Lan Fozi swallowed the elixir and said goodbye to Jiang Lan reluctantly.
"Master, where are we going now?" Zhu Zhuyun asked Jiang Lan curiously.
In the past few years following Jiang Lan, she has really enjoyed herself.
In just the past few years, her level has improved by leaps and bounds, and she has never dreamed of it being so fast.
However, Zhu Zhuyun knew in his heart that without the resources provided by Jiang Lan and Sea God Island, plus the test of Sea God, his level would not have improved so quickly.
Jiang Lan thought for a while and said, "Go to Heaven Dou City first and meet Sister Zhuqing and the others!"
Zhu Zhuyun nodded. "Okay."
The two of them rented a high-end carriage and headed to Heaven Dou City.
In the blink of an eye, more than a month passed.
When the outline of Heaven Dou City appeared at the end of the official road, Jiang Lan stuck his head out of the carriage window, and Penguin Suit's hat was blown back by the wind, revealing a fleshy face.
"We're here!" Jiang Lan slapped the car window frame and shouted inside, "Zhu Yun sister, look, Heaven Dou City is still the same!"
Zhu Zhuyun is sitting in the carriage, with a roll of Soul Tool's drawings spread out on his knees, which Jiang Lan drew casually on the road.
She raised her head and glanced out the window, looking forward to meeting her sister.
"Yeah." Zhu Zhuyun rolled up the drawing and put it into his sleeve, "I hope your Milk Tea Shop is still there."
"Definitely! Guga Robot is taking care of it, and profits will definitely keep rising." Jiang Lan retracted into the carriage and patted Penguin Suit's pocket, "I'm still waiting to see my little treasury."
Doro lay on the cushion, turned over, and glanced at him with his big purple eyes half-opened.
The translation is probably, when have you ever had a small treasury, haven't all the money been used to buy food?
The carriage drove into the city gate and walked along the main street in the direction of Vermilion Bird Street.
Jiang Lan was lying on the car window looking around. The shops on the street had changed a lot of signboards, but the overall layout had not changed much.
When passing by a scone stall, his nose twitched, then he retracted his head decisively and pretended not to smell anything.
"Master, don't you go down and buy it?" Zhu Zhuyun asked.
"Go back to the store first." Jiang Lan said seriously, "The pancake stall won't run away. Milk Tea Shop If something happens, I will have to make less money."
The carriage stopped in the middle of Vermilion Bird Street. Jiang Lan was the first to jump out of the car and stood at the door of Honey Snow Ice City, looking up at the signboard.
The signboard is still the crooked big red board, and the writing on it is exactly the same as it was a few years ago, even the location of the chipped paint has not changed.
There was a long queue at the door, and several Guga Robots were busy behind the counter. One was in charge of ordering, one was in charge of mixing, one was in charge of sealing, and the other was in charge of packaging. They cooperated perfectly.
There is a smaller version of the Penguin Suit robot squatting on the edge of the counter, with a small sign hanging on its chest that says Assistant Store Manager.
When the little robot saw Jiang Lan approaching, its eyes flashed twice, jumped down from the counter, staggered to him, raised its iron hand and saluted.
"Boss, welcome back." The little robot's electronic voice sounded milky, "This month's sales increased by 17% compared to the previous month, and the passenger flow compared with the same period last year--"
"Stop." Jiang Lan reached out and held down its head, "Don't report it yet, I'll go in and take a look."
He pushed open the side door and walked into the backyard. The old locust tree in the yard was still there, and the colorful lanterns hanging among the branches had been replaced with new ones, but the style remained the same.
"Um, Little Guga?!"
At this time Ning Rongrong came out of the bedroom and showed a surprised expression when he saw Jiang Lan.
Ning Rongrong rubbed his eyes, then rubbed them again, and after confirming that he had seen correctly, he rushed over like a gust of wind.
"Little Guga!"
Before Jiang Lan had time to react, he was scooped into Ning Rongrong's arms.
His face was directly pressed against a soft surface, Penguin Suit's hat was pushed over and pinned on the back of his head, and his two short legs were fluttered in the air twice.
"You little heartless kid! It's been years! It's been years, you know!" Ning Rongrong hugged him and threw him into the sky, then caught him, and then kissed him on the face. "Have you grown taller? Let me see! No, why are you still so small? Your face is still so round? Have you gained weight?"
Jiang Lan was thrown around by Ning Rongrong. Penguin Suit's hat was completely tilted to one side, revealing a face that was red from being kissed. His short hands were scratching in the air. "Sister Rongrong, please put me down! I just got off the carriage! I haven't eaten yet!"
"What are you going to eat? Let me see enough first!" Ning Rongrong raised him to his eyes and looked at it carefully.
The expression on his face gradually changed from surprise to confusion, and then from confusion to something close to concentration on studying rare species.
She reached out and pinched Jiang Lan's cheek, then pulled his arm, then touched his head, and finally opened his mouth and looked at his teeth.
"That's not right." Ning Rongrong put Jiang Lan back on the ground, squatted down and looked at him, frowning, "How many years have you been out? Three or four years, right? Why haven't you changed at all? You haven't grown in height, your face hasn't changed, and you don't even have an extra hair. What did you eat when you grew up?"
Jiang Lan rubbed his red cheeks and said confidently, "I'm going to eat."
"Don't you grow taller by eating?"
"I, Mom Bo Saixi, said the same."
Ning Rongrong stared at him suspiciously for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand to gesture to the top of his head, and then gestured to the position of his knees, his expression becoming more and more solemn.
"Little Guga, do you know that your height is still a little above my knees now? It's exactly the same as a few years ago."
"What's the matter?" Jiang Lan tilted his head, "My legs can sprint faster."
"It's not a matter of short legs." Ning Rongrong stood up, put his hands on his hips, and walked around him twice, "If you haven't seen a normal person for a few years, you should grow taller, right? Even if you grow slowly, there won't be any changes at all. Are you under some strange curse? Or have you taken some medicine that prevents you from growing taller?"
Jiang Lan thought for a while and shook his head, "No. I eat well and sleep well every day at Sea God Island, and Mom Bo Saixi grills fish for me every day. Maybe I just grow slowly."
Doro squatted next to him, holding a Ju Zi in his short hands. His big purple eyes looked at Jiang Lan and then at Ning Rongrong, and he called out calmly.
The translation is probably, he is like this, don't ask.
Ning Rongrong squatted down, held Jiang Lan's face and looked left and right. The more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong.
"The skin is actually smoother than before." She pinched his cheeks, which felt softer than a few years ago. "The flesh is also firmer. But the face is still the same, the roundness is still the same, and even the size of the cheeks has not changed."
"I, Mom Bo Saixi, said that I belong to a special race." Jiang Lan explained, "This may have something to do with it."
"What special race?"
"I don't know, mom didn't make it clear."
Ning Rongrong stared at him for a while, then suddenly sighed, stretched out his arms to hug him, and rested his chin on top of his head.