"Pot, pot, pot..."
"It's about to burn, check the pot!"
Fu Nanzhi had been lost in joy when she suddenly noticed the stove was still on. She quickly patted Shen Yi's back and broke free from his embrace.
"Ah, ah, ah... I almost forgot in my excitement..."
Shen Yi startled and immediately turned to move the pot off the flame.
After inspecting it, he found the rescue effort was just in time—only a few slightly burnt bits at the edges needed to be picked out.
Watching Fu Nanzhi, Shen Yi knew the medication was taking effect.
Her face blindness was congenital, something she had lived with for over twenty years. Since the condition had no cure, it couldn’t have resolved on its own.
Only a gene-repairing drug could produce such results.
If even her congenital face blindness could be eradicated, then her infertility would surely be treatable too.
Perhaps... this could truly heal her while also resolving the emotional burden she carried.
After plating another dish, Shen Yi casually said to Fu Nanzhi,
"Nanzhi, go ahead and take these dishes out. I’ll finish up one or two more."
"And you can tell Yunyi to wash up and come down for dinner."
"Okay."
Fu Nanzhi nodded, picking up a plate before suddenly turning back.
"What about Zhu Yun?"
Shen Yi waved her off.
"Don’t worry, I just called her. She’ll be here soon."
"Oh..."
Reassured, Fu Nanzhi carried the plate into the dining room.
Shen Yi rinsed the pot, dried it, and started cooking again, his mind racing.
Fu Nanzhi’s joy instead of shock likely had two explanations:
First, she might’ve assumed her familiarity with Shu Yunyi came from her dream experiences.
Second, the medication’s effects were still unfolding—greater changes hadn’t fully registered yet.
‘I’ll need to test this further later...’
Given the stakes, caution was non-negotiable. Shen Yi wasn’t about to let his guard down.
His hands moved swiftly as he whipped up two more dishes—stir-fried bean sprouts and garlicky greens, both quick vegetarian sides.
The earlier dishes were all meat or fish, so some greens would balance the spread.
Fu Nanzhi made a few trips, nearly clearing the kitchen, then reached for the clay pot.
Shen Yi panicked and stopped her.
"Wait, wait, wait—"
"Good grief, you’re gonna be the death of me. Don’t touch that!"
The clay pot was scalding hot and heavy after hours of simmering—a disaster waiting to happen.
"Leave this to me," he insisted.
"Go set the table instead. The rice cooker’s been done for a while."
"Oh..."
"Why so dramatic? I wasn’t gonna grab it barehanded..."
Still, Fu Nanzhi obeyed, heading off to arrange the utensils.
Even with mitts, the pot was a beast. Shen Yi lifted the lid, revealing a rich chicken broth inside.
He only knew two soups—this and corn-and-pork rib. Since he hadn’t bought ribs today, he’d gone all-in on the whole chicken.
Steam billowed out, revealing a milky-white broth topped with a golden layer of chicken fat.
The meat, simmered for hours, fell apart at the slightest nudge—all its essence now in the liquid.
Satisfied, Shen Yi turned off the heat, donned oven mitts, and hefted the pot toward the dining room.
"Chicken soup’s here~"
"Make way—hot stuff coming through!"
He carefully maneuvered the pot, warning everyone to steer clear.
Fu Nanzhi was still scooping rice when Shu Yunyi walked in, drying her hands. She grinned at the feast.
"So lavish!"
Fresh from tidying her room, the aromas made her stomach growl.
"With this spread, Xiao Yi, you’ve outdone yourself."
Shen Yi, still holding the pot, seized the chance to delegate.
"A housewarming calls for extra effort."
"Don’t just stand there—grab me a trivet from the counter."
"On it!"
Shu Yunyi dashed to the kitchen.
The solid wood table was too nice to risk scorch marks from the searing-hot pot.
"Here, put it here."
Shu Yunyi slid the trivet into place, and Shen Yi finally set the pot down.
"Where’s Zhu Yun?"
Speak of the devil—before he could answer, Cheng Jun’s voice rang from the entryway.
"Wow, smells amazing!"
"Perfect timing."
Fu Nanzhi, passing by with rice bowls, eyed Cheng Jun’s haul.
"What’s all this?"
Shen Yi and Shu Yunyi stepped out to see Cheng Jun dropping bags with a relieved sigh.
"Finally—my arms are dead."
"Water, please. My throat’s a desert..."
Shen Yi hurried back with a glass. Cheng Jun snatched it and chugged, wiping her lips before explaining.
"All essentials."
"This bag’s bedsheets, that flat one’s vacuum-sealed pillows—they’ll fluff up once opened."
Setting the glass down, she added,
"The bedding in the rooms looked clean, but who knows how long it’s been sitting there."
"Figured we’d swap it all out for a fresh feel."
Fu Nanzhi’s eyes lit up.
"Nice one, Zhu Yun."
"Didn’t even think of that."
Women were naturally detail-oriented here. Shu Yunyi chimed in,
"I was just gonna wash the old ones, but this saves the trouble."
"Thanks, Zhu Yun."
Cheng Jun smiled faintly—the praise made her effort worthwhile.
Shen Yi, ever the oblivious guy, just hauled the bags to the couch.
"Bedding can wait."
"Food’s ready—let’s eat!"
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
