After spending the whole night with his mother and sister at home, Chu Boyang got up at dawn the next day. Since he had to make breakfast for Chu Yueru, Zhou Rong also got up very early.

Chu Boyang made an exception and did not do morning exercises. Instead, he accompanied his mother to make breakfast. This had not happened in five or six years, but Zhou Rong was very happy. The mother and son were talking and laughing, and unknowingly they made breakfast together.

It's done.

Although the home-made fried dough sticks don’t look good, they are clean, tender and fragrant, crispy on the outside and crispy on the inside. This is what Chu Boyang learned to make on TV. Zhou Rong made Chu Boyang’s favorite fried buns and ground them.

Soy milk, this soy milk is a perfect match with Chu Boyang’s fried dough sticks.

Soon, Chu Yueru was violently lifted off the quilt by Chu Boyang, forced to get up, and then dragged to brush her teeth and wash her face. This was a hint of Chu Boyang being tortured by Zhu Jun at the beginning.

After Chu Yueru saw the fried dough sticks made by Chu Boyang, she suddenly became energetic. "Brother, I haven't eaten the fried dough sticks you made for at least seven or eight years." As she said that, she grabbed one and started eating it.

He stuttered, then took a sip of soy milk, showing an exaggerated expression of pleasure.

"You have to go to my brother's place of work to have breakfast every day, and he will cook it for you every day." Chu Boyang was serious. He had long been tired of eating Zhou Agui's same pickled vegetable white porridge and pickled vegetable millet porridge every day in Yueyue Village.

But if he had to make breakfast by himself and share it with Zhu Jun every day, he would be too lazy to do it.

"Okay, if you can help me study, or if you can send me to college. Hehe." Chu Yueru is beautiful and polite, but she really doesn't dare to compliment her, and she has already written a whole sentence in her words.

After finishing the fried dough sticks, I picked up another one.

The speaker has no intention of hearing it. Chu Boyang knows that his sister does not have any academic talent. The exchange last night confirmed this. This time Chu Boyang heard Chu Yueru say that he would be recommended to college. Chu Boyang also

When he really thought about it, all he could think of was that he could either rely on He Shouren's connections or Li Shuyi's connections. Anyway, as long as he could send his sister to college.

After a warm breakfast, Chu Boyang sent his sister out to school, and then went back to clear the dishes with his mother. Seeing that there were three or four fried dough sticks left and two or three bowls of soy milk, Chu Boyang suddenly thought of Zhang Guafu.

, so the runway kitchen took a thermos box and a food plastic bag, packed the remaining fried dough sticks and soy milk, said goodbye to Zhou Rong and went out.

It was only half past six at this time, and Chu Boyang didn't want to break the habit of exercising every day easily, so he chose to jog. About 15 minutes later, Chu Boyang ran to the door of Zhang Guafu at a not too slow speed, and his hand

The PHS suddenly rang.

It was a call from Zhu Jun. After listening to the call, Chu Boyang almost couldn't hold the fried dough sticks and soy milk in his hand and dropped it to the ground. It turned out that when Zhu Jun got up this morning and fed Mrs. Zhou breakfast, he couldn't wake Mrs. Zhou up.

Tai, the surnamed Mrs. Zhou still has a faint aura. Now all the elders of the village have gathered in the Zhou family mansion.

"Are you really going to die? No, Grandma Zhou, I can't let you die, absolutely not." Chu Boyang felt guilty for a moment. He opened the door and ran to Zhang Guafu's bedroom without even closing it.

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After entering the door, Chu Boyang placed the fried dough stick cake on the table in front of the bed, and then he couldn't care less. He ran to Zhang Guafu, scratched the spider, and then shouted: "Mr. Zhang, wake up quickly.

Wake up quickly, Grandma Zhou is dying..."

After repeating it several times, Chu Boyang saw that Zhang Guafu still didn't make any movement, so he went up to grab Zhang Guafu's shoulders, and when he was about to shake him, Zhang Guafu's eyes suddenly opened, and his sharp eyes frightened Chu.

Boyang's two great jumps.

What's more, Zhang Guafu slapped Chu Boyang's chest with his palm, causing Chu Boyang to retreat and then fell to the ground and rolled several times. He covered his chest and couldn't even cry out in pain.

At this time, Zhang Guafu's eyes had returned to calmness, "Boy, I told you, don't disturb me when I'm practicing Bigu cultivation. If you don't obey me, you'll be asking for trouble." As he spoke, he slowly lowered his head.

He walked leisurely to Chu Boyang's side and brought Chu Boyang up with a gentle push.

At the same time, when Zhang Guafu came into contact with him, Chu Boyang inexplicably felt a warm current flowing through his body. Instantly, his chest no longer felt tight, and he was slowly able to speak. "Mr. Zhang, cough, cough.

...Old Mrs. Zhou is dying..." Ahem, "Although I can speak, I have to cough to smoothen my words before I can speak fluently.

After Chu Boyang finished speaking, he found that Zhang Guafu actually started to eat the soy milk and fried dough sticks he brought, and it seemed to be delicious. He suddenly became angry. "Mr. Zhang, do you know that I have been waiting for you?

Three days, hey, are you listening to me?"

"Why are you so anxious? Do you have a temper like a monk? I haven't eaten for more than a week. When I woke up, I smelled the fragrance of soy milk and fried dough sticks. You can't let me eat something. Besides, that old man

Isn’t my wife dead yet?” Zhang Guafu said while eating.

"Of course I'm not dead. If I were, why would I come to you? You should eat quickly. I'm so anxious. Zhu Jun called just now to say that Zhou Laotian was unconscious." Chu Boyang also knew that he had some problems.

He was so angry that he moved a stool to Zhang Guafu who was standing eating.

Zhang Guafu sat down and continued to eat. "Boy, your physical fitness has improved. When I took out the palm just now, I realized it was you in time and withdrew 70% of my strength, but you didn't fly directly to the wall. That's good.

, Yes. I have just tested that the Qi meridians in your body are smoother. It seems that you have not been lazy in the past two months."

Normally, Chu Boyang would be eager to ask Zhang Guafu to teach him further skills, but at this moment his heart was with Zhou Laotian, so he had to urge Zhang Guafu to eat quickly.

After eating, Zhang Guafu didn't hesitate anymore. He went to a cabinet in the room, took out a travel bag, threw it to Chu Boyang, and then said: "Let's go."

Chu Boyang felt confused and asked naturally: "Where to go."

"Nonsense, of course you will go where you want to go." Zhang Guafu said impatiently.

When Chu Boyang heard this, he felt relieved, but he still couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Zhang, have you figured out a way to solve the problem of Mrs. Zhou's shortened life span?"

"That's about it. There's so much nonsense. Weren't you in a hurry just now? Come up with me."

Zhang Guafu had already thrown Chu Boyang more than ten meters behind him. Although the travel bag in Chu Boyang's hand was heavy, it did not affect his speed too much, but when he found that he had been thrown behind him by Zhang Guafu unknowingly,
Chapter completed!