518 is already towering like a canopy.

"Jiang Chen, did you sleep well last night?"

Life in the countryside follows a much more regular schedule than in the city.

Even if one didn't exactly rise to the crow of the rooster, most households were up at the crack of dawn.

Though the Lan Family no longer needed to toil laboriously, the habits of a lifetime hadn't changed. Still, they considerately took into account that Jiang Chen was a city dweller, and specially waited until eight o'clock before having Martial Saint go wake him.

"Just like at home."

At the breakfast table, Jiang Chen replied with a practiced smile, and then asked, "Auntie, aren't you eating?"

"We've already eaten."

Besides Jiang Chen, only Mother Lan and Martial Saint were present.

The lad looked at Jiang Chen with an unfriendly face; when he had called earlier, Jiang Chen had spoken and he'd directly cursed, "I'm pissed at you!"