After Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal arrived at the Wang family's house, he obediently followed Father Wang's instructions and sat on the sofa in the living room, not daring to move.
At that moment, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was still a little nervous … Since Father and Mother Wang were already seniors on the level of living fossils, Grandfather Wang who had suddenly appeared … in Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's eyes, this was definitely a f * * king hidden BOSS great senior at the level of the God of Creation!
"Dad, let me introduce you. This is Little Lei, Ling Ling's friend." Ling Ling's friend. "Father Wang pulled the old man over and introduced the man in white who was sitting upright on the sofa.
"Oh, so it's Ling Ling's friend!" The old man nodded.
Although the old man had Alzheimer's disease, he was still relatively normal when it didn't flare up. The old man had been a head chef for many years, and had cooked for a lot of powerful cultivators, so he could be considered to have met a lot of people of all shapes and sizes. From his appearance alone, the old man could basically guess that this man was from the cultivation world and was very strong.
Considering that the other party was from the cultivation world, the old man felt that he had to be careful with his words. Just as he was thinking about how to phrase it, the man in white jumped to his feet and shook the old man's hand excitedly. "Hello, senior, I'm Lei Mouren. Lei as in 'Tianlei', 'Mou' as in 'Mou', 'Mou' as in 'One Man'. My Daoist name is Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal. I'm very happy to meet you, senior! "
Eh … why are you calling me senior?
The old man's first reaction when he heard the man call him senior was a little dazed, but he quickly reacted.
Maybe this was the so-called etiquette in the cultivation world …
The old man wasn't in the mood to think about it, and hurriedly waved his hand for the man to sit down before he started to chat about family matters. "Little Lei, where do you usually work?"
This was just an ordinary question, but it made Lei Mouren sink into deep thought.
If he directly pointed out that he was the owner of a certain forum, it would be a little degrading! Furthermore, it would be very detrimental to building a relationship with this great senior!
Because in the eyes of most people, the owner of this kind of gossip forum was like a water army governor on the Internet; it was a pretty unprofessional profession.
Therefore, after thinking for a moment, Student Lei Mouren gave the following answer: "I am a website owner. I often receive letters from the masses and help deal with some trifling matters in the Cultivation World. Senior can understand it as … public welfare."
"That's pretty good."
The old man couldn't help but nod and exclaim in admiration, "There aren't many children who dare to think for the masses these days. It's not easy to do charity work, but as long as you follow one principle, you'll definitely succeed … "
"Senior, please guide me …"
"There's a saying, 'from the masses, to the masses' … I wonder if you've heard of it?"
"…" Lei Mouren felt that there was something strange about this sentence, but he still heaved a sigh of relief.
It looked like … he had already passed the first test!
On the side, Loopy Toad lay lazily on one side, feeling a little powerless to complain at this scene … What the hell was this deja vu of a tripartite joint hearing plus a blind date?! You're obviously here for Wang Ling, aren't you?!
After talking about work, the three men chatted happily in the living room. Mother Wang changed into her apron and smiled at the three of them. "Ling Ling texted me just now. Teacher Pan delayed the class to explain the exam papers. I might get home a little late. "
"Don't worry, I have a lot of dishes to cook tonight. By the time Ling Ling gets home, we should be able to start eating. "
The old man also stood up and strode in the direction of the kitchen.
"It wasn't easy for Little Lei to come here today, and he even brought immortal wine. Dad, you have to show off your skills this time, "Father Wang said.
"Of course." The old man waved his hand, took down the white coat hanging on the coat rack, and put it on. On the right arm of the coat, there was a glittering golden word "Special", which made the old man look like a master.
Lei Mouren was stupefied. After watching the old man enter the kitchen, he asked Father Wang in a low voice, "If I may ask, Senior Wang, what did Great Senior Wang do?"
"A chef, of course."
Father Wang's answer was light and airy.
"Chef?!" Lei Mouren's heart was instantly shaken by this answer.
A great senior who was even more of a living fossil than a living one, and had even been a chef before. Combining all these characteristics, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal almost instantly thought of one person, and that was the legendary Demon Chef of Ice and Fire!
Holy shit! What kind of valiant legendary big shot was this?!
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal looked at the old man's busy figure in the kitchen and was stunned once again …
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An hour later, the banquet was over. The Wang family's dining table was covered with all kinds of home-cooked dishes, a dazzling array of dazzling and fragrant aromas.
Mother Wang took off her apron, looked at the pendulum clock, and frowned. "Ling Ling will probably be here for a while. How about you eat first, Little Lei?"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal looked at the dishes on the table, and when he thought that they had most likely been personally made by the legendary Demon Chef of Ice and Fire, he didn't dare eat at all … instead, he did his best to think about the story behind each dish.
For example, what was the profound meaning behind the braised pork … what was the meaning behind the stir-fried spinach … what on earth did the pangolin say?
In a split second, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal felt that he had a lot to think about …
The truth was that there weren't many rules when eating at the Wang family's house, and they were usually more casual.
"Little Lei, don't be too restrained. Just feel like you're at home, eat more. " Seeing that Classmate Lei Mouren was a little uneasy, the old man hurriedly picked up a broccoli and put it in Lei Mouren's bowl.
Overwhelmed by the favor, Lei Mouren sprang to his feet. "Thank you, great senior!"
"…"
On the side, Father Wang and Mother Wang were startled. They hadn't seen Little Lei for a long time, and it seemed that he had become a lot more noisy. He would suddenly become startled, and they didn't know where he had been provoked.
The couple stared at Classmate Lei Mouren. After he sat down again, he picked up his bowl with both hands and started to stare at a broccoli emerald in deep thought, as if he were looking at an exquisite antique.
A … broccoli?
Why did great senior pick up a broccoli for me? What on earth was the profound meaning behind this?
Classmate Lei Mouren cupped his chin as he pondered.
"Little Lei, why aren't you eating? Isn't it to your taste? " Seeing this, Grandfather Wang hurriedly scooped up another bowl of soup. "Sour things can stimulate your appetite. Here, try my tomato egg soup."
A bowl … of tomato egg soup?
Why did great senior give me another bowl of tomato egg soup? What on earth was the profound meaning behind this?
At that moment, Classmate Lei Mouren felt very distressed and bewildered.
He couldn't help sighing.
All these years, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had believed that he had traveled the cultivation world unhindered and solved countless cultivation puzzles. But at that very moment, he was deeply aware that all the comprehension he had worked so hard to cultivate had gone to waste … If he couldn't even figure out this little hint from great senior, it looked like his cultivation was completely lacking!
Looking at the broccoli and tomato egg soup, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal couldn't help sighing …
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