Chapter 446: Chapter 253: Marquis Qing Yue’s Past, Old Feng and His Wife’s Friend (Part 2)

[Looking back, the prodigies I once couldn’t even catch up with have either fallen, aged to death, or are still struggling in the middle sequence. It’s truly lamentable.]

Writing this, the strokes of Marquis’s pen are light, with a gentle curve and a hint of playfulness, as if the ease and pride on the face of the writer from thousands of years ago can be seen through these strokes.

"Never defeated... Marquis Qing Yue is no ordinary person either.

"She is another kind of genius."

Continue reading.

[Although the Purple Earth Dragon is the best Great Immortal Grass grown in Cyan Moon Pill Palace, my specialty is not Purple Dragon Climb.]

[Today, let me record the Great Immortal Technique I comprehended in life and death during my time in Sequence Six on this Silk Book for future generations.]

[Perhaps thousands of years later, the Great Immortal Technique will have gradually evolved, and my Great Immortal Technique may already be out of date, but that’s okay.]

[If this technique still has any merit, please refine and preserve it.]

[If this technique is completely outdated, just keep it as a joke.]

[This technique is called Qinghua Rain.]

Oh?

That’s pretty good.

Bai Mo grinned and looked at the following text on the Silk Book, flowing eloquently.

...

"Come, have a drink!

"Our friendship is strong, we don’t need alcohol, let’s drink some cola, hehehe."

Under the warm lights, the dining table at Chen Wenquan’s house was filled with dishes.

Home-cooked meals, not stunning, but especially practical!

Tomato braised beef brisket, the small pieces of beef brisket were pointed.

The braised ribs were slightly dark in color, slightly overcooked, but softer and more flavorful.

Cucumber shreds mixed with apple shreds, placed in a stainless steel small basin, emitting a vinegary and fresh fragrance...

Chen Wenquan and his wife were smiling and chatting with Bai Mo.

Chen Wenquan’s son, who was in elementary school, looked at Bai Mo with a face full of curiosity.

The fox apprentice, Leopard Head Belly, on the bench, grabbed a braised chicken leg, first sucking the chicken soup dry, then took big bites of meat, eating with great happiness.

"Do the dishes suit your taste?"

"Absolutely! Master’s wife’s cooking is great.

"These years, sometimes I eat takeaway, sometimes in the cafeteria, but rarely eat home-cooked meals.

"I’m lucky today."

This is both small talk and the truth.

Bai Mo smiled and ate... It’s really hard to find such fresh and tenderly simmered ribs on ordinary days.

Old Chen casually asked.

"How is your project going over there...? Uh... if it’s confidential, pretend I didn’t ask."

He realized the faux pas after speaking, and smiled awkwardly.

Bai Mo also laughed.

"There’s nothing I can’t say, it’s basically complete. Tomorrow we’ll start production, and the first batch will be launched in half a month."

The Committee has wrapped up all work here.

Professor Hong Anxi and the team can have a few days of good rest.

Master Chong and Fang Xiaoyu’s stocks have also successfully taken off.

Master Chong called to share the good news, and you could hear his smile reaching his ears in the phone.

Fang Xiaoyu called the real estate agent, with a tone different from before.

At the dining table, Master’s wife frowned slightly.

"You’ve been quite busy lately!"

Bai Mo paused for a moment.

"I... haven’t been that busy." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Master’s wife, already a middle-aged woman intensely focused on family affairs and oblivious to outside matters, facing Bai Mo, was not so reserved but rather warm and kind, with the demeanor of one facing a junior.

She picked up the soup spoon, scooped a large amount of beef into Bai Mo’s bowl.

"Sigh, our Old Chen sometimes gets involved in projects like this too, I understand your hardships. Eat more beef to replenish! It was simmered in a pressure cooker for half an hour, so tender!"

Bai Mo ate and laughed.

Sitting at the dining table, looking up, he saw that the family in the opposite building was also having a meal.

A family of three, with a table full of food, blissfully harmonious.

But why is there a tablet on the table?

What does it mean?

Bai Mo took a closer look... instantly chuckling awkwardly, realizing it wasn’t a memorial tablet, just a tablet computer.

But what does that mean?

Having a meal with the family, and leaving a spot for a tablet computer?

Feeling puzzled, Chen Wenquan and his wife followed Bai Mo’s gaze and glanced at the opposite building’s family.

"Oh? Isn’t Mo Dashan over at Old Feng’s house for a meal again?"

"This Mo Dashan, perhaps has feelings for Old Feng’s wife?"

"Don’t talk nonsense!"

Chen Wenquan shot his wife a glance, forbidding her from gossiping.

Bai Mo listened to Old Chen’s low words and learned that it wasn’t a family of three.

It was Madam Feng, Feng En Di, mother and son, plus their friend Mo Dashan from the Feng family.

"Old Feng, Feng Kaishan, and Mo Dashan are actually alumni from West University.

"Before graduating, their relationship was already good.

"Now, Old Feng has been transferred to work in another place, Mo Dashan occasionally comes to help his old classmate take care of the wife and children. There’s nothing else, don’t believe Master’s wife’s gossip."

Feng En Di?

Isn’t that Little Brother?

The leopard-headed guy beside me, holding a small spoon and showing off beef, stands on tiptoe, stretches his neck, and looks towards the building opposite.

Sure enough, I saw him, seeing Little Brother sitting at the table, looking so happy!

"Ying ying ying!"

Even though Little Brother doesn’t play with them anymore, as long as he’s happy, they’re happy too.

Bai Mo grinned and understood.

The tablet on the table, is it waiting for Old Feng to video call back from work?

Feng En Di looks so excited, face all red, is he anticipating his dad?

In the tide of the times, people are like Peng Grass in the wind, gathering and dispersing beyond control, each with their own joys and sorrows.

That child, for some reason, was banned by his mom from playing with Immortal Beasts, and has been lonely for a long time in this compound. Can finally see his dad tonight, must be very happy, right?

The dining table over there is full of joy.

The dining table here is equally happy.

Old Chen and his wife lower their voices, gossiping.

"Old Feng, this guy, who knows where he’s working, hasn’t been home for years, leaving his wife to be ostracized and his son to be bullied.

"Expert Bai Mo, don’t get me wrong, my son doesn’t bully him, ha! My son is already in elementary school. Hehe."

Talking about it, they start discussing Mo Dashan.

"Mo Dashan, when he first started his business, it was going nowhere, hasn’t had a wife for years, and sometimes even borrows money from Old Feng.

"In recent years, suddenly he got smart, became successful, and now supports Old Feng’s family back. He’s really a good guy.

"He drives a big Benz, right?"

"Seems like it, yeah."

"Really made it big."

The teacher’s wife sneers.

"If you ask me, since Mo Dashan isn’t married, and Old Feng is the kind to abandon wife and child, might as well give his wife and kid to Mo Dashan!

"He doesn’t cherish his wife, let Mo Dashan cherish her for him.

"He doesn’t care for his child, let Mo Dashan care for him."

Chen Wenquan rolls his eyes.

"Don’t talk nonsense!

"If word gets out about what you said, those gossipers will have even more to chew on.

"Their clear-cut friendship, who knows what kind of rumors it would turn into."

The teacher’s wife gives an embarrassed smile.

"I’m just saying it, simply feeling aggrieved for Old Feng’s wife and son.

"You haven’t seen how badly his wife and son are bullied."

The meal was quickly finished.

With the leopard-headed guy around, there was still quite a bit left in all the dishes... each with a pool of vegetable soup left in them.

The teacher’s wife cleans the table, shooing away Bai Mo who wanted to help.

Old Chen grabs Bai Mo’s arm.

"Want to join me for a movie? See some mecha? Exoskeleton armor?"

Bai Mo frowns.

"You watch that stuff?"

Old Chen grins.

"It’s not that I love watching it... I have a task.

"Recently, the Committee is brainstorming, collecting ideas on mecha and armor inspirations.

"Looks like they’re planning to start making such equipment."

Oh?

Bai Mo suddenly remembered seeing the Committee’s exoskeleton armor the other day.

Thinking about it, the concept of mecha and armor is quite interesting...

In terms of power, it’s not the strongest.

In terms of speed, it’s not the fastest.

In terms of mobility, it’s not the most agile.

In terms of intelligence, it’s not the smartest.

But if you consider it comprehensively?

Then it’s indeed quite powerful, very fitting for this era!

Old Chen pulls Bai Mo to sit on the sofa.

Old Chen’s son and the leopard-headed guy also run over, looking at the screen with wide eyes.

"We’re watching together, finding some inspiration from literary and sci-fi works.

"Human imagination is a treasure trove!

"We find inspiration and toss it to those at the Committee. Let them worry about the technology, let them make it happen. Hehe."

Laughing, he suddenly pauses.

"Uh... a project of this type, it’s not up to you to worry about, is it?"

Bai Mo grins.

Whether it’s up to him is hard to say, but...

"...Not worried."

While chatting and laughing, Bai Mo sees across the building, the dining table hasn’t been cleared yet.

The three of them have eaten their fill, but aren’t touching their food.

This table of food is waiting for... waiting for that still-dark tablet, waiting for Old Feng’s video call that hasn’t come through yet?