"That's natural."

Old Master Jiang chuckled. "Although this old man Leng is disrespectful, he does have real skills. If it weren't for him, I'm afraid I wouldn't have lasted this long."

"That's not the case."

Jiangnan is a master of traditional Chinese medicine. Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes the four mantras of "look, listen, ask, and feel". There is absolutely no problem with the old man's health. It is extremely normal for him to live to be a hundred years old.

The Master Leng he mentioned is probably also proficient in Chinese medicine and maintenance techniques, which is why the old man has been able to live to this age without any illness.

Basically, any skilled Chinese medicine practitioner can do this.

If he was an ordinary person, as long as he wanted, he could make a little effort, and without giving the old man of the Wang family and the old man of the Ye family a lifespan, he could make medicine for them and maintain their bodies, so that they would definitely live another two or three years.

"Let's not talk about that. This old man really has some skills."

The old man suddenly lowered his voice and said, "The Leng family is a martial arts family that has been passed down for who knows how many years. According to him, over the past five thousand years, there have been at least a dozen martial arts champions in his family!"

"More than ten?"

Hearing this, Jiangnan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Good job!

This number is extremely exaggerated!

You know, how many emperors are there in a dynasty?

Moreover, the comparison between the two is not that contrasting.

Once a dynasty is stable, it can produce a large number of emperors in one generation.

But for a master at the level of Wu Zhuangyuan, that is not necessarily the case.

In other words, the Leng family is a family that has been passed down for at least thousands of years?

"In ancient times, are there any famous people with the surname Leng?"

Jiangnan thought about it for a while and finally shook his head.

Very few!

Not to mention being able to reach the level of martial arts champion.

Of course, it is not ruled out that people leave their families and walk around the world under a pseudonym.

but……

To be honest, Jiangnan didn't quite believe it anyway.

"This time when we go to Jiangcheng, I'll take you to meet him."

The old man spoke.

"Okay, I am very interested in this Master Leng."

Jiangnan narrowed his eyes slightly. The person who could calculate his fate and rise in Jiangcheng was definitely not a simple person.

Moreover, doesn’t this Master Leng come from a martial arts family?

Coincidentally, he can also check his own level to see if he can really reach the level of the ancient martial arts champion!

Thinking of this, Jiangnan couldn't help but shook his head and laughed in his heart.

His current strength is truly beyond the scope of ordinary humans. If this cannot reach the level of the ancient martial arts champions, then he really has to doubt whether Master Leng really has the ability!

Buzz buzz buzz!

At this time, Jiangnan's cell phone vibrated.

"Jiangnan~"

After the connection.

Zhao Wanqing's extremely lazy voice rang out.

"woke up."

Jiangnan is gentle and authentic.

"Hmm~ I didn't expect it's almost 12 o'clock. Where have you been?"

Zhao Wanqing stretched comfortably and asked.

"I just went to see Prince Shun's residence, and now I'm here with Grandpa."

Jiangnan replied.

"Wait...it's almost 12 o'clock! Oh no, it's time for the old man's nutritious meal!"

Zhao Wanqing suddenly woke up, and then Jiangnan only heard a rustling sound, and then heard her voice: "Hang up first, I'll wash up and come over quickly!"

Bang!

The call was hung up directly.

In response to this, Jiangnan couldn't help but shook his head and smiled, then stood up and said, "Old man, it's getting late, I'll cook for you myself."

"You cook?"

The old man looked at his eldest grandson with some suspicion.

"What? Don't you trust my cooking?"

Jiangnan smiled confidently.

…

More than half an hour later.

Three dishes and one soup.

They are all home-cooked dishes.

"Old man!"

"Jiangnan!"

In a small pavilion in the side yard.

Zhao Wanqing's shouts came from one direction.

“Here I come.”

The old man reluctantly shifted his gaze from the three dishes and one soup on the stone table to Zhao Wanqing who was walking on the small bridge, and said with a smile: "Girl, come quickly, these home-cooked dishes of Xiaonan are really making me, an old man, hungry!"

So fragrant!

"Jiangnan, did you cook?"

Zhao Wanqing looked at Jiangnan in great surprise, "You can also cook?"

"Don't you know whether I can cook or not? Is my cooking skill good or not?"

Jiangnan smiled and winked at Zhao Wanqing.

"you……"

Hearing this, Zhao Wanqing's pretty face suddenly turned red. She looked at him coquettishly, then quickly shifted her gaze to the stone table. When she saw the three dishes and one soup that were delicious, a look of shock appeared on her face.

“It smells so good!”

She walked a few steps to the stone table, took a deep sniff, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she said excitedly: "You... are so amazing!!!"

and.

These are not bad home-cooked dishes, they are all Kyoto home-cooked dishes that are very much in line with the taste of Kyoto people.

"Keep a low profile."

Which man doesn't like his woman to praise him? Jiangnan couldn't help laughing. He came to Zhao Wanqing and hugged her slender waist.

"Ah... Jiangnan, the old man is here~"

Zhao Wanqing became shy.

"Still calling me old man?"

Jiangnan reached out and patted her, then looked at the old man who was sitting down and said, "It's time to call me grandpa."

"ah?"

Zhao Wanqing was stunned.

"Ah what, is it possible that... old man, I am not worthy of being your grandfather?"

The old man put on a stern face for a moment.

“No, no…”

Zhao Wanqing hurriedly shook her head and waved her hands.

"What's that? Could it be... because the old man didn't give you money to change your words?"

The old man laughed and said, "Don't worry, I'm not that stingy."

"No, no."

Zhao Wanqing shook her head and waved her hands again.

"Then hurry up and call."

Jiangnan said with a smile.

"Grandpa... Grandpa... ah~"

After Zhao Wanqing finished shouting, her whole pretty face turned red, and her ears also turned red. Because she was too shy, she buried her whole body in Jiangnan's arms.

"Hahaha!"

The father and son smiled at each other.

"Hurry up and sit down and eat! I've been hungry for a long time. My appetite has been really good these past two days."

The old man greeted him immediately.

…

They had a very enjoyable meal. Both the old man and Zhao Wanqing praised the taste of the three dishes and one soup from the first bite.

"Xiao Nan, do you have any cigarettes?"

At about 1:15 p.m., after Zhao Wanqing packed up the last few bowls and left the pavilion, the old man immediately lowered his voice and asked.