As soon as Old Man Wang entered the villa, he went to look for the toilet. He had ridden his little tricycle all the way here, and was really suffocating. The old man was close to seventy years old, but he was still in good health. Apart from his worsening dementia, all his other bodily functions were normal after a formal physical examination at the cultivation hospital.
But although they had severe dementia, Father and Mother Wang definitely weren't worried that the old man would lose them … because Wang Ling had blessed the old man's little tricycle with the ability to automatically lead the way. And most importantly, it didn't take the old man any effort to ride it.
Otherwise, it would have been impossible for the old man to ride all the way here from the suburbs of a neighboring city …
Hearing that the old man was here, Father Wang hurriedly finished what he was doing. In the Wang family, apart from Mother Wang and Wang Ling in a rage, the old man was the only person who could inspire awe in Father Wang. Wang Ling remembered that when his grandmother had still been alive, Father Wang had actually been more afraid of her. Unfortunately, she had passed away before Wang Ling was born. It was said that she had a terminal illness.
At that time, Father Wang had been heartbroken for a long time. Until Wang Ling was born, Father Wang had constantly fantasized that if Wang Ling had been born a few years earlier, perhaps she wouldn't have died.
Unfortunately, there were no ifs in life, and every day was a live broadcast …
Old Man Wang's dementia had also been diagnosed when Wang Ling's grandmother had passed away. When he was young, Old Man Wang had been a dissolute person who owed a lot of romantic debts. Among them, his first wife had been the one he loved the most. So Wang Ling's grandmother's passing had been a huge blow to the old man.
In the living room, Father Wang lit a cigarette. "Have you made a reservation for tonight's restaurant?"
Mother Wang nodded. "We've already made a reservation at Kikkata Floor. It was originally going to be at Masterchef's Little Store, but the owner has been busy recently. And I heard that the price of egg fried rice has gone up again! It used to be 288 yuan, but now it's actually 988 yuan! This is daylight robbery! "
Wang Ling: "…"
Wang Ling knew that there was a place called Masterchef's Little Store that had been very popular recently. With just a bowl of egg fried rice, this little-known little store had attracted countless heavyweight customers, and food experts from all over the world were scrambling to promote it.
Wang Ling felt that this kind of boss was very suspicious. He was either an old senior in the Cultivation World or a big shot who had traveled through time … If he wasn't, then it was very likely that he carried some kind of system with him and received the power of the system! The subject of portable systems wasn't new, and Wang Ling knew that Wang Ming had been working on it for the last few years. Currently, he had already invented a number of portable systems and was conducting secret experiments in various locations.
"Forget it, Kikkaro is not bad either."
Father Wang glanced at the small tricycle parked in the back garden. "Why are there so many apples?"
"Dad brought it. He remembered that Ling Ling liked oranges when he was little, but unfortunately he brought the wrong one …"
"…" Father Wang covered his face and sighed in his heart: Dad's dementia is really getting worse!
And it seemed that … his constipation was a little serious! He went into the toilet for a long time and didn't come out …
Wang Ling felt very helpless about this. Given his current ability, he could easily wipe out the cancer cells in his body, but … he couldn't cure a neurological disease like Alzheimer's.
Moreover, Old Man Wang's dementia was very complicated. It was completely caused by his mental illness. If it was a problem with his body's functions, Wang Ling could directly treat it. When it came to orthopedics, in particular, Wang Ling's treatment methods were superb, and after several years of development, he had already completely surpassed German orthopedics!
Not long after, there was the sound of a toilet flushing, and the old man came out unhurriedly. When he came to the living room, the old man grasped Wang Ling's hand and looked at him strangely. "Jiao, it's only been a few months since I last saw you, how come you've become so much younger? Did you secretly eat a youth-retaining pill again … there's a preservative in that thing! "
"…"
Father Wang: "Dad! … I'm your son! "
Old Man Wang was dazed for a moment, then patted his head. "Oh! Right, right, right! You're my son! Then this kid … is Jingke?! Where's our Ling Ling? "
"…"
Old Man Wang was a very mischievous person. When Wang Ling had come in earlier, his dementia had indeed flared up. But now, Wang Ling could tell at a glance that the old man was faking it. This trick could fool Father Wang and Mother Wang, but it couldn't fool Wang Ling.
Seeing the look in Wang Ling's eyes, Father and Mother Wang immediately understood. "Dad, you're already so old, but you still like to joke."
Seeing that his trick had been seen through, the old man chuckled. "In the end, our Ling Ling is still the best. By the way … what are we going to do tonight? "
"Dad, we're going to a restaurant, we've already made reservations. We've been waiting for you. "
"No, no, no, what restaurant? It's expensive. Do we have food at home?" Old Man Wang asked.
"Yes …"
"That's good enough!" The old man took off his black cloth cap to reveal his big bald head and rolled up his sleeves. "None of you move tonight, let me show you what I can do."
"Dad, I think you shouldn't waste your energy … what if your dementia flares up again while you're cooking?"
"What does dementia have to do with me cooking?! Even if I forget all of you, I won't forget how to cook! "the old man said angrily.
When it came to cooking, Old Man Wang was unusually stubborn. That was because before he retired, he had been a chef in a star-rated cultivation hotel for more than forty years. Even if the old man cooked three meals a day for three hundred and sixty-five days, as long as he had enough ingredients, there wouldn't be any repetition of the dishes.
The old man was an extraordinary person. Back when he had been all-powerful in the culinary world, he had taken in many disciples, big and small. He had followed the theory of happy cooking, which had been taught to him by his shifu. As for who the shifu was, even Wang Ling didn't know. Because the old man was suffering from dementia, his memories of the past were a lot messed up, and even a memory search might not be able to find any useful clues. On the other hand, a forced search might worsen the old man's dementia.
After all, the target was his own grandfather … even if Wang Ling was very curious, he wasn't that nosy.
"None of you move today. I'm old and my brain isn't working well, but my body is still strong. My good grandson has participated in four days of activities, look how thin he's become! " The old man stared at Wang Ling and smiled, then skillfully took off the apron that Mother Wang had hung behind the kitchen door and tied it around his waist.
"Dad, do you need help?"
"Find me the oil, salt, sauces and whatnot, and help me see what we have in the house."
"There's spinach and carrots in the fridge, and some pork …"
"Mm, I saw bananas on the living room table, we can make a fruit platter later. Back then, my angry bananas were the best! "
The old man opened the fridge and his eyes lit up. "Pig ears? Mm … not bad, braised pig ears in sauce! "
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