Ling Xiao followed his father to the kitchen and helped bring the food to the living room.

The old house in my home is very small in size and the kitchen only has a very narrow aisle, so it is impossible to set up a dining table.

There are many smokey gray-black marks on the walls of the kitchen. There is no range hood installed at home. When cooking, the windows are usually opened to let the smoke be dissipated.

That's why Ling Xiao didn't want his mother to do these housework. When he was a child, he remembered that his mother had a good cooking skills. At that time, although the family was not rich, he didn't see any meat every time.

But Luo Ying always makes delicious food for him in a different way. Although they are all very common ingredients in farmers' markets, they are always delicious.

Thinking of this, Ling Xiao, who was holding two dishes, couldn't help but sigh.

After all, he is too incompetent. Time travel is not omnipotent. He is just an ordinary person, and he is just a senior high school student. He has no profound knowledge and no extraordinary skills. Perhaps someone who is better than ordinary students is just a few years of experience in struggling in society and the edges that have been polished by society.

"Let's have a meal."

The family was sitting in the cramped living room, with a small red sofa placed on the side of the door, opposite to it was an old color TV, and a refrigerator was placed in the corner.

There is nothing else except a wooden four-corner dining table.

"On the way back today, I went to the supermarket to buy some pears and cooked soup."

Ling Yuan put a bowl of soup in front of his wife: "Drinking more will be good for your health."

Rock sugar and pear soup has the effect of moistening the lungs. Although Ling Yuan also knew that these things were just a drop in the bucket for his wife's illness, he always did this.

"Ling Xiao also drinks a bowl."

Luo Ying smiled and served a bowl for her son.

“Have you worked hard recently?”

She was still worried about her son's studies because she knew that this family could not give Ling Xiao too much, and they could not give anything except this house.

Ling Yuan actually cared about Ling Xiao’s academic performance, but his wife asked first, so he didn’t speak.

"It's okay to study. I just finished the second base test recently and got 531 points. If I follow the first-tier line last year, I might still be 30 points away."

Ling Xiao answered honestly.

Xincheng is a prefecture-level city below Linxian City. The test questions for the basic test are uniformly set by the city, but the second basic test is obviously much more difficult than the first basic test.

"Son, you have to work harder."

Ling Yuan frowned, but soon stretched out again. He only had a high school diploma. He went to the army as soon as he graduated from high school. In fact, he had little impression of the cruel senior high school.

But he knew that his son was very smart. If he devoted himself to studying, there would be no big problem to pass the first school entrance exam.

He hopes that Ling Xiao can have a future, because he will be like this in his life. Apart from being a security guard, he has no better career choice.

But his son is different, and he can have many ways to go in his future.

"Um."

Ling Xiao nodded and buried his head in a few mouthfuls of rice.

In the next three months, he felt that he should work hard. On Wu Ke, he was not sure at all. The "purple clay body quenching formula" is probably something he imagined, and he actually did not expect much hope.

So you can't leave your studies behind.

......

In the evening, Ling Xiao practiced the stance exercises in the room for a while.

However, there seemed to be no obvious improvement. He remembered that Zhao Yangqiu seemed to say that the "Huanyuan Pile" should have a three-level realm. These martial arts techniques have never been achieved overnight. It took Zhao Yangqiu three years to practice this stance to the second level.

"How long will it take me?"

Ling Xiao restrained his movements and smiled bitterly.

Perhaps my understanding is not bad, this is what Zhao Yangqiu said.

But he doesn't have time.

It’s only more than two months before the assessment of Wuke.

With just a little time, he did not think he had the ability to cultivate the "Huanyuan Pile" to a qualitative improvement.

"So it depends on whether the body quenching method is OK."

After thinking about some things, Ling Xiao took off his clothes and lay on the bed. Perhaps this weekend, he should have made up the body tempering recipe.

......

In the next few days, Ling Xiao went to school step by step. The atmosphere in the third grade of high school in the school was a little depressed. When passing by each class, he could only hear the rustling sound of writing in the classroom.

During this period, Ling Xiao did not go to the gym again. Last time he went there, he had already caused some trouble. Although it was someone else who provoked him, he still thought that it would be better to do less than to do more. Most of these martial arts students were pretentious, and ordinary students did not have any sense of existence in front of them.

It was finally the weekend.

In Xincheng High School, the third year of high school has only one day off a week. Ling Xiao took advantage of this time to go to the Chinese medicine pharmacy in the city to help his mother get medicine.

He went to four Chinese pharmacies in total and bought all the medicinal materials needed for the "purple clay body quenching formula".

"Fortunately, they are not particularly precious Chinese medicine."

When he got home, Ling Xiao came to the kitchen.

The reason why he had to go to several Chinese pharmacies to get medicine was that he did not want to expose the prescription of the "purple clay body quenching prescription". Although this prescription is not sure whether it is true.

"What if it's poison?"

Ling Xiao took a deep breath and looked at the pack of Chinese herbal medicines wrapped in dark paper in front of him.

"June Han two cents."

Ling Xiao picked out June Han and put it in the medicine pot.

Then, he hesitated again.

In that strange space, he used the function of backtracking to browse the entire process of these personality exchanges "purple clay body quenching squares".

It seems that the techniques of dispensing medicines and boiling medicines are still very particular.

The heat must be controlled in time periods. These medicines cannot be added at once. They need to be invested bit by bit according to the steps.

“It’s quite troublesome.”

He closed his eyes, sorted out his memory again, and after confirming that there was no missing, he added water and fired directly.

"The fire should be a little smaller at this time."

A few minutes later, sweat began to appear on Ling Xiao's forehead, and his attention was all focused on controlling the heat, adding medicinal materials, and clean water.

To be honest, he was worried about the control of the heat.

How much firepower is considered to be the small, medium, and large fire in the mouths of those people?

This is really a technical job.

He just often helped his mother get medicine, so he had some understanding of Chinese medicine. But after all, he was not an old Chinese doctor, so he could only rely on his feelings at this time.

“Too white rice.”

There was a handful of white rice grains on his hand. Ling Xiao clenched his fist and slowly threw the white rice into the medicine pot from the middle of his fist.
Chapter completed!