Corpse Recovery Diver

"Children like Xiao Yuan, as long as they are healthy, are always likable."

Aunt Liu took the herbal soup off the stove and carried it to the east room.

In the east room, Liu Yumei's voice could be heard chatting to the ancestral tablets:

"The more I look at Xiao Yuan, the more I like him."

Aunt Liu deliberately raised her voice and said, "Oh my, when bringing a son-in-law in, you can only bring in an honest one. You can't bring in some wild man from afar, or else the family assets will be taken advantage of by others."

Liu Yumei turned her head, face tense, looking at Aunt Liu, but then she couldn't hold back and laughed:

"You're just itching for trouble, aren't you? A slap for your cheek."

Aunt Liu put down the herbal soup and said, "Drink your medicine first, and I'll take a slap to relieve your bitterness."

Liu Yumei picked up the bowl, drinking while looking at the new ancestral tablet above, and asked, "Are all the paint materials the same color?"

"Yes, but the materials are different."

"Did you tell Alii? You have to explain to Alii what materials each of these ancestors' tablets are made of."

"That's not necessary, Alii knows more about this than we do."

"It's so strange. I taught things like music, chess, calligraphy, and painting when she was young, but I'm not skilled in crafting, and you all aren't either. Who on earth taught her that?"

"Xiao Yuan reads a lot of books, and Alii watches with him. She must have absorbed some of it."

In the Jianghu Chronicles, Wei Zhengdao introduced many talisman papers and utensils. Though not overly detailed, many were just touched upon, but for intelligent people, having a drawing or a simple introduction was enough to indicate the direction and solve the biggest problem.

Liu Yumei drank half a bowl of medicine in one go and sighed:

"If Alii hadn't lost the protection of her ancestral spirits and encountered that misfortune, she would also be an exceptionally smart child. As for Xiao Yuan, there's no need to say more. Imagine if the two of them grow up, get married, and have children, what would those children be like?"

Aunt Liu hesitated to say something.

Liu Yumei suddenly sighed again, "But it seems neither of them likes children at all."

Aunt Liu consoled, "After all, they aren't their own."

"That's true." Liu Yumei smiled again, downing the rest of the herbal soup, then picked up the sugar lumps intended to chase the bitterness, handed one to Aunt Liu, "You're always so sweet-tongued, here's a reward for you."

Aunt Liu caught it with her mouth, savoring the sugar, and said, "Therefore, you need to take good care of yourself. If they really don't like children, and have them but don't like them, who else would help take care of them but you?"

"Indeed, bring me another bowl."

...

Lin Shuyou was originally at Big Beard's house, hoping Xiong Shan could tell him more about other uses of the Chenzhou Talismans.

But after the last experience that led to his appendicitis, Xiong Shan didn't dare make any decisions to explore further with him.

No matter how much Lin Shuyou begged and pleaded, Xiong Shan remained unmoved.

Finally, with no other choice, Lin Shuyou helped Xiao Yingying and Lihua with some paper crafts at Big Beard's house before heading back.

Run Sheng and Tan Wenbin weren't around, leaving Lin Shuyou bored as he sat down at the square table.

The old table, repaired many times, was like an elderly person; sometimes it could stubbornly hold on for a long time, but other times, a gentle breeze or grass movement could cause it to collapse.

As Lin Shuyou sat, he heard a "crack" beneath him.

"Boom!"

The table collapsed under Lin Shuyou.

Li Zhiyuan, holding a pager, happened to be coming downstairs.

He had just received a page from Xue Liangliang and was about to go to Aunt Zhang's convenience store to return the call.

"Brother Xiao Yuan..."

Lin Shuyou awkwardly stood up, saying:

"I will fix it."

"If it can't be fixed, it doesn't matter. Just chop it up and use it as firewood in the kitchen."

Li Zhiyuan was unconcerned; it was just an old broken table.

The teenager left home, walked to Aunt Zhang's convenience store, and called Xue Liangliang back.

The call connected quickly:

"Xiao Yuan, are you still in Nantong?"

When mentioning the words "Nantong," Brother Liang's voice was full of emotion.

"Yeah."

"I thought you guys had already left."

"I thought you called to tell me where to go next."

Calculating the time, it seemed about right to catch the next wave.

When he received the page, he wondered if Brother Liang would provide clues again this time.

"I can't leave; the selection process just started, and it's already giving me a headache."

Current college students are highly valued and have high comprehensive abilities, yet even so, Xue Liangliang and his group felt their selected individuals soon became tasteless.

"Shouldn't you have assigned them internships early?"

"It's still early, needs a few more months."

"Oh."

It seemed this time it wasn't Brother Liang providing leads.

Xue Liangliang was simply calling to chat.

For someone accustomed to running around and being busy all over, returning to campus work felt like a monkey being locked back in a cage.

Li Zhiyuan kept him company, waiting for him to reveal his true intentions.

After much beating around the bush, the real purpose finally emerged.

"Xiao Yuan."

"Yeah."

"Can you ask Binbin to buy me some seasonal clothes and have them sent over for me?"

"Sure."

"Thank Binbin for me, much appreciated."

"No problem."

Xue Liangliang mentioned Tan Wenbin twice, indicating he didn't want Li Zhiyuan to go.

Liangliang knew that his partner was quite intimidated by Xiao Yuan.

After hanging up, Li Zhiyuan headed home.

Just as he reached the yard, he saw Lin Shuyou walking over with a broken table leg.

"Brother Xiao Yuan, there's a compartment inside this table leg."

Lin Shuyou originally intended to try fixing the table, but it was too broken, fixing it would cost more time and effort than making two new tables.