The Daily Life of the Immortal King - Chapter 84

Chapter 84: Déjà Vu Menu

After retiring, Grandfather Wang had rented a piece of farmland, and had vowed to serve the common people by devoting himself to researching new varieties of vegetables . Unfortunately, because of dementia, he would constantly forget his research results . Finally accepting this reality, Grandfather Wang gave up on his earlier dream, and started to plant simple fruits and vegetables instead . Almost every month he would send some to the Wang family's small villa .

This time, when he had heard that his good grandson had participated in a school activity, Grandfather Wang had picked oranges non-stop, as they had been Wang Ling's favorite when he was a kid, before coming here, but in the end had still made a confused mistake when loading the oranges into the tricycle cart .

For dinner, the old man's craftsmanship from years of being a star chef was on display .

Appetizers: cold old tomatoes 1 and Elizabeth potatoes 2 . . .

Mains: pure black combat chicken 3 , er gen with sauce, and do mi 4 wintermelon soup . . .

Dessert: angry bananas . . .

As the old man solemnly announced the name of each dish, Wang Ling could basically confirm who the old man's shifu was . . . and even if it wasn't Mother Juan, it was definitely someone connected to her!

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Previously, whenever the old man came to visit the Wang family, most of the time, he would leave early the next morning on his little tricycle . This time at dinner, however, Father Wang adamantly insisted that the old man stay for a few more days . The reason was very simple . . . the old man's dementia had reached a point where it had to be treated . . . he had unexpectedly forgotten to add in salt while cooking!

Even the old man had been thoroughly annoyed by this; he had just said before that even if he forgot everyone, he wouldn't forget how to cook . . . who knew that in the end, he had to eat his own words .

It was very clear that the old man's dementia was already terminal . Last month, Father Wang in fact had taken the old man to the hospital . The doctor had said that the old man's dementia was a very unique case, and couldn't be treated with just medication . A mental illness needed mental treatment .

Hence, Father Wang had Grandfather Wang stay back this time, and planned to look for an excellent psychologist to give the old man comprehensive psychological counseling .

Then . . .

The next morning on Sunday, there was yet another visitor to the Wang family's small villa . . . Lie Mengmeng had come .

Facing Grandfather Wang, Lie Mengmeng took a deep breath, his frail body shaking slightly, then he gave Father Wang a deep look: "The matter of life and death you were telling me about . . . is this?"

"Didn't you major in psychology at university? Furthermore, you were even one of Professor Jiang's postgraduate students," Father Wang said .

" . . . But it's already been a long time since I last saw patients . " No one could blame Lie Mengmeng . There were plenty of psychologists in the current market, but most of them were part-timers, because not only didn't this job make them enough to eat in the cultivation era, it was also a high-risk career . There had been quite a number of psychologists who had been killed with swords, by patients screaming that they weren't sick .

Hence, after Lie Mengmeng graduated from university, he switched to becoming an editor . At the very least, this job didn't need him to show up regularly, and he could make money just by sitting around, like Aoi Sola 5 . . .

Nearby, Mother Wang came to his rescue: "How about . . . we just forget it? This is too difficult for Little Song . "

Father Wang shamelessly turned away: "I don't care! You have to take a look today, even if you don't want to . Otherwise . . . I'll stop updating! Quit the website!"

"Don't!"

Lie Mengmeng was about to cry, his eyes full of tears: "I'll take a look! I'll do it, alright?!"

These days, there were plenty of authors who wanted to hug the thighs of editors; it was the first time that Lie Mengmeng had seen one use the ultimatum of no longer updating and quitting the website to threaten the editor instead . Lie Mengmeng wanted to cry but had no tears left . If he drove Wang Situ away, he would lose his job!

Despite having left psychology behind for many years, Lie Mengmeng still had some understanding of the concept of dementia . But because Grandfather Wang's case was more unique, as his dementia was caused by mental illness, after some consideration, Lie Mengmeng decided to ask him a few questions to assess how far the old man's dementia had progressed . . .

"My name is Song Zikai . Grandfather Wang, you can call me Little Song," Lie Mengmeng said, looking at Grandfather Wang .

The old man didn't know who Lie Mengmeng was, but knew that this was the psychologist whom Father Wang had invited for his benefit, so he was still a little nervous . He couldn't help that his hands shook, even just at hearing Lie Mengmeng this soft and meng person speak .

"Grandfather Wang, don't be nervous . I'm going to ask you a few simple questions . "

The old man paused: "That . . . Little Song ah , can I first ask you a question?"

"Mmm Grandfather Wang, ask ba . " Lie Mengmeng nodded .

Grandfather Wang: "They all say that my dementia is very serious, is that true?"

Lie Mengmeng: "I'll only know after I've asked you a few questions . "

Grandfather Wang: "I have another question . . . "

Lie Mengmeng: "Grandfather Wang, say it . . . "

Grandfather Wang: "They all say that my dementia is very serious, is that true?"

Lie Mengmeng, Father Wang, and Mother Wang: " . . . "

Okay! No need to ask anymore, this wasn't just serious . . . it was f**king incurable!

Upstairs, Wang Ling couldn't help covering his face, and at the same time, he sighed deeply in his heart . . . for some reason, he felt that Lie Mengmeng might go crazy before Grandfather Wang could be cured .

In the end, Father Wang made Lie Mengmeng stay back for lunch to eat the food which Grandfather Wang had forgotten to add salt to before leaving . As he was about to leave, the old man saw Lie Mengmeng off at the door, and grasped his hands firmly: "I have really troubled Doctor Song!"

"Grandfather, it's no problem . . . " When they had been eating, the old man had kept asking the same question, and Lie Mengmeng hadn't fully recovered from the experience yet .

"How's my dad?" Father Wang dragged Lie Mengmeng aside to ask him .

"I just took some simple notes earlier . Grandfather Wang's case is rather complicated, and there are some details I need to confirm with my teacher . . . " What Lie Mengmeng was saying were all empty words . Since graduation, apart from sending broadcast messages during the New Year and other festivals, it had in fact been a very long time since he had last seen Professor Jiang . Who the hell knew if Professor Jiang still remembered him, this student?

"Then I really will have to trouble you!" Father Wang said .

"If you really want to thank me, hurry up and update more!" Lie Mengmeng rolled his eyes and said grouchily .

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Today, the Wang family's small villa seemed particularly busy . As soon as Lie Mengmeng left, a young man with a solemn face and wearing a black suit showed up at the front door of the villa, holding a small box .

It was an employee from Shun Feng God Express . Wang Ling had sensed the courier's presence from afar, and had already been waiting for him at the door .

When the man saw the recipient, he immediately handed the delivery over to Wang Ling with both hands, and bowed respectfully: "Shun Feng God Express! Mission accomplished guarantee! Sir, please be sure to give me a five-star comment!"

Wang Ling lowered his head, very quiet, and just signed his name .

The man took out a grading device from his suit pocket: "Based on Sir's consumer preferences, if you leave a five-star comment now, you will instantly receive ten packets of Small Raccoon Crispy Noodle Snacks!"

Wang Ling's eyes lit up at once .

The ayam cemani is a pure black Indonesian chicken breed . Old Tomato is the pseudonym of a popular Chinese games blogger . Aoi Sola is a Japanese talent who started out as an AV idol and has a sizeable following in China . This is a reference to another well-known Chinese blogger whose Chinese pseudonym translates to Elizabeth Mouse, but who also goes by Little White Mouse - in Chinese, 'potato' and 'mouse' are homophones . 'Do Mi' is a magical incantation used in the Chinese TV series 'Dancing Baby: DoFaLa . '