Chapter 1785 - 321

Ping went to cook.

Lin Shuyou went to help.

Li Zhiyuan sat on the manhole cover with paper and pen, writing and drawing.

With someone surnamed Li there, Zhao Yi didn't bother to think, shrank into the wheelchair, and squinted to bask in the sun.

In the kitchen, laughter and chatter occasionally erupted between Ping and Lin Shuyou.

Actually, after more interaction, it's understandable why Ah You hasn't realized Ping's mental state yet.

Many people, after getting old, become like old children.

At Ping's age, she enjoys chatting and laughing with young people, and coupled with her refined and tidy attire, it's easy to perceive her as wisely adaptable.

The meal was ready, homestyle dishes, not extravagantly rich but full of color, aroma, and flavor, with extra rice steamed.

Li Zhiyuan sat beside and picked up the bowl and chopsticks to start eating.

Zhao Yi turned his body slightly toward the teenager and asked, "All designed already?"

Li Zhiyuan: "Design what?"

Zhao Yi: "I saw you sitting there earlier, writing effortlessly, it should be no difficulty for you."

Li Zhiyuan: "In order to systematically obtain the method used by the Jin Family to suppress the Black Flood Dragon Skin, it's impossible to pre-design."

Zhao Yi: "I don't believe it."

This task is indeed quite difficult, but Zhao Yi feels capable, hence doesn't believe the youth is incapable.

Li Zhiyuan: "If it's merely about taking away the Jiao Skin and residual spirit, that's indeed not difficult."

Zhao Yi: "That's still slightly difficult, take it easy, take your time, I'm not in a hurry."

Li Zhiyuan finished the rice in the bowl, served himself half a bowl of soup, and slowly drank it. ℴ

Zhao Yi eats little, putting down the chopsticks first, now with both hands overlapping in front of his abdomen, looking somewhat gloomy.

"Brother Xiao Yuan, thank you, consider carefully, this family isn't easy."

Li Zhiyuan had no comment.

Then, Zhao Yi seemed to recall something and asked, "What were you doing sitting on that manhole cover?"

Li Zhiyuan: "Drawing."

Zhao Yi shrugged: "Alright."

Ping helped Lin Shuyou fill another big bowl of rice, then brought out a wooden tray from the kitchen, with a bowl of medicine and a bowl of porridge on it.

The porridge had a couple of mouthfuls of small dishes from lunch, just enough for tasting the flavor.

With left hand holding the tray, entering the main room, the right hand lifted a wooden bucket, half-filled with water, with two towels hanging from the bucket edge.

Lin Shuyou cleaned up the food on the table thoroughly, put down the chopsticks after finishing, stretched lazily and said contentedly:

"Ah... so full."

Zhao Yi: "Go, wash the dishes."

"Alright."

Lin Shuyou collected the bowl and chopsticks and went into the kitchen to wash dishes.

After sitting a while longer in the courtyard, Li Zhiyuan got up, took a stack of paper, and entered the house.

The elderly person had recovered by now.

Ping fed the elderly person with food and medicine, then helped wipe the body, and was now tidying the bedding.

When doing these, Ping's face wore a smile.

She has to make pastries herself every day, sell them, buy groceries, clean the house and courtyard, and take care of the elderly.

She doesn't feel she's living a hard life; she's very happy.

As a child, because she loved eating Osmanthus pastries, Jin Xingshan made them for her personally; she maintained an enuresis habit for a long time, and Jin Xingshan always helped clean, change bedding, wash blankets with a smile.

In her mind, not many miscellaneous thoughts, she simply feels how Jin Xingshan treated her before, she should treat him the same way now, it feels right, even though she's quite old now.

Li Zhiyuan walked to the bedside, the elderly person's eyes were open, watching the youth.

After Ping left the bedroom, the elderly person supported their body with threads to sit up.

The youth placed the drawings in front of the elderly person, who flipped through them with trembling hands.

Drawings included Liu Jinxia, Li Juxiang, and Li Cuicui, featuring their portraits along with various scenes.

For instance, Li Juxiang sitting on the dam sorting vegetables, or Cui Cui spinning happily on a country path, or Liu Jinxia playing mahjong with three other elderly ladies.

Li Zhiyuan deliberately highlighted Liu Jinxia's personality at the mahjong table; she's assertive, except when dealing with Liu Yu Mei, when she's the gentle Xiaxou sister, otherwise she exudes domineering presence.

The illustration deliberately depicted Liu Jinxia tiptoeing and leaning her body forward towards Flower Woman, pointing at Flower Woman's tiles to help her recount her winnings.

Flower Woman was annoyed, believing she couldn't possibly miscalculate, she sat there bracing her waist, puffing in indignation while glaring back at Liu Jinxia.

"Hehe... hehe... hehe..."

Sound of laughter emitted from Zither String.

No matter how old the children get, they are still kids in their parents' eyes.

Though the depicted Liu Jinxia is already a grandmother, in Jin Xingshan's view, she's akin to a child stubbornly playing games with friends.

The subsequent drawing left the elderly person stunned.

In the illustration, Liu Jinxia is sitting behind a table with a solemn expression; on the table lie a Compass, calculation books, talisman paper, with various mystic texts hanging behind.

Ordinary people are curious about supernatural tales, but once stepping into the Xuanmen, tasting consequences of taboos, only then realizing the true horror within.

The elderly person doesn't wish for their daughter to tread this path.

Li Zhiyuan: "This job earns quickly, with high income, rest assured, she's not considered a true initiate; even when conducting psychic sessions or examining illnesses, she repeatedly advises clients to continue visiting the hospital and taking medicine."

The elderly person nodded.

Flipped to the final drawing.

The scene in the illustration appeared to be in a kitchen of a rural tiled house, with a small boy lying on a door panel, Liu Jinxia holding a brush sitting beside him, chanting incantations whilst drawing talismans.

The boy is tied with a string, the other end attached to Li Juxiang, who is writhing painfully on the ground.