After breakfast, I made some elixir.

After lunch, I continued to make the elixir.

In the blink of an eye, half a day had passed.

Chen An was tired, so he sat against the wall to rest.

When I had nothing to do, I just opened my panel to check the data.

【Name: Chen An】

[Cultivation: Qi Refining Level 9]

[Wealth: 1203 low-grade spirit stones]

[Alchemy: First-level Advanced (2292/2500)]

[Spiritual Sense: First-level Advanced (1678/2500)]

【Gold Finger: Master (2503/12500)】

[Sleep-aiding Technique: Proficient (385/500)]

[Fire Spiritual Root: Medium Grade (388/500)]

[Spouse: Song Huaying (3 stars), Gu Xinyue (3 stars), Wen Zhiyun (2 stars)]

[Descendants: Chen Yuejian]

"Before I knew it, even the progress bar of my fire spirit root had passed the halfway mark."

Chen An murmured, and then said: "Unfortunately, in the next four months, this progress bar will remain unchanged."

Shaked his head.

Continue to view the data on the panel.

Arrange your next upgrade plan.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen An put away the panel, walked out of the alchemy room, and stopped in front of his wife's door. He reached out and knocked on the door gently and said:

"Ying'er, are you asleep?"

"Not yet, husband."

From the room came the soft and tender voice of my lovely wife, as pleasant as the chirping of a yellow oriole, which made me feel happy.

Chen An pushed the door open and saw his young wife sitting on the bed with their daughter. She was patiently teaching her daughter some etiquette of a lady from a noble family.

My little wife used to be the daughter of a wealthy family, and she cares about these things from the bottom of her heart.

However, her daughter Chen Yuejian did not like these secular etiquettes very much and frowned when learning them.

"Mom, I want to play in the yard..."

Chen Yuejian really couldn't study anymore and said weakly.

Song Huaying decisively refused: "You are a girl, and you only want to run out to play all day long. How can you be so unreasonable?"

Seeing that her mother's side was not working, the young Chen Yuejian decisively chose to find another way.

She climbed down from the bed, ran to her father and stopped, stretched out her hand to grab his trouser leg, raised her chubby little face slightly, and said pitifully:

"Daddy, I want to go out and play in the yard."

When Chen An saw this little girl, he thought she was amazing. She was just over one year old and already knew how to act like a spoiled child. His wife's genes were really too strong.

Song Huaying brought her daughter back and put her on the bed, saying sternly, "It's no use looking for your father. Let's see if your father will listen to your mother or you!"

“Hmm—”

Chen Yuejian let out a long cry and looked at his father in front of him with pitiful little eyes.

Chen An was seen in a dilemma. On one side was his young wife, and on the other was his daughter. No matter which one he helped, he would be in trouble.

After thinking about it, he could only look at his little wife and used the strategy of attacking Wei to save Zhao. He said, "Ying'er, your husband has something to tell you. Let Xiaoyuejian go out."

"I will listen to my husband."

Song Huaying knew that her husband was covering up for his daughter, but she chose to obey him without hesitation and submitted to him unconditionally.

When Chen Yue heard this, her whole face lit up with smiles, she got out of bed and was about to go out.

Chen An grabbed her and warned her, "Xiao Yuejian, don't run around by yourself. Find your mother Gu or mother Wen to play with you, okay?"

"Dad, I know."

Chen An let go of his daughter and watched the little girl happily run out of the room.

However, she was not really at ease letting her daughter run out alone, but followed her from a distance to see if she would go to find her other two mothers.

I followed her and took a look, and found that although this little girl likes to play, she still knows how to listen to adults.

After coming out of the room, she did not run out to the yard to play by herself, but ran into Gu Xinyue's room and shouted for Gu Niang to take her out to play.

Return to my little wife's room.

Chen An walked to the bed and sat down, gently holding his little wife in his arms.

The young wife couldn't help but tremble, feeling afraid of what was going to happen next.

It's really happened too frequently during this period.

It's happened so often that I'm a little scared.

Chen An noticed something strange about his little wife and felt a little distressed.

He stroked his wife's face and said to her gently, "Ying'er, I just want to hug you. I won't do anything else."

"Husband, I'm sorry..."

Song Huaying's mood became increasingly depressed, and her voice gradually became sad as she said, "Ying'er is useless. She can't do this or that. She is not as good as Sister Gu in serving her husband, and not as good as Sister Wen in taking care of her daughter. She is not a qualified wife, let alone a qualified mother."

"Ying'er, you've done very well."

Chen An gently put his face against his young wife's face and comforted her with soft words.

Song Huaying didn't respond, but her voice became a little sobbing.

Chen An wiped the tears from her eyes and said to her, "Ying'er, your husband is trying to find a way to let you practice immortality, or find some techniques that mortals can practice and bring them back for you to practice. Everything will be fine."

"Um."

Song Huaying just responded. She had no hope for what her husband said and just took it as a consolation.

She was very clear in her mind that if mortals could also cultivate immortality, then there would be no distinction between immortals and mortals in this world.

This is simply not realistic.

Chen An knew that his consolation just now was very weak, so he wanted to change the subject to comfort her, and asked curiously:

"By the way, Ying'er, can you tell me about the etiquette of noble families in the secular world? I am quite interested in this."

"As long as my husband wants to hear it, Ying'er will tell you everything."

Song Huaying wiped her tears and said.

In the next period of time.

Under Chen An's constant questioning, Song Huaying began to explain secular etiquette to him.

She talked about the generally applicable etiquette, the niche etiquette of aristocratic families, the unique etiquette of her own family, and finally how she learned these etiquettes from her mother when she was a child.

At the beginning, Song Huaying was indeed diverted by this topic, and the loss in her heart gradually dissipated.

But when she talked about how she learned etiquette from her mother, her mood suddenly took a turn for the worse and she couldn't help crying.

"Husband, I, I miss my mother. I miss her so much, wuwuwu..."

Looking at his tender wife crying in his arms, Chen An felt extremely distressed. He cursed himself in his heart, saying that he was listening to the etiquette of the noble family. Wasn't it good to listen to his tender wife playing the piano and flute? In the following time.

Chen An didn't say anything to comfort his little wife. He just hugged her quietly, looked at her tear-stained face, listened to her extremely sad cry, and felt the trembling of her nose.

After my little wife was tired of crying and had vented her frustration, I used a sleeping spell on her so that she could have a good sleep.

“Crack—”

Chen An pushed the door open and left his young wife's room, feeling mixed emotions.

He didn't think any more about it. After saying goodbye to Wen Zhiyun and Gu Xinyue, he went out to the market alone.

I thought of buying the book "Mandarin Ducks Flying Together" at the Treasure Shop, and by the way, ask the shopkeeper Liu there to see if there is any magic trick that can prolong the life of mortals.

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PS: Putting out the bowl, asking for monthly votes and recommendation votes!

(End of this chapter)