Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Chen Qing's days in Gaolin County flowed like still, deep water, stable and peaceful.

This day, the morning light was dim, filtering through the window lattice and scattering mottled shadows inside the room.

Chen Qing pushed open the door, and a fragrance of cooked rice mixed with the familiar scent of pickled vegetables wafted toward him.

Lady Han was busy at the stove, the pot gurgling and steaming with heat.

"Mother, didn't I say to let Xiao Cui and the others handle these things?"

Chen Qing walked forward and took the bowl from her hands.

Xiao Cui was a maid arranged by Wu Manqing to serve them.

Lady Han wiped her hands with her apron, her face showing undisguised joy, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes smoothing out, "You rarely come home, and Mother can still move. What's the harm in making you a few hot meals? How can you get this flavor outside?"

She was referring to the braised pork with dried bamboo shoots simmering in the pot, with a side dish of crisp pickled cucumbers and several pieces of fragrant fermented tofu.