Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Meng Nichang did not disturb Zhang Yifeng. As she said, except for doing laundry and cooking for Zhang Yifeng, the two of them had nothing to do with each other. She did not ask Zhang Yifeng what he was doing, but only glanced at Zhang Yifeng occasionally.

Meng Nishang tidied up the room, and the crowded and messy room became much tidier.

Women are indeed more ingenious than men when it comes to cleaning up housework.

Seeing that Zhang Yifeng was still busy, she went directly to bed, and Meng Nichang fell asleep in a daze.

Late at night, Meng Nichang woke up once and found that Zhang Yifeng was still busy. She once again discovered that this Zhang Yifeng was completely different from the Zhang Yifeng she imagined.

Could such a hard-working person be that scumbag who only knows how to smoke wine and cause trouble?

Meng Nichang took a physical test and commented on Zhang Yifeng's back. She didn't know if it was because of her sleepy eyes. Zhang Yifeng's back became more and more mysterious in her eyes. This back seemed to be right in front of her, but she could never see it clearly. She could never see it clearly. Untouchable.

It's a very strange feeling.

I don't know how long she watched, but Meng Nichang fell into a drowsy sleep again. When she woke up, Zhang Yifeng was no longer there. She looked at the sky, and it was just bright.

Meng Nichang got out of bed, opened the door, and then saw Zhang Yifeng boxing in the yard.

Zhang Yifeng's boxing skills looked ordinary, but there was a palpable aura about it, as if what he was swinging was not a fist, but a mountain.

But Meng Nishang is not a warrior, and she cannot see how mysterious this boxing technique is.

After Zhang Yifeng practiced boxing, he picked up a branch from the ground and seemed to use the branch as a sword, dancing around in place.

This is Zhang Yifeng's daily life. Even if he is a cultivator, he cannot become a master just by sitting there. Although there are some martial arts skills that he already knew in his previous life, they still require practice and proficiency.

In this life, he lacks nothing but resources!

In the absence of resources, he can only practice martial arts. The ancients said that if you read a hundred times, the meaning will be self-evident. The same is true for practicing martial arts. If you lay a good foundation, you will be more comfortable practicing more powerful skills in the future.

Meng Nishang looked at it for a while and found that she couldn't understand it at all. Then she returned to the hall and started learning to cook.

But, unfortunately, as the eldest lady, she has never done such a thing. After tinkering in the kitchen for a long time, I don’t know where to start.

Fortunately, He Xin got up at this time and came to the kitchen.

"Um...are you going to cook?" He Xin asked doubtfully.

Meng Nishang nodded and said, "I want to cook some porridge."

"Well, let me ask you, do you use a wok to cook porridge?"

Meng Nishang was holding a wok in her hand. She put rice into the wok, and there was a lot of rice.

"Ah, isn't it this pot?"

"Forget it, let me cook it. Let's eat together then." He Xin was speechless. This was the first time she saw someone cooking porridge in a wok. Since you can't cook, don't show off.

At the same time, He Xin was very surprised. What ability did Zhang Yifeng have that could actually make this woman who looked like a fairy willing to cook for him? This otaku hides his secrets.

In the yard, Zhang Yifeng didn't know these things. He only knew that every morning was the best time to practice boxing.

When Zhang Yifeng finished practicing boxing, He Xin prepared the food. Although Meng Nishang didn't cook, she kept stealing from the side and asking He Xin how to cook.

"Zhang Yifeng, just in time, it's time to eat."

He Xin spoke to Zhang Yifeng.

"Who did it?"

Zhang Yifeng asked He Xin. He always felt that it was not good to eat He Xin's food. After eating the other party's food, he had to do things for the other party, which was not cost-effective.

"Your girlfriend did it with me. Why, don't you want me to show my favor?" He Xin always felt that Zhang Yifeng didn't dare to eat her food. Could it be that his own food was poisonous?

"She made it with you? Then eat it."

Zhang Yifeng was relieved now. Of course, he didn't know that Meng Nichang had just stood by and watched all morning.

Zhang Yifeng is not picky about eating. He eats three times, five times five times two times, and goes back to the room directly after eating. No matter who clears the dishes, he won't do it anyway.

"Yeah, I'm going to be late for work, I'll go first."

He Xin checked the time, stood up and left. Meng Nishang was the only one to clear away the dishes and chopsticks on the table.

Meng Nichang didn't complain, but Zhang Yifeng would hear the sound of plates being broken in the kitchen from time to time.

About an hour later, Meng Nichang came out of the kitchen and whispered to Zhang Yifeng: "Um, is there anyone selling bowls nearby? I dropped three..."

Zhang Yifeng was speechless. There were only three people eating just now, and you threw three bowls. Does that mean you only washed one pot after working in the kitchen for so long?

"When you go out, turn right and then turn right again. There is a village tuck shop selling small bowls."

Zhang Yifeng said lightly, Meng Nichang nodded and said again.

"When are we going to apply for a marriage certificate?"

"You can go whenever you want. I happen to be very free recently."

"Then go now and take me to buy bowls and plates. Buy a few more, um, for later use."

Zhang Yifeng knew what Meng Nichang meant by having spares. It should mean buying a few more to prevent falls. But for this kind of thing, it’s okay if you know it but don’t talk about it.

"Let's go then. By the way, when will you give me the one million in cash?" Zhang Yifeng asked.

"Don't worry, I won't punish you." Meng Nishang's face was calm.

"I just want to remind you that although one million is not much to me, people must have integrity. I don't like people who break their promises."

Meng Nishang thought to herself, you have money, why do you need to remind me so urgently? But unable to see through it, Meng Nishang just asked lightly: "Why, someone owes you money and hasn't paid it back?"

Zhang Yifeng nodded and said, "There is indeed one."

Ye Zhimei still owed her two thousand yuan. Now that he had gone to Gao Fushuai, but he didn't even pay him back two thousand yuan, Zhang Yifeng was really embarrassed to continue asking for it.

"How much do you owe?"

"two thousand."

Meng Nishang was speechless, thinking about two thousand yuan for so long? Are you still saying that you are not short of money?

"Why are you looking at me like that? What I mean is that no matter how much money you have, I don't like people who don't keep their word."

"I will give it to you." Meng Nishang said lightly and stopped talking.

Meng Nichang didn't say anything, and Zhang Yifeng didn't bother to speak anymore. He called an online taxi and took a taxi directly to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Although Meng Nishang looked cold and calm on the surface, when she walked into the Civil Affairs Bureau, she felt that her legs were a little weak, as if every step she took required all her strength.

At this time, Meng Nichang stopped at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau, took a few deep breaths, and then her expression returned to calmness and composure.

Now that the decision has been made, there is nothing to hesitate about.