Starting as an infant, with parents who are blond-haired delinquents?

Following the other party's instructions, wash it clean and cut it into pieces for later use.

One cook, one head chef, two hours, one meal.

Boiled shrimp, abalone chicken soup, poached chicken, pickled cabbage and pork intestines... but the most important dish is the main attraction: seafood meat in sauce.

After going through the traditional procedures from previous years, and setting aside the unnecessary formalities, everyone began to eat.

"Taste it!"

Old Chen picked up a piece of seafood meat with sauce for Tan Yue and Zhang Chaoqiang.

Zhang Chaoqiang picked up his chopsticks and put the food in his mouth. He was instantly amazed, and his eyebrows danced wildly without him even realizing it.

An exclamation mark appeared between his eyebrows.

too delicious!

It melts in your mouth, with an exquisitely pure and fresh flavor, without a trace of fishiness. The special sauce serves as a perfect finishing touch, adding the finishing touch to the dish.

Having already benefited from the nourishment of demon beast meat, ordinary demon beast meat no longer had a significant effect on Zhang Chaoqiang's spiritual power.

But this can definitely be called a delicious dish.

At least he had never tasted such a delicacy.

After trying it, Zhang Huolong immediately stepped up his pace and put a piece on Shen Qiangwei's plate.

They had eaten snake demon meat before, which Zhang Chaoqiang brought back from Tan Yue. It was dry, tough, and had a fishy smell. But the meat that Lao Chen cooked this time was completely different!

He was still savoring the taste, muttering, "Wife, you have to try it! Old Chen's cooking is absolutely amazing!"

"Absolutely fantastic!"

Old Chen basked in the adulation, his face remaining calm and composed, as if he had been receiving praise every day of his life and had long since become immune to comparisons.

In reality, he was secretly delighted. On the other hand, Tan Yue, who had never given him any feedback before, was now enjoying the food every day.

However, after carefully tasting tonight's New Year's Eve dinner, he even nodded slyly and happily: "Grandpa Chen's cooking today was so delicious!"

Old Chen thought to himself that it must be due to environmental factors.

Thinking of this, he put down his chopsticks and sighed inwardly, secretly comparing Zhang Chaoqiang and Tan Yue.

A good family atmosphere and environment are essential for a child's healthy growth.

It should be the most important.

The "environment" here doesn't necessarily refer to a family's economic situation or level of affluence...

Regardless, I must strive to make Tan Yue feel warm and cared for. I've never had children, and I'm just a wage earner…

But he had already been treating Tan Yue as his granddaughter.

Around 8 o'clock, when the New Year's Eve dinner was in its second half, the plate of braised sea cucumber meat had long been devoured.

A series of crackling sounds came from downstairs. Tan Yue put down her chopsticks, turned her head and looked at Zhang Chaoqiang for a long time, her eyes filled with questions.

Fireworks and firecrackers are being set off in the neighborhood.

Zhang Chaoqiang answered calmly.

"I want to release it too!"

"Girls love dazzling fireworks, so I bought a lot and put them under the coffee table. Chaoqiang, why don't you go with Tan Yue to set off the fireworks?" Shen Qiangwei said thoughtfully.

Reluctantly leaving the task of washing dishes to Shen Qiangwei and Zhang Huolong, Old Chen and the two children carried a large red plastic bag filled with fireworks.

In the open space of the residential area, away from the greenery, there is a designated area for setting off fireworks and firecrackers.

The residents were orderly as adults and children set off small fireworks on New Year's Eve, and afterwards they cleaned up the places they had used and restored them to their original state.

Tan Yue wasn't afraid of using fire, but Old Chen was a little worried and always insisted on lighting it for her.

Crackle, boom boom boom...

The cone-shaped spray of fireworks transformed into a dazzling display of light, like a fiery tree in full bloom, followed by the soft sound of firecrackers.

Many children were playing around, and some preferred the tension and power of firecrackers to fireworks.

They covered the firecracker with a stainless steel bowl, and with a bang, the firecracker blew it two or three meters high, with the occasional sound of its parents scolding it.

Zhang Huolong and Shen Qiangwei also came downstairs, and they accompanied Tan Yue to set off fireworks.

Tan Yue jogged over and tugged at Zhang Chaoqiang's sleeve: "Zhang Chaoqiang, come and play too!"

"You play, I'll paint." He had already fixed the canvas and easel, and the color box was neat, which is extremely rare among artists.

"Draw me?" Tan Yue was immersed in the lively and joyful festival atmosphere.

"Painting Masters".

Old Chen sat next to Zhang Chaoqiang, watching a painting being executed from the first stroke to the last.

Shen Qiangwei accompanied Tan Yue to set off the fireworks. Actually, she was also a little scared, but she couldn't lose face in front of the children.

He held Tan Yue's small hand tightly, squatted down in a horse stance, turned his head away to avoid her, and stretched out his arm to hold one end of the incense stick.

The other burning end was placed on the fuse, and a hissing light flashed. He grabbed Tan Yue and ran seven or eight meters before stopping to watch.

Tan Yue held Shen Qiangwei's slightly rough hand tightly.

At that moment, she looked up at Shen Qiangwei with her eyes slightly lowered, while Shen Qiangwei was glancing at Zhang Chaoqiang, who was painting.

The fireworks went unnoticed for a moment...

Zhang Huolong still has a childlike heart; he deliberately approaches lone children who are setting off firecrackers.

A mischievous thought emerged.

boom.

The noise Zhang Huolong made startled several children who were lighting firecrackers, and they ran away.

After several rounds of this, the other person almost broke down, nearly crying out, "What are you doing? You scared me again..."

Seeing that the other party intended to complain, Zhang Huolong fled.

Around nine o'clock, more and more people came down to exercise after dinner.

The children's fireworks became increasingly diverse. They used bricks to support a type of launcher called a "rocket launcher," which was similar to a powerful version of a double-bang firework.

The problem was that, due to the considerable recoil, the rocket launcher, which had been standing upright, tilted and fell over in an instant.

It was fired at a three- or four-year-old child near Old Chen.

At that moment, his pupils gradually became clear.

Chapter 50 The Responsibility Behind Stability

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

At the critical moment, witnesses around them saw a firework shell about to hit the three-year-old child's face, and he had no way to dodge it.

The next second, the firework missed its target, flying in a long arc towards the ground in the distance before exploding again.

Everyone was astonished, because they saw that Old Chen, an old man over seventy years old, was holding the child's body right next to Zhang Chaoqiang, who was engrossed in painting.

With a sudden pull, Old Chen pushed the child out, and the child immediately started running with small, shuffling steps, wailing loudly. The parents, looking anxious and flustered, quickly thanked Old Chen and took the child away.

At the same time, Zhang Huolong gritted his teeth and circled around to the location of the rocket launcher fireworks. Carefully and anxiously, he straightened the rocket launcher, which was continuously firing fireworks, adding a few more bricks to secure it. Only then did he mutter a complaint:

"Which little brat sets off fireworks like that?"

Suddenly, cries and screams rang out from nearby; it was the sound of parents disciplining their careless children with whips.

Old Chen's agile and almost elusive figure just now left a deep impression on everyone present.

People sighed inwardly, thinking that this must be a highly skilled martial artist, otherwise, he could not have such speed.

In the years that followed, people paid more or less attention to Old Chen's behavior, and their eyes inevitably showed admiration or envy.

Having drawn all the attention, Zhang Huolong and Shen Qiangwei praised Old Chen, saying, "Old Chen, you've been keeping a low profile!"

They naturally knew that the other party was a martial artist, but without seeing the difference between them with their own eyes, they always thought that there was not much difference between ordinary people and martial artists.

But what Lao Chen just showed was far beyond the scope of ordinary people.

Tan Yue ran over and shook Old Chen's arm. She had rarely seen Old Chen fight, and said in her ethereal voice, "Grandpa Chen is so amazing... Can I be as amazing as Grandpa Chen in the future?"

Old Chen chuckled, stroking his shaved chin where no beard hairs had yet grown. Before answering Tan Yue's question, he calmed down his shocked mood.

Even in the realm of martial arts, he is almost at the top level in Tianan City, and his fighting style naturally deserves everyone's admiration and awe.

However, Zhang Chaoqiang, who was engrossed in painting, remained remarkably calm throughout the entire meal. Old Chen, adept at observing emotions, also gleaned some telling details about Zhang's demeanor before and after the meal.

A mix of happy, depressed, and speechless expressions.

But now, something undeniable is happening around him. And yet he seems completely oblivious, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor?

What? Has this kid seen so much of the world? His composure is so strong that even I can't scare him?

Sighing again for no apparent reason, Zhang Chaoqiang made Old Chen even more confused.

Zhang Chaoqiang continued painting. He hadn't been affected by Lao Chen's matter because he had expected Lao Chen to lend a helping hand.

His [sense of demonic beasts] is not just for show. There is an extremely safe feeling about Old Chen. Being around him is very reassuring.

I knew he was very strong from the start, so I wasn't surprised by the sudden turn of events.

The more his paintbrush danced in his hand, the more he sighed inwardly. There were just too many wonderful scenes. Old Chen's rescue was only a fleeting moment. Such a good thing should be recorded, but alas, his painting skills were insufficient.

It is impossible to vividly present it on the paper.

Another sigh escaped his lips.

After shifting his gaze away from Zhang Chaoqiang and putting aside his doubts, Old Chen prepared to further explain the secrets of martial arts to Tan Yue, who was about to start her junior high school course at the martial arts school ahead of schedule.

Zhang Chaoqiang was able to hear it too.

Even with his legs crossed, Old Chen remained a gentleman, speaking in a gentle and measured manner:

"Starting from junior high school, you officially embarked on the path of martial arts. In this world, there are mainly two types of people who control extraordinary powers."

One type is the martial artist, who cultivates spiritual power through their own body, achieving extraordinary martial arts skills. The second type is the armor master, who uses advanced armor to arm their body and controls the armor based on their mental level.