This time, the family returned to the Old Residence.
The Old Residence had stood empty for years, but that was no problem for a family of immortals. Wherever Chu Jiangliu looked became spotless, saving Qiu Wuji even the trouble of using her Cleansing Technique.
Chu Ge and Qiu Wuji exchanged glances, both rather astonished.
This ability to make things "exactly as I want them" was something Chu Ge could achieve only inside his book. Even ordinary immortals could not do it.
Yet his father possessed that ability in reality.
Chu Jiangliu sat down on the coffee table with a smile and set out the tea things. "Come on, let's have a father-son chat."
Wu Xiuyun took Qiu Wuji's hand. "Let's go grocery shopping. How about dumplings today?"
Blushing, Qiu Wuji went along with her.
She was very curious about what the father and son would discuss, too. Some things had puzzled her for a long time, and she really wanted to ask Chu Jiangliu...
But going grocery shopping with her mother-in-law was more important!
It's fine if I want to hear their conversation. Chu Ge should know what's been puzzling me. I'll have him repeat every single word afterward. If he leaves out even one, he's sleeping on the floor tonight!
Hmph.
Father and son stood with their hands tucked into their sleeves in perfect unison, watching their women head out with baskets, chatting and laughing together. Their faces wore equally identical smiles, like cats rolling around.
Then, seemingly realizing that each could see the other out of the corner of his eye, they both straightened their faces.
Chu Ge gave him a sidelong look. "So this is Old Chu, the staunch Marxist-Leninist everyone talks about, the rigid old man I always imagined?"
Chu Jiangliu smacked his lips in exasperation.