, hehe..."

The old man laughed, his voice slightly hoarse, as if he were a child being praised, his eyes shining with a hazy light.

On the other side, another elderly woman gently wiped food crumbs from the corners of the blank-faced young man's mouth, murmuring as if in a dream: "Black water, big sailboat, carrying my little Chen, swaying gently, little broken bridge, leading to sweet dreams with family..."

The melody wasn't particularly beautiful, but the woman's voice was exceptionally gentle, just like when she used to coax her son to sleep when he was a child, hoping to bring a few ripples to his empty eyes.

But no matter what the woman did, the young man remained unmoved. His expression gave the impression of being detached from the world, and his eyes seemed to belong to a small animal, or some other creature...

It resembles everything except Hei Chen, the former head of the Hei family.

Hei Yang quietly looked into the room, and for a moment felt that the atmosphere inside was somewhat suffocating. It took him a while to realize that he hadn't dared to breathe.

"I remember when I was little, I was most afraid of my grandfather."

Hei Changhong said softly, "It's not that he likes to beat or scold the children, but he always has a frightening aura about him, the oppressive feeling of the head of the family."

After that incident, Grandpa seemed to suddenly become gentler; the oppressive feeling disappeared, but his personality remained dignified.

Even as his mind deteriorated to that of a child, he remained quiet and still, never crying or making a fuss, as if he didn't want us to worry about him.

But I really want Grandpa to trouble us..."

"He is also my second grandfather."

Hei Yang nodded slightly, looking at the dazed young man: "What about Brother Hei Chen? His condition seems... to me, even more serious..."

"Who knows?"

Hei Changhong took a deep breath and fell into reminiscence: "It's been like this ever since that day. Sometimes people even doubt that Brother Hei Chen is gone, and all that's left is an empty shell..."

Hei Changhong was forced to stop halfway through his sentence.

The old woman who had just wiped Hei Chen's mouth was now standing in front of him, staring at him silently.

She neither scolded nor cried out; the old woman simply looked at Hei Changhong with slightly red eyes, and he felt a heavy pressure.

His Adam's apple bobbed unconsciously, beads of sweat slid down his dark hair, and his voice was hoarse, his face full of apology: "I'm so sorry, Aunt Jia, I didn't mean to say that..."

"My son is still alive."

The old woman, called Aunt Jia, spoke as if in a whisper, yet her tone was undeniably authoritative: "Xiao Chen is right here!"

"Yes, you're right!"

Hei Changhong said humbly, "It's all because my eyesight is bad, I didn't see my cousin Hei Chen..."

"Be more careful next time!"

The old woman snorted coldly, turned around to look at her son, and her gaze softened again, her love seemingly about to overwhelm him.

Ignoring the embarrassed Hei Changhong, Hei Yang quietly walked to his second grandfather's side and called out, "Second Grandfather?"

"You are……"

Second Grandfather turned his head in confusion: "Brother Xiaofeng?"

"Black Howling Wind is my grandfather."

"Then you are, Mu Guang?"

"That's my dad."

"Oh, that's how it is……"

Second Grandfather nodded thoughtfully: "You are Mu Guang's son..."

"Dad, are you awake again?"

The old woman's eyes lit up, and she exclaimed with delight, "It's me, Xiao Ran!"

"what---"

The second grandfather ignored the old woman and was pondering something: "Hmm, Mu Guang's son, if that's the case, I should call you younger brother!"

"Nah."

Hei Yang sighed and smiled wryly, "I'm your grandson, how come I'm your younger brother?"

"No, no."

Second Grandfather retorted seriously, "You don't even understand such a simple common sense thing as your father's father being called mother and your mother's son being called aunt?"