The next day, Chen Mo got up early and obediently washed his face, brushed his teeth, and ate breakfast. Even a cultivator had to behave himself in front of his parents. It should have been a simple Cleansing Technique, but since he had to keep up appearances, he could only wash up properly. Still, after going so long without using toiletries, he felt a little unaccustomed to it.
Breakfast was still made by Mom: locally distinctive guokui and millet porridge, along with two small side dishes. That was all there was for breakfast. Yet even such a simple meal made Chen Mo very happy.
After filling his stomach, he drove back to his own house in a flash. On the way, he made a call and ordered 100,000 small glass bottles and packaging from the packaging factory he had worked with before.
He had worked with the manufacturer before, so once he paid the deposit, they would arrange production and deliver everything within two days at most. He had promised Xi Zhihan that he would send over the toner after returning. Since he was already home, he naturally had to make it and deliver it to her. She might already be waiting for the shipment, and it was also tied to Chen Mo's income. Of course he had to remember it.
When he arrived at the villa, he looked outside and around the courtyard. There was no sense of desolation.
His older sister came by often to clean, and Mom also visited frequently. So when he opened the door, there were no dead branches or fallen leaves covering the yard. The courtyard and rooms were all spotless, without much dust.
Chen Mo still went through every place with a Cleansing Technique to make things even cleaner. He also cast several