I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 2123 - 1363: Cherish Life (2)

A. Light

B. As salty as seawater

C. Saltier than seawater

International School, it’s really different, Boss Jiang had never encountered such a question before.

Is this what they call learning with entertainment?

Under Martial Saint’s intense gaze, Jiang Chen easily gave the answer.

"A."

"Light?"

Martial Saint found it hard to understand, unbelievable, but due to Jiang Chen’s impressive performance just now, he didn’t dare to question.

"Bro, have you been to Antarctica?"

"Haven’t been."

"Then have you tasted Antarctic ice?"

Transporting Antarctic icebergs, that was originally a project, someone had thought about it.

"Nope."

Jiang Chen denied once more.

"Then how do you know it’s light?"

"The floating ice of the Antarctic Ocean is mainly formed by the breaking of glaciers from the Antarctic continent into the ocean. Glaciers form from the accumulation and compaction of large amounts of snow under gravity, and snow is formed by the direct condensation of water vapor, containing almost no salt, so when this floating ice melts, it’s fresh water, tasting just like ordinary fresh water."

Sounds.

Seemingly straightforward and especially simple, but why can’t I think of it myself?

"The purpose of reading is to let you get to know places you may not be able to reach. Of course, if you ever have the chance to go to Antarctica, you can verify it yourself."

After speaking, Jiang Chen turned and walked towards Daoist Sister watching TV.

Martial Saint stared at him, didn’t follow, but instead picked up the pen again, altered his answer, and continued his homework, his youthful and handsome face seeming a bit more focused.

Actually.

As a sister, perhaps she should also say thank you to someone.

Daoist Duanmu’s viewing preferences have unknowingly changed, the TV screen now shows no longer the ancient heroes leaping across roofs, plucking leaves and flowers, but modern professional detectives.

Though with frowning brows and deep sorrows, it fits the mainstream.

Daoist Sister is catching up to this era at a Shrinking Ground pace.

Even her viewing aesthetics have kept up.

She should no longer ask silly questions about whether the miraculous skills on TV are real or fake.

However.

Is such growth a good thing or a bad thing?

"This type of show isn’t quite suitable for you."

Jiang Chen sat down nearby.

Suspense drama, episodic show, the scene Tanki Liuli was watching, talking about an unidentified female corpse found in a city park, not only was she murdered, but the killer deliberately shaped the corpse into a statue, boldly displayed in a crowded area. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

This kind of plot is rather bizarre and eye-catching for the audience, but for Daoist Duanmu, it’s probably hard to have a sense of immersion.

Don’t mention harm and abuse, what kind of criminal would dare act arrogantly in front of her?

Even if a soldier king came, they would obediently march in line.

"Your girlfriend says it can increase awareness of prevention."

This word girlfriend almost made Jiang Chen lose his composure, he pressed his lips and stayed silent for quite a while.

"...She has a point too. The Return of the Condor Heroes’ Little Dragon Maiden, you’ve seen it, right? Her martial arts are so advanced, yet she still gets deceived by a villain."

Well.

That was a quick change of stance.

But Boss Jiang wasn’t just cooperating with his girlfriend, he was quite reasonable too.

No matter how strong Tanki Liuli’s skills are, being aware of human’s sinister intentions isn’t bad.

However.

Does she know what the term girlfriend means?

Jiang Chen placed visiting films picked up on the coffee table, comfortably settled into the sofa, watched TV alongside Daoist Sister, enjoying the leisurely afternoon, perhaps unbeknownst why such a heavy-tasting show felt so rare, so much that he unknowingly fell asleep.

In between, Martial Saint came to check, didn’t disturb him, and when he woke up again, the sun was already displaying a reddish dusk.

Glanced sideways.

Well.

Daoist Duanmu was still intently watching television, seemingly unchanged.

Jiang Chen sat upright, stretched lazily.

"Bro, Sister Shuru is back."

Martial Saint called out.

This kid, still doing homework.

What a promising lad.

In front of him, the kid shouldn’t have any need to deliberately perform, right?

"I’ve ordered food, should be arriving soon."

Hearing the voice, Jiang Chen turned to look towards the stairs, seeing Li Shuru descending them, presumably changed her clothes, wearing slippers, turned into a relaxed home style.

Jiang Chen stood up, smiled candidly, spread his arms, "Come and give a hug."

The Martial Saint pretended not to see.

Tanki Liuli was even more indifferent.

It seemed only Li Shuru, the host, felt somewhat inhibited. She glanced at him and then walked over to stand beside the unusually eager Martial Saint today.

"Clean up, it’s time to eat."

"Okay."

The food was delivered right to their doorstep.

Even the delivery personnel were dressed in suits.

"Cooking is indeed an art, spending money on takeout is definitely worth it."

The Martial Saint looked at Jiang Chen in astonishment.

He deliberately didn’t want Sister Shurui to know about this, to avoid stirring up any trouble.

Now his painstaking efforts have gone down the drain.

Sure enough.

Sister Shurui sensed something, "What did you guys have for lunch?"

Seeing that he couldn’t keep it a secret, the Martial Saint could only confess, "My sister came over in the morning."

While speaking, he couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Jiang Chen.

My brother.

That’s really manly.

Sometimes there’s no need for a man to be so straightforward.

"Why didn’t you tell me?"

Li Yuanhua would definitely remember Lan Peizhi, even if they had only met once.

"She was only there for a bit, no need."

Jiang Chen spoke naturally and easily.

"Did Miss Lan make lunch?"

Li Shuru noticed a hint; though she hadn’t interacted much with her, by now she somewhat understood the reputation of Blood Guanyin.

"Uh..."

Martial Saint helped explain, "Don’t blame Brother Jiang Chen; he only returned while we were eating."

What a considerate little brother... or rather, little uncle.

Jiang Chen took it a step further, "Had I known earlier, I should have read a magazine at the airport. Just as well you didn’t come back, her cooking really leaves much to be desired."

"Brother, it’s already pretty impressive that my sister can cook."

The Martial Saint retorted.

Jiang Chen nodded, adhering to the principle of dealing with matters as they are, without mixing things up.

"That’s true."

"As a guest, for Miss Lan to cook personally, even if it’s not delicious, you shouldn’t say anything."

Li Shuru unsurprisingly criticized someone.

It’s not just unwarranted criticism.

Being able to eat a meal cooked by Blood Guanyin herself is a great honor indeed.

But Boss Jiang is an exception.

To him, it’s just a meal, really nothing to brag about.

Don’t mention half-cooked dishes.

Even Lan Peizhi’s saliva, he...

Hold up.

Going off track.

"You’re not afraid the Martial Saint will tattle?"

After finishing the meal, in the tea room on the first floor, Li Shuru whispered.

"Did you not know there’s a saying, ’Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors’?"

Jiang Chen kicked back, one hand holding tea, carefree and easygoing.

"I only know that those who’ve offended Miss Lan usually don’t end well." Li Shuru sipped tea, speaking calmly, as if casually chatting.

Jiang Chen remained unfazed, "That’s all exaggerated stuff, it’s not that dramatic. It’s just some people deliberately slandering her. She even asked me to thank you for taking care of the Martial Saint. If you truly spend time with her, you’ll find she’s quite reasonable."

This evaluation...

If Lan Peizhi herself were here, she wouldn’t know if she’d blush.

"The Martial Saint has been here for so long, she has only visited once. Do you think we’ll have the chance to truly get to know each other?"

Jiang Chen pretended not to hear, then asked, "Since when did you become so knowledgeable about the tea ceremony?"

Li Shuru couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

"What are you nervous about?"

Jiang Chen was stunned, "When was I nervous?"

Li Shuru lowered her head, raised the kettle, gently pressed the lid with her right thumb, held the base steadily with her left hand, the tea poured straight down, with an up-and-down motion, repeating three times, a standard Phoenix nod.

"Someone like Miss Lan, is like magma, and it’s boiling magma; those who cherish life wouldn’t dare to get close."

Jiang Chen stayed silent, quietly watching his girlfriend pour the tea, then picked up the cup and took a sip.

"Brilliant."