Waste is just the threshold to my meeting.

Chapter 55 May God bless you

Whether it's playing games or doing tasks in real life.

Exploiting bugs to farm achievements is definitely something players enjoy and are very willing to do.

Just like Fu Chen right now.

After he discovered that he could repeatedly farm achievements on Old Wang next door and his son.

He relentlessly and frantically used his "high emotional intelligence" to make the two of them go back and forth between crawling on the ground and standing up.

After about ten times...

[Good Will Hunting]: Comfort count 10/20

Old Wang and his son didn't seem to be buying it; no matter how they tried to comfort them, they didn't react at all.

"High emotional intelligence."

Old Wang and his son lay on the ground looking at him: "?"

"Three words that will warm your whole day."

Old Wang next door slammed his head down, looking up at the pitch-black sky with only a few lonely stars.

"Son, hit him."

Old Wang's son next door had been thinking about this for a while, but he looked at Fu Chen regretfully and said, "Dad, I don't have the strength anymore..."

After Fu Chen's repeated attempts to comfort and dampen their spirits, both of them were completely exhausted...

After everyone finished watching the play, they went home. Apart from Old Wang next door, there was no one else on the street. However, the rumors and gossip seemed to linger in the air.

Wandering around, the lights of thousands of homes are twinkling.

Old Wang and his son struggled to their feet, quickly packed their bags, and ran away.

He's a man who cares about his reputation. Given his family situation, how could outsiders not view him with prejudice?

He wasn't like Fu Longhu and Liu Liping, who were thick-skinned and didn't care what outsiders gossiped about them when they were young.

First, move out, then seek compensation from Nong Fulong's wife.

Anyway, I guess I'll be dealing with the courts a lot more in the second half of the year.

The two of them were completely dizzy and disoriented.

Overnight, the entire Wang family home was emptied.

Liu Liping knew about this.

Because she gets up at 4:30 every morning to prepare breakfast for Fu Chen, she happened to hear the noise outside in the dark.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Old Wang from next door and his son rummaging through the door, loading their luggage onto Lalamove.

Lalamove…

This gave him an idea.

I'll have ramen for breakfast.

They ransacked the place.

I finally found a ready-made ramen dish. You just need to cook it and pour it out to eat. It's from a big brand and endorsed by Chef Nic.

Liu Liping got up at 4:30 not because she had a lot of things to prepare, but because she had to figure out what to prepare for Fu Chen.

Moreover, these things must have one characteristic: they must be easy to do and require little effort.

This explains why we stock up on so many pre-made meals at home – they're simple and convenient.

She rummaged through drawers and cabinets again, and found several packets of spicy strips in one of them.

It's a pity that yesterday, Old Wang from next door and his son were the evening's entertainment for their hot pot feast. The entertainment was so exciting that we were moved to eat without realizing it, and in no time we finished all the beef and mutton.

There's no way I can have hot pot in the morning.

Hot pot is truly a godsend for those who can't cook, bar none.

Liu Liping woke Fu Chen up around 7 o'clock.

"Look, Mom got up at 4:30 to prepare breakfast for you. Isn't it delicious?"

Fu Chen, still half-asleep, looked at the "exquisite" ramen on the table. It seemed the noodles had been cooked for too long, turning into a mushy clump…

There was also spicy strips and konjac noodles on another plate.

It was quite a feast.

"Mom, why don't you just leave ten dollars on the table next time? You don't have to go to all that trouble to get up so early to make me breakfast."

"Mainly because you don't look like someone who's had breakfast."

While chewing on a spicy snack called "Genjiujiu", Fu Chen offered his suggestion.

But Liu Liping was a little puzzled. Perhaps it was because this meticulously planned breakfast had been so mentally and physically demanding that she didn't quite understand why:

"Ten yuan?"

"Ten yuan is enough to eat very well," Fu Chen nodded.

Liu Liping still didn't understand: "How can it be called 'good'? How can ten yuan be enough to eat?"

"Ten yuan isn't enough to eat?" Now it was Fu Chen's turn to be confused. His parents delivered takeout every day, ordering meals that cost 9.9 or 6.8 yuan each, not to mention the current situation where steamed buns, fried dough sticks, and soy milk averaged one or two yuan.

How could I not be full?

Where does Mom's complaint about not having enough to eat come from?

Liu Liping earnestly advised, "Of course you won't be full, and the price-performance ratio isn't good! It's a waste of money!"

"Why is Fu Chen bringing up cost-effectiveness?"

Liu Liping proudly took out a wad of change, pursed her lips, and said smugly, "Hey son, you've studied for so many years, but when it comes to life experience, your mom is still the best. Let me tell you, you see."

She laid out a ten-yuan note and several one-yuan notes on the table.

"Son, look, a ten-yuan note is definitely not enough for breakfast. This note is so small, and the face value is so high, it's not worth it."

If you exchange a ten-yuan note for a one-yuan note, although the one-yuan note is smaller, just two of them are bigger than your ten-yuan note and are more filling. Five one-yuan notes are enough to be equivalent to several ten-yuan notes!

What do you call that, "jiji" or something like that?

"Area?" Fu Chen asked tentatively.

"Yes, it's the area."

"wrong…"

"What's wrong?"

"I feel like something's not right, but then I forgot, maybe I'm just too sleepy..." Fu Chen rubbed his head.

Martial arts prowess represents a person's spirit and vitality.

If a person's martial arts skills and cultivation disappear, then their spirit and energy will decline, and they will become an ordinary person.

Then the body's functions will decline significantly, and this situation can be clearly manifested in morning drowsiness.

Liu Liping watched Fu Chen wolf down his food and then prepared to take a nap.

At this moment, Fu Longhu was in the bedroom. He spread out the blanket, took a sniff, and then fell into a deep sleep again.

Fu Chen's father, Fu Longhu, is too shrewd.

He gets up to eat a delicious breakfast, such as hot pot.

If it's just other random stuff, he'll continue sleeping.

They've really mastered the art of weighing the pros and cons.

After finishing his meal and getting ready, Fu Chen went out. At the first intersection after leaving the house, as expected...

It was Liu Haitao fiddling with his watch again, sending him a message.

Ask him to help buy breakfast.

Damn it, I'm really hooked...

Previously, Liu Haitao and dozens of others had asked Fu Chen to buy breakfast, but he came up with a plan to deliberately get caught, hoping to dissuade them from doing so.

But I don't know if they trusted me too much, or if they just had a bad memory and forgot about it? They asked her to buy breakfast again today.

The most terrifying thing was the last message Liu Haitao sent:

Liu Haitao: "Brother Chen, we saw that even the principal spoke up for you yesterday, which is why the academic affairs office didn't punish you. I don't think they'll make things difficult for you anymore. We're definitely having breakfast with you today!"

Quan Jiafei: "Dad, please hurry, I need to pee!"

Chen Jiaxin: "O ne ga yi xi ma si!"

Edwards: "Amitabha! You have a benevolent heart!"

Mike Yang: "May God bless you, my friend."