Chapter 39: Gloomy President x Fast Blade God

System 5555, the second-generation system, has independent evolution and learning functions. It is a perfect creation, the best friend of the host, and the angel of hope that brings love and peace to the original owner...
All in all, the system 5555 is very good at learning.
The first thing it learned from Luo Jiujiang is that Han Qianling is more important than everything.
Don't ask why, just ask "Wow Qianling!", "It's Qianling!", "My Qianling!"
Mom's mentally retarded.
So now, it and Luo Jiujiang are riding on a high-speed train returning home, because it is said that "the breath of Qianling comes from the direction of the original owner's hometown."
As for why Luo Jiujiang could not accurately locate the location of Han Qianling, it might have something to do with the obstacle of Heaven.
Luo Jiujiang was not optimistic about why Fang Tiandao deliberately concealed the breath of Han Qianling.
He felt that the other party might want to chew the soul fragments of Qianling, chew it for himself.
The system held the opposite opinion, just afraid to say it.
Heaven’s way here is too wise, knowing that Luo Jiujiang can die for the sake of "Han Qianling", so he quickly hides people.
If you can hide more tightly, how much trouble can you alleviate?
In any case, since the person is not hiding, there is nothing to say. The system numbly guided Luo Jiujiang to book a high-speed rail ticket to his hometown.
Luo Jiujiang's earlier words, "You can't let the children go back to the hometown, otherwise the elderly will feel distressed." These words were obviously eaten by him.
Luo Jiujiang said: "I can lift iron to show the elderly and tell him that being thin is the result of fitness. One ton is not enough to lift two tons, he will definitely believe it."
system:"……"
The system does not want to speak.

Lin Jingjiang’s home town is relatively remote. In addition to the ten-hour high-speed rail ride, he needs to transfer to another bus. Finally, he drags his suitcase for a while, or rides a three-wheeled electric car for three yuan.
The whole journey takes about a day.
So the system 5555 takes it for granted that it has at least one day to rest. Of course, during the journey, it is happy to chat with the host, or scroll to the host to show the e-book or something.
After all, his host is very generous, generous, tolerant and considerate as long as he is not a demon, and it is quite pleasant to chat with him.
But the system underestimated Luo Jiujiang.
It never imagined that for people like Luo Jiujiang, you can be a demon regardless of time, place, or occasion.
It was as if it had never expected that Luo Jiujiang people could teleport in the blink of an eye on the high-speed rail. Like clocking in at a regular time, suddenly flew to Ji Shijie's house at midnight, and then beat someone up again!
system:[……]
He also thought that Luo Jiujiang had forgotten about it, how could he still remember it!
Coincidentally, today I watched the live broadcast with fear, and learned from the live broadcast that Luo Jiujiang was going back to his hometown, so Ji Shijie, who paused the live broadcast for one day, also thought so.
Luo Jiujiang answered the system: [It's just a matter of going back and forth, and it's not bothersome. ]
His reply to Ji Shijie was much simpler, with only two words: "Repay the money!"
Ji Shijie was really going to cry.
...
Afterwards, the system finally remembered and asked Luo Jiujiang: [Host, you obviously have this ability, so why don't you go home directly, but also take the high-speed train, take the bus, and then take the electric tricycle? ]
After all, you can fly a few hundred kilometers in an instant to beat the target person, then fly a few hundred kilometers, and return to the high-speed rail as if nothing happened.
Luo Jiujiang was very calm, very innocent, and very confident and said: [Because I abide by the rules of the world! ]
The system was speechless for a while.

The small town has blue tiles and white walls. On the public avenue, the ground is polished flat concrete.
When it comes to the small courtyards, usually everyone does not spread red bricks or cement.
The courtyard stone is usually covered with a kind of blue stone that is a local specialty. The thick stone slab, the stone surface is shiny, the color and the green moss match together, there is a kind of tranquility between the vegetation, and it feels cool in summer.
Old man Lin moved a bench and sat in the bluestone yard.
He hid under the eaves of the black tiles, squeezing a hookah in his hand and puffing. Sometimes the soot accumulates, just knock it on the bluestone ground—conveniently, and strong.
The little old man squinted his eyes, and in the lines on his face, there was a bit of wisdom in life hidden in every segment.
Old man Lin is a cook. Generally speaking, a lean cook weighs three hundred jin. But he was different, he was not tall, and his figure was deflated.
Only people who invite the old man to enjoy his face as a finale on New Year's and holidays, weddings and banquets, know that the old man's meat is not collapsed, and he can even handle a large iron pot of more than ten kilograms.
When others are in their old age, fame and fortune are all worth seeing. The only thing I worry about is probably his own grandson.
It was at this moment that Luo Jiujiang dragged his suitcase and walked into the courtyard.
Old Man Lin's eyes, which had been squinted, suddenly opened up.
"Back?" he said happily.
Luo Jiujiang looked at the old man who was full of content with wrinkles in front of him, and his heart was softened.
He always has nothing to do with such old-fashioned old people. This is the case with the old lady who is full of love for the family, and the same is true for the old man Lin who is so excited to swallow the cigarette.
"I'm back, how are you?"
"Very good." Old man Lin came over and pulled Luo Jiujiang's arm, his strength was actually quite strong, "You come back today, old man, I will start the stove! What kind of food do you want to eat and grandpa said, the dishes in the back garden are fresh, meat There are also chickens...you can do everything and eat everything."
Luo Jiujiang supported the old man with his backhand, and said with a smile: "I still don't trouble you...Would you like to try my craft?"
Old man Lin was a little startled: "Xiao Jiang can cook?"
"Yes. When I come back this time, I deliberately learned how to cook with you and inherited your skills."
The old man was even more happy after hearing this: "Okay! Okay! We Xiaojiang are sensible."
"Then the reception banquet for you today will have to let Grandpa come."
...
When the live broadcast room was opened, fans were still a bit surprised.
-"Did the anchor start broadcasting so early? Didn't you ask for a day off yesterday?"
-"It's only time to get home now, the anchor has been exhausted all day long."
However, this voice was quickly suppressed, because what appeared in the lens was not the familiar face, but a pair of old hands.
The voice of the anchor in the voiceover was clear: "I went home, and grandpa said to cook braised pork. I thought about it, everyone is still at work, maybe they are hungry, so I will show it to everyone."
......It's such a bad anchor!
So why not put the lens closer? !
The pork for braised pork was picked by Luo Jiujiang and Mr. Lin together. As usual, Luo Jiujiang washed the whole piece of pork with aura while Elder Lin was not paying attention.
This shocked the old man when he was holding pork later: "The meat station in town, when is it willing to pay a big price for this good meat?"
The pork that was deliberately selected has five layers and three layers. The meat is tender and smooth, and it is slightly sticky when it touches. It is the first-rate fresh ingredient.
The back of the old man's hand has been exposed, with a layer of loose dark fleshy skin stretched out, and he is still unambiguous when he picks up the knife. The pork sticky knife was still tough, but he lifted the knife in his hand and cut the pork belly neatly.
Praise in the barrage:
-"Anchor is really a source of family learning"
-"Now I know how the anchor's sword technique was developed."
When the meat pieces were ready, Mr. Lin began to fry the sugar.
Stir-fried sugar color is a delicate work, and the grasp of the heat must be extremely precise.
Once the sugar color is fried, the meat will be burnt and bitter. But if the frying time is not enough, the sugar color will be weak. Without the visual stimulus of the thick sauce, no matter how full the taste is, it is also a disadvantage to eat.
The old man was not at all shocked when looking at the camera. Under the witness of netizens, he sauteed the sugar into the sweetest, with small bubbles, and the burnt red color that made the index finger move the most.
Needless to say, putting the meat off the pot, just looking at the fried syrup, many people can't help but start to their saliva.
Then the meat pieces were put into the pot and rolled evenly in the sugar sauce, stained with a wonderful red color. Accompanied by the light sizzling in the pan, the pieces of meat were colored, and they were full of juice. They were cooked in the pan, and the burnt edges were slightly fried.
The meaty and sweet scent almost came out across the screen, rushing toward the audience through the most vivid visual stimulation.
One word, greedy; two words, so greedy; three words, really want to cry!
Mr. Lin's kitchen has all kinds of seasonings. Green onion, ginger, cinnamon is just the basic seasoning, and anise anise is also a regular spice.
When Caoguo Baizhi and Hongzhizi are all thrown in, there is not only pure sweetness in the meat, but also the fragrance of the gravy. Various spices are stewed into a wonderful sweetness, all with a small fire. The stewing effort seeps into the meat bit by bit.
Mr. Lin didn't worry about adjusting the heat, he should know that the braised pork had to be stewed slowly to taste.
As the saying goes, slow down on the fire, less water, don’t urge him when he is familiar with himself, he is beautiful when the fire is full!
The braised pork was simmered for nearly two hours. Not only was the skin crispy, the red meat was springy, and the white meat was smooth. With a bite of the upper and lower rows of teeth, a mouthful of sweet and delicious gravy suddenly overflowed. Mixed with the sweet aroma that goes straight to the nose, it is simply the first-class enjoyment in the world.
The netizens looked at the meat pot obsessively across the screen, enduring the visual suffering.
The residents of half of the small town smelled the faint smell of meat on the road, and were tortured by the sense of smell.
In the lobby room, Mr. Lin collected the braised pork with sauce and filled it into a basin. The big pot of thickened braised pork was so shiny, the soup was rich and full, and the fragrance fragrant ten miles, but in the end it only entered the mouths of two people.
At this moment, their happiness is more than that of thousands of fans who watched the live broadcast, and more than half a small town.
Just as Luo Jiujiang was about to put down his chopsticks, his expression suddenly became solemn.
The system shook again.
Sure enough, the next moment, the door of the Lin family was banged.
The door opened, and standing in front of the door was a young man with a polite, but gloomy look.
"My name is Han, a tourist who came to climb a mountain nearby." The man introduced himself, "It is already late, and no hotel can be found here. Can you borrow one night here?"