Xue Na looked at Meng Chuan eating, with a wide smile on her face. She loved watching Meng Chuan devour his meal.
"Chuan'er, eat slowly, don't choke, no one's rushing you."
"Your dishes are too delicious, Auntie."
After Meng Chuan swept everything off the table, he was about to get up to wash the dishes, but Xue Na stopped him:
"Let me wash them. Chuan'er, you've worked hard practicing martial arts, go sit and rest."
Seeing his aunt's firm stance, Meng Chuan had no choice but to give in.
Sitting on the sofa, he peeled an orange, silently feeling the changes in his Qi Blood.
Because he couldn't introspect, he could only judge the concentration of Qi Blood through external manifestations.
He took out some old walnuts that his uncle had cherished for years from under the table. Holding two in one hand, he gently rotated them in his palm, then forcefully crushed them. The walnuts cracked and shattered with a loud snap.