Money, wealth, status, beauties, etc. were all at his fingertips when he achieved extraordinary things.

Chen An'an is not a saint, he is just an ordinary person. He does not want to be a saint. What he wants to do is always himself.

"This is?"

Chen An'an looked at a weed on the ground.

The oval leaves and long inflorescences are...plantain.

He knew that this herb had the effects of clearing away heat, diuresis, detoxifying and cooling blood.

"Should I take some Chinese medicine to replenish my health?"

Long-term physical exercise puts a huge load on the body, excessive consumption of Qi and blood, and insufficient follow-up replenishment. How can it be so long-lasting?

Chen Anping decided to run back and forth three more times. If his attributes could not be improved, he would give up today's exercise and start going up the mountain to collect herbs tomorrow.

As a medical student, I really don’t need to go to a pharmacy to buy medicine.

Wouldn’t it be delicious to just go up the mountain and dig up herbs?

Chen An'an picked up the big stone again, stamped his feet on the ground suddenly, raising the dust behind him high, and he himself was like a leopard chasing his prey.

Just when he had been running for ten minutes, he suddenly felt tired and couldn't help but slow down.

This feeling of fatigue is different from lack of physical strength, but more like a feeling of physical deficiency, a feeling of decreased body function.

Chen An'an laughed at himself, "It seems that we really lost money!"

When he reached his destination, Chen Ping'an found that it took him a full twenty-five minutes.

This is the worst ever!

After resting for a while, Chen Anping continued to return holding the big stone.

This time, it took him twenty-six minutes.

It went backwards again!

Chen Anping knew that he definitely couldn't continue training today, otherwise he would have to finish all his old work.

He walked all the way to his home.

"Superman!"

Just as he was about to open the door, a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him.

A little kid's figure appeared behind him, looking at Chen An'an in awe.

Chen An'an was a little surprised. This little kid didn't even call him uncle, but changed his name to Superman.

"Why call me that?"

"I just asked my grandma and she said you can cut three acres of land in one day!"

Chen Anping smiled, this little kid couldn't even cut rice, how could he know how abnormal three acres of land a day was.

Chen Ping An continued to open the door without any intention of answering.

When Chen Xinwu saw that his uncle did not answer, he continued: "Grandma told me that the most powerful man in our village who harvests rice can only harvest one acre of land a day. You have two acres more than him, and you still say that you are not

Superman?"

Chen Ping An's movement to open the door stopped. His speed was far beyond that of ordinary people, and the gap between him and normal people was already three times greater. He could no longer be described as a normal person. There seemed to be nothing wrong with describing himself as "superman".

Just like Usain Bolt's world record of 100-meter sprint is 9.27 seconds, but the second place can also achieve a speed of less than 10 seconds, and the gap between the two is not that big. But now Chen An'an is equivalent to running 100-meter sprint in 9.27 seconds.

It took 6 or 7 seconds, which is already beyond the reach of human beings.

As he opened the door, he said: "Come in! Help me with my work."

"okay!"

Chen Xinwu readily agreed.

As soon as he entered Chen An'an's old house, he saw the brand-new refrigerator and sterilizing cupboard in the main room. His eyes widened and he asked, "Superman, why did you buy so much furniture and appliances?"

"I'll live here for a while."

"Then you can stay at my house. Anyway, my grandma will cook."

"..."

Chen Anping had no choice but to answer what this little kid said. If you stay for a day or two, you are a guest. If you stay for a period of time, you are a parasite. The owner wants to pull out the parasite and throw it as far away as possible.

He walked into the kitchen, took out the newly purchased cutting board, washed it, and put it on the counter.

The so-called desk was a large table he found among the many old furniture in his second uncle's house.

At this time, Chen Xinwu followed him in. He saw Chen An'an preparing to cook, so he said: "Superman, let me help you."

"Help me wash all these vegetables." Chen Anping pointed to a large bag of vegetables and meat on the ground.

With Chen Xinwu's help, Chen Ping'an can do things much faster.

More than an hour passed, and the sky gradually became dark.

On an old dining table in the main room, there was a plate of braised fish, a plate of side dishes, a large bowl of minced meat and bitter bamboo shoot soup, a plate of braised eggplant, and a plate of spicy diced chicken.

"Xinwu, hurry up and call your grandpa and grandma over."

"okay!"

Chen Xinwu smiled and hurriedly ran out the door. After a while, his figure completely disappeared into the darkness.

Chen Anping had already told his second aunt yesterday, asking her not to cook dinner at night, and he would treat her.

Ten minutes passed.

The second aunt and the five of them came over.

Cousin Li Anzheng has three children, Chen Xinwu is the eldest, the second is a son, and the third is a daughter.

The second aunt had just stepped across the threshold, her eyes had already fallen on the four dishes and one soup on the old dining table, and her eyes instantly straightened.

The way it looks is comparable to what chefs in big hotels cook.

Generally speaking, dishes that look good will never taste too bad!

They didn't look like guests at all. After choosing their seats, they started eating with chopsticks.

During the meal, Chen Xinwu specially put a large piece of braised fish in Chen An'an's bowl and said with a smile: "Superman, you need to eat more to replenish your body!"

"Nothing big or small!" The second aunt stretched out her hand and pinched Chen Xinwu's nose, "If you want to call me uncle, why don't you call me Superman? Why don't you call me Ultraman!"

Chen Xinwu stretched out his little hand and pushed away the fingers pinching his nose, "We should call him Superman. Ultraman is light. My uncle hasn't turned into light yet, so he can't be called Ultraman."

The second aunt was immediately angry after what Chen Xinwu said. She turned her hand and grabbed his ear, "Do you know how to respect your elders?"

Chen Xinwu frowned instantly, "Okay, okay, why don't you call me uncle?"

The second aunt let go, looked at Chen Anping, and smiled coquettishly, "Children are not sensible, don't mind Anping."

"It's okay." Chen An'an didn't mind at all. Now Chen Xinwu could be regarded as his little fanboy. It was too late for him to be happy.

During the meal, Chen Anping introduced a business to Uncle Bang.

The second uncle's main job is farming, and his side job is helping other people build houses. He also knows a little bit about connecting water and electricity.

Help me connect a water pipe from the second uncle's house to my own home, and install the water meter at the door of my house. I will pay for the materials myself, and give the second uncle 200 yuan for the installation fee.

The second uncle happily agreed to such a good thing.

At this moment, Chen Xinwu, who had already calmed down, suddenly spoke again, "Uncle, I see you are so tired from cooking just now. You practice martial arts and exercise every day. Do you want to buy some supplements?"
Chapter completed!