The Daily Life of the Immortal King

As soon as Mr. Wang entered the villa, he went to the toilet. He rode a small tricycle all the way, and the urine was really suffocating. Nearly seventy years old, the old man's body is still quite strong. Except for the more serious senile dementia, other functional indicators are normal after the regular physical examination in Xiuzhen Hospital.

But even though he has severe Alzheimer's, Wang's father and Wang's mother must not be careful that the old man will lose him... Because the old man has been driven by Wang Ling when he rides a small tricycle, and he has the ability to automatically lead the way. And the most important thing is that the old man doesn't struggle at all to ride.

Otherwise, relying solely on the strength of the old man alone, it is impossible to ride a little bit from the suburbs of the neighboring city...

Hearing that the old man was here, Dad Wang hurriedly finished his work. In Wang's family, the only person who can make Wang Dad feel awe, except for Wang Ma and Wang Ling in a runaway state, is the only old man. Wang Ling remembered that when Grandma was still alive, Dad Wang was actually more afraid of Grandma, but unfortunately, Wang Ling's grandma passed away before Wang Ling was born. Said to be terminally ill.

At that time, Dad Wang was sad for a long time. After that, until Wang Ling was born, Dad Wang kept fantasizing. If Wang Ling was born a few years earlier, maybe her old man would not die.

It's a pity that there is no if in life, every day is live broadcast...

Father Wang's Alzheimer's disease was also acquired when Grandma Wang Ling passed away. When he was young, Mr. Wang was a romantic figure and owed a lot of romantic debts. Among them, the most affectionate one was his own wife. So when Grandma Wang Ling left, it was a huge blow to the old man.

In the living room, Dad Wang lit a cigarette: "Have you made a reservation for tonight's restaurant?"

Wang Ma nodded: "I've already booked it at Chrysanthemum Downstairs. I originally booked it at the Kitchen God's shop, but the owner of that shop has been busy recently. It is said that the price of egg fried rice has gone up again! It used to sell for 288, but now it costs 988! You're just stealing money!"

Wang Ling: "..."

Wang Ling knew that a place called God of Cooking had been very popular recently. A little-known store with just a bowl of egg fried rice attracted countless heavyweight customers, and food experts from various regions rushed to promote it.

Wang Ling felt that the identity of such a boss was suspicious. Either an old senior in the cultivation world, or a big brother who has traveled through... If neither, then it is very likely that he has carried a certain system and has been blessed by the power of the system! The subject of portable systems is not new, and Wang Ling knows that this has always been a project that Wang Ming has been researching in the past few years. At present, many portable systems have been invented to conduct secret experiments in various locations...

"Forget it, it's not bad for Chrysanthemum to go downstairs."

Dad Wang glanced at the little tricycle parked in the back garden: "Why are there so many apples?"

"Dad brought it. He still remembers that Lingling liked to eat oranges when he was a child, but unfortunately he brought it wrong..."

"..." Dad Wang covered his face and sighed inwardly: Dad's Alzheimer's is really getting worse!

And it seems... constipation seems to be a little serious! I went into the toilet for a long time and didn't come out...

Wang Ling also felt very helpless about this. With Wang Ling's current ability, he could easily wipe out cancer cells in his body, but...for a neurological disease like Alzheimer's, Wang Ling was incurable.

What's more, Mr. Wang's Alzheimer's condition is very complicated, which is completely caused by heart disease. If it was a problem with bodily functions, Wang Ling could take care of it and treat it directly. Especially in the area of ​​orthopedics, Wang Ling's treatment methods are quite superb. After several years of development, it has completely surpassed the German orthopedics!

Not long after, the sound of flushing the toilet came from the toilet, and the old man walked out slowly. When he came to the living room, the old man grabbed Wang Ling's hand and looked at Wang Ling strangely: "Jiao, I haven't seen each other for a few months, how come I'm so young? ...that thing has preservatives in it!"

"..."

Dad Wang: "Dad!...I'm your son!"

The old man Wang was stunned, stunned, and then patted his head: "Oh! That's right! You are my son! Then this kid... is Jingke?! Where's our family decree?"

"..."

Mr. Wang is a person who likes to play tricks very much. When he entered the door before, Alzheimer's disease did break out. But now, Wang Ling could see at a glance that the old man was pretending. This trick can deceive Wang Dad and Wang Ma, but not Wang Ling.

Wang's father and Wang's mother saw Wang Ling's look, and immediately understood: "Dad, you are already quite old, and you still like to joke."

When the old man saw that his trick was seen through, he smiled happily: "In the end, it's still our family's commander. By the way... how do you fix it at night?"

"Dad, we're going to have a restaurant. We've already made reservations. We'll be waiting for you."

"Don't, don't, what kind of restaurant are you going to go to? It's a waste of money. Is there any food at home?" Mr. Wang asked.

"Have……"

"If you have it, it will be done!" The old man took off the black cloth cap on his head, showing his big bald head, and rolled up his sleeves: "Don't move any of you tonight, let me show you both."

"Dad, I think you don't have to work hard... What if you get dementia again while cooking?"

"What does Alzheimer's have to do with my cooking!? Even if I forget you all, I won't forget how to cook!" The old man said angrily.

When it comes to cooking, Mr. Wang is a little more stubborn than ordinary people. Because before the old man retired, he used to be a chef in a star-rated hotel, and he had been in the business for more than 40 years. For three hundred and sixty-five days, even if the old man cooks three meals a day, as long as the ingredients are sufficient, the dishes will not be repeated.

The old man is a strange man. When he was in the culinary world, he accepted many apprentices, big and small. It follows the set of happy cooking theory, which was taught by the master of the old man. As for who the master is, even Wang Ling doesn't know, because the old man is now senile and has a lot of confusion about the memory of the past, even with memory retrieval, it may not be able to find any useful clues. On the other hand, forced search may deepen the old man's Alzheimer's symptoms.

After all, the target was still his grandfather... Even though Wang Ling was full of curiosity, he didn't gossip to this level.

"You guys don't move today. Although I'm old and my brain is a little out of control, my body is still strong. My good grandson participated in the four-day event, look at him thin!" The old man stared at Wang Ling and smiled. She skillfully took off the apron that Wang Ma was hanging behind the kitchen door and tied it around her waist.

"Dad, do you want me to help?"

"Find out the oil, salt, sauce, etc. for me, and then help me find out what kind of dishes are at home."

"There are spinach radishes in the fridge, and a little pork..."

"Well, I saw bananas on the table in the living room. I can make a fruit platter later. The angry bananas I had back then were a must!"

The old man opened the refrigerator and his eyes lit up: "Are there pig ears? Well... Yes, the sauce burns the ears!"

Wang Ling always felt familiar with this cooking style: "..."