I don't know when, Ishida has already returned to his home, sitting on a wooden chair, his eyes are full of doubts, and he looks puzzled.

"How could it be? How could it be? I'm a dignified king of martial arts? How can I scare a countryman today." Ishida frowned his brows, he said to himself, feeling very deeply in his heart resentment.

He is the first genius in Ansong Town, and even the first genius in a radius of a hundred miles. Now he was actually bluffed by a wild species who didn't know where he came from. This is a shame and shame, and it is absolutely unbearable.

But for some reason, as long as Ishida thinks of Chen Xi's gaze, his whole body will tremble slightly, no more courage, and some are just cowardly.

"I just checked his cultivation base. He is obviously just a villager who has no power to bind a chicken. He can never be a talented person." Ishida took a deep breath and said to himself in his heart. Said something.

"Fine, I will bear him for a few more days."

Finally, out of ignorance and fear of Chen Xi, Ishida gritted his teeth and said something.

On the other side, Chen Xi, Chen Yu and Chen Fuhuan gathered together in a warm and harmonious atmosphere.

After so many days of getting along, Chen Xi also has some understanding of the current home.

Chen's mother was weak and weak in her early years. She died soon after giving birth to Chen Yu. Only Chen Yu's father was left to raise Chen Yu with feces and urine.

The father and daughter have always depended on each other. Although the life is not rich, but with Father Chen's medical skills, it is still passable, and it is not too miserable.

And Chen Yu is also very sensible. After a little bit older, he began to take care of housework and share some pressure for his father.

Although Chen Yu was very envious of the children who could study in the school, their family really did not have this condition, so they had to come out early to do things.

Father Chen held the bowl in one hand, and then slurped up the fish soup in the bowl in one go, with a refreshing appearance.

"Chen Xi, your craft is getting better and better. I even doubt that you were a cook before you lost your memory." Father Chen put down the empty bowl in his hand and said with a smile to Chen Xi .

"Cook? Am I not a beggar?" After Chen Xi heard Father Chen's words, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he said to himself.

"I also think it's possible. Brother Chen's craftsmanship is really good. They are all made of exactly the same material. How can he make so delicious." Chen Yu licked his lips, and then pressed harder. Nodded, agreeing with his father's statement.

It would be impossible to have such a good cooking skill if it hadn't been in charge for many years.

Just Chen Xi's skill in cutting vegetables can't be matched by normal people.

Even himself, who has been cooking for so many years, is far from being able to compare with Chen Xi, even half of him.

Chen Yu even felt that even those imperial chefs in the palace who were in charge of the emperor could not have the same cooking skills as Chen Xi.

"Maybe, I don't remember..." Chen Xi muttered to herself, her eyes thoughtful.

"Father, didn't you say that Brother Chen should be a martial artist before? What is that..." Chen Yu subconsciously asked aloud as if recalling something.

"Being the father is just a guess, and most people won't be hurt so badly, and it's even more unlikely that they will live alive in a few days." Father Chen's face became slightly stiff, and he slowly said aloud.

"Father, is the warrior just like the brother Shi next door? It is said that he is very good now, as if he can live several hundred years old." Chen Yu said again.

"Xiao Yu, not everyone can cultivate, and your natural dantian is incomplete, and you are destined to be unable to cultivate. Therefore, it is better for you to know less about this aspect." Father Chen sighed softly, and then spoke earnestly. Said something.

"Oh." Chen Yu nodded lightly, but did not continue to question.

"Uncle Chen, were you also a martial artist before?" Chen Xi always felt that the word martial artist was a bit familiar, and he asked Father Chen.

"Yeah." Father Chen nodded lightly, his face a bit vicissitudes of life.

"Father, it's true? Why have I never heard you say it before?" Chen Yu's eyes widened, and she said with a look of surprise.

"It's all about Chen Zhima's rotten grains, no matter if you don't mention it or mention it..." Father Chen sighed deeply, and then said aloud.

Chen Xi was keenly aware that Father Chen's expression was a bit wrong, but out of politeness, he did not continue to question.

Father Chen stood up suddenly, he brought out a large jar of wine from his room, and put it directly on the table.

"Come on, Chen Xi, how can a man not drink? How about you come and accompany my uncle for a few drinks?" Father Chen laughed twice before opening the wine jar directly.

A very strong aroma of wine permeated in an instant, directly covering the entire room, making Chen Xi's mind stunned.

Chen Yu felt that the wine jar was a bit familiar. After looking at it for a while, her face flushed.

This... Isn't this the daughter Hong that he buried with his father a few years ago?

Didn't Dad say that he can only drink it after he gets married?

Why now............

As if Father Chen couldn't see his daughter's red face at all, he took a bowl, filled it with wine, and handed it directly to Chen Xi.

"Thank you Uncle Chen." Chen Xi took the wine bowl with both hands and said politely.

"What are you polite? We are a family now." Father Chen laughed twice, and then filled his bowl with wine.

"Come on, a toast!" Father Chen picked up the wine bowl and touched it heavily at Chen Xi.

Afterwards, Father Chen drank all the wine in the bowl in one go, without leaving a single drop.

Upon seeing this, Chen Xi also hurriedly drank the drink in the bowl.

This daughter was extremely red and mellow, and she felt her heart after the entrance, and Chen Xi couldn't help feeling shocked.

"Good wine..." Chen Xi muttered to herself, a look of doubt flashed in her eyes.

Why didn't I feel the slightest spicyness when I was drinking, and I still felt that this scene was very familiar, as if it had happened countless times.

Is it possible that I was actually a drunkard who was addicted to life before?

"Good drinking!" Father Chen glanced at Chen Xi in surprise, and then said with admiration.

My daughter's degree of red is extremely high, and most people simply can't enjoy it.

I still remember that Chen Yu sneaked a sip after carrying herself a few years ago, but she slept for three days and three nights before she emptied her alcohol.

This daughter's red strength is evident from this!

"Uncle Chen, I don't know...can I have another bowl?" Chen Xi's face was a little ruddy. This was not because he had drunk too much, but because he was a little hard to say.

"Don't call Uncle Chen and Uncle Chen, I think your kid has a great appetite for me, so let's just call Dad!" Father Chen laughed and said something that made everyone look bewildered.

"Father, you...what nonsense are you talking about!" Chen Yu's face was blushing, she said shyly.