I Alone Am Immortal: My Rebirth and Leisurely Cultivation

Chapter 30 Father

In the bustling streets of the market, most people would frequently turn their heads to look at the young couple coming from the north.

The young people were instantly envious after just one glance, but the older women and men didn't know how to be discreet and just stared straight at each other.

Even stop and look!

In the middle of the road, two overlapping figures cut through the morning light.

Jiang Yingzhu carried Li Yan on her back with a tense expression, walking briskly. The boy's drooping fingertips hovered just above her ponytail, which swayed with her steps, as if measuring some unspoken standard.

Then, laughing and swaying, the crowd on both sides automatically parted and stared at them.

"Alright, we agreed to only carry 100 meters."

"I haven't even counted to one hundred yet,"

Jiang Yingzhu was full of questions, and the veins on her forehead were throbbing. "Believe it or not, I'll throw you down here."

"Don't!"

Li Yan quickly got out of the car and patted it.

"Next time, tie your hair in pigtails so I can sit more steadily."

"Huh?!!" Jiang Yingzhu was stunned for a moment, then her face turned bright red. "Li Yan! I'll kill you!!"

With that, she picked up the vegetables and chased after the boy who was running away.

"It's great to be young."

On the other side, a middle-aged man who had come out early spoke, glancing at his wife beside him.

His wife touched her hair and rolled her eyes at him.

"Come on, come with me to get pigtails,"

The middle-aged man shuddered and shook his head repeatedly, unsure how to refuse.

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Back home, the two put the groceries away, and Li Yan glanced at the time.

Did Mengmeng say what time she would arrive?

"I don't know, let me ask." Jiang Yingzhu fiddled with her phone. "They leave at eleven o'clock and will be there in half an hour."

"It's ten o'clock now, we can start preparing. Can you help me wash all the vegetables?"

"Oh."

So Jiang Yingzhu took the vegetables to clean them, while Li Yan dealt with the meat.

There were four people at noon, and he prepared six dishes, which should be enough.

Two pounds of beef, one pound cut against the grain into thin slices so thin you can see your fingers.

With divine consciousness, he found it incredibly easy to accomplish this.

I wonder what the cultivators of the Tianxuan Continent would think if they knew he was using his divine sense to bully the elderly, buy groceries, and cook for them.

Add soy sauce, oyster sauce, salt, pepper, and cornstarch to the chopped beef and mix well. Then add a spoonful of oil to lock in the moisture and marinate for 15 minutes.

Meanwhile, Li Yan cut another pound of beef ribs into small pieces, soaked them in cold water, and prepared to make a pot of white radish and beef soup.

After preparing two slightly more elaborate dishes, he also prepared Xiaoqingmei's favorite stir-fried pork.

Then came the sweet potato starch noodles with shredded pork that Mei Mengqian often ate, as I remember it.

Whether sweet potato noodles with shredded pork is delicious or not depends entirely on the texture of the sweet potato noodles and the kimchi inside.

Therefore, Li Yan only bought the most expensive items, since he couldn't tell the difference in quality.

So I can only filter by price, hoping not to get ripped off.

Soak the dried sweet potato noodles in hot water, then turned to Jiang Yingzhu and said, "Give me the cucumber, radish, and bell pepper."

Prepare your Kung Pao Chicken, and finally some bok choy. The time is just right, so start stir-frying.

Heat the pan with cold oil, add the marinated beef, and stir-fry quickly over high heat. The beef in his mind quickly changes color and is cooked through. Li Yan immediately stops, removes the beef, and drains the oil.

If you want the beef to be tender, you can't stir-fry it for too long; it should be cooked to about three-quarters done.

He used to have trouble judging the ripeness; by the time he saw the color change, it was already overripe.

Overcooked beef doesn't taste good. Yellow cattle have long fibers that are prone to becoming tough, which is why they are often sliced ​​and stir-fried.

Rare steak, compared to Western steak, is cooked to the point where blood can flow out when cut open.

So when it comes to food, Chinese people are no less knowledgeable than Westerners.

However, if asked which one tastes better, Li Yan still thinks the stir-fried version is the best.

Leave the oil in the pan, add minced garlic, pickled wild chili peppers, and green peppers to sauté until fragrant. Then add the beef, a little sugar, light soy sauce, and oyster sauce, stir-fry briefly, and plate.

"It smells so good, let me taste it to see if it's cooked."

Jiang Yingzhu, who was watching from the side, immediately jumped out and grabbed a piece.

"Hmm—not bad, when did you become such a good cook?"

"I was born with knowledge."

"Then your dad is pretty awesome."

So you have no sense of martial ethics?

Make the stir-fried pork less salty for the next dish.

Just as the five stir-fried dishes were ready and the beef and radish soup was almost done, Jiang Yingzhu's phone rang.

"They've arrived at the bus stop at the entrance. Go down and meet them, I'll set up the table."

Li Yan could tell that she was probably trying to put on an act, and even straightened her apron, so he readily agreed.

"Just say it, and you'll understand!"

"what is it call?"

"father."

"Say it again?" Jiang Yingzhu stared at him, took out her phone, and dialed Lao Deng's number.

The call was answered instantly, and Jiang Ye's questioning voice came through, "Zhuzhu?" "."

After a moment of silence, Jiang Yingzhu raised an eyebrow.

"Zhuzhu, why aren't you saying anything?"

Unable to afford to offend him, Li Yan slipped away.

Jiang Yingzhu snorted, "You're done, I'm hanging up."

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The gate of the community.

As soon as Li Yan stepped out, he saw two women, one tall and one short, who were exceptionally attractive.

The two stood beside a car on the roadside, looking like a scenic view.

"Aunt Ye, Mengmeng, over here."

He walked over and greeted them, then glanced at the BMW in the distance.

"There are parking spaces inside, Auntie, please drive your car in."

"No, it's alright to stop here for a bit," Ye Qian said, her eyes darting around.

She actually has a bit of a poor sense of direction, so she tries to avoid parking in places that are not well-marked and complicated, such as parking lots in her residential complex.

Mei Mengqian knew this, chuckled to herself, nodded slightly to Li Yan, and then curiously looked around.

Her eyes lit up as she matched the surrounding environment with the descriptions in the letters she remembered.

This made Li Yan feel a little strange.

She seemed more curious and even a little excited than usual.

With his divine sense, even without releasing it, Li Yan's perception was much stronger.

"Then, Auntie, I'll take you inside."

Li Yan nodded and led the two inside.

"Li Yan, do you live here too?"

"Yes, my family and Jiang Yingzhu's family are neighbors."

Li Yan nodded; the two had been from the same village since they were children.

However, when the village was demolished, the Li family had a large number of members. His father had an older brother and a younger brother and sister. They had to reserve housing for his grandparents, so naturally, they couldn't get much of the remaining money.

Li Yan remembers that because of this incident, every time he went back to visit his parents, the whole family would argue and bring up old grievances, to the point that he didn't want to go back anymore.

Jiang Yingzhu's father, being an only child, had a much simpler situation.

The house here was rented by Li Yan's family and Jiang Yingzhu's parents when they were working together to make a living in the past.

After Jiang Yingzhu's mother passed away, Jiang Ye bought the house here.

Thinking of this, Li Yan recalled that when he was in his senior year of high school in his previous life, this area was also slated for demolition.

This is still a school district property, and although it's old, that doesn't affect its price.

Hopefully, Lao Li will be more ambitious and buy this house!
Ye Qian looked around the neighborhood for a while, and when she saw Li Yan stop, she realized that they had already arrived in front of a building.

"So close?" she asked in surprise.

"Yes, we live on the second floor. It's convenient to go up and down. Be careful of the steps."

Li Yan led the two to the second floor and found the door to room 202, which was open, and they entered.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw Jiang Yingzhu from the dining room placing soup on the table.

"Wow, Zhuzhu is so amazing! She can even cook!" Ye Qian exclaimed in surprise as she looked at the six dishes on the table and smelled their delicious aroma.

"Hehe, Aunt Ye, Mengmeng, come in quickly, no need to change your shoes."

Li Yan rolled his eyes and helped prepare the disposable bowls and chopsticks.

"Let's eat first. Everything's ready anyway. After you finish eating, Auntie, you can go next door with Jiang Yingzhu to take a look."

Mei Mengqian looked at the two working together so well and felt a little envious.

She wished she had a friend like that.

But the thought of living here in the future cheered her up.

There will be!
Ye Qian felt embarrassed, as she had planned to take the children out to eat.

Little did they know that these two children would give them a big surprise.

"Thank you for your trouble." After sitting down, Ye Qian looked at the table full of delicious-looking dishes and said.

“No,” Jiang Yingzhu waved her hand dismissively.

"She didn't have any, so she just washed the vegetables, cooked some rice, and set the table."

"Huh?" Ye Qian was taken aback, looked at Li Yan, her pupils trembling slightly, "You did this?!"

“I made it too!” Jiang Yingzhu retorted, pointing to the soup in the middle, “I added the salt to this soup.”

Upon seeing this, everyone chuckled.

Only after Li Yanjiang and Yingzhu started eating did Ye Qian and her daughter begin to eat.

Mei Mengqian glanced suspiciously at the sweet potato starch and shredded pork dish laid out in front of her, then nudged Jiang Yingzhu.

Then she glanced at Li Yan.

Strange, I don't think I've ever told Zhuzhu this.

It was not mentioned in the letter.
Could this be fate?!

The artistic young woman, already feeling a bit tipsy, thought to herself. Her appetite had increased, yet she was even less inclined to pick up the dish.

Li Yan was puzzled. Was it not tasty, or had he remembered it wrong?

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