Hearing this, Chen Bofu nodded.

"Then I'll cook more chicken for you from now on."

Chen Jing doesn't eat pork.

But it hasn't been like this since childhood.

It started when I graduated from high school.

In a trance.

Chen Jing heard again the auditory hallucination that had troubled him in the past few years. It was the sound of the pigs in the pen happily waiting to eat.

From the suppressed and dull hum, to the cheerful chewing sound, and finally...

"Why are you dazed! Let's eat!"

Chen Bofu's sudden voice pulled Chen Jing back from the memory that had become blurry.

"I was distracted just now..."

Chen Jing replied absentmindedly, while also telling himself in his mind.

Can't think about it anymore.

Otherwise, you will have to take medicine again.

"No matter how important it is, it can't compare to eating! If you have something to worry about, think about it after eating! It won't taste good after it gets cold..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Boxu picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth.

"Grandpa is going out for a trip and will come back after finishing his errands in the evening. Please remember to help me send those receipts back to others."

Chen Jing was originally prepared to ask a few more questions, at least to find out the identity and character of the three neighbors first, but the old man seemed not to give him this opportunity.

Before Chen Jing could spit out the chicken legs in his mouth, Chen Bofu ran to the balcony carrying a snakeskin bag, turned over and flipped out from the guardrail...

"Too anxious to even take the elevator?"

Chen Jing was stunned and thought to himself that the old man was in a hurry to go out and didn't say anything. He just ran away with the snakeskin bag filled with real estate certificates.

But judging from his nature, which is darker than a capitalist's plucked hair... Could it be that he used those real estate certificates to cash out the mortgage loan?

Chen Jing glanced at the moon hanging high in the sky outside the window, turned back and picked up the remote control and turned on the TV again.

He needs to understand the world better.

The more you know.

The safer he is.

"The next news comes from Hongshan Street in Taiping District..."

Facts have proved that although this world is an independent world, compared with the real world... there are actually many similarities, at least the social structure is similar.

This point is different from Chen Jing's previous thoughts.

He originally thought this was a different world where monsters were rampant in the survival of the fittest.

But it seems not.

Killing will be punished.

At least that's what was reported in the news.

But why can that old man run rampant in Sunset Red Community...

Chen Jingzhen didn't understand.

Judging from the severity of punishments for murderers in the news, what the old man did is enough to warrant the death penalty in this world a dozen times.

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After meal.

Chen Jing finished washing the dishes and tidied up the kitchen as a habit.

After doing all this, he started searching the house.

"The family on the 30th floor likes fruits... This apple should be fine..."

"That household on the 29th floor likes delicious food... How should we define delicious... Do I think it tastes good or do people like the old man think it tastes good..."

Chen Jing stood in front of the refrigerator hesitantly, but finally decided to make two preparations.

First pack the plate of stir-fried pork that was basically untouched at noon.

Then he took out the take-out box from the fresh-keeping layer with the words "Exclusive Taste for Old Americans" printed on it.

Open it and take a look.

as expected.

It is some human tissue that is stir-fried to give off a fragrant aroma.

Chen Jing didn't feel too disgusted, but calmly heated it in the microwave before putting it in a bag.

Gifts from the neighbors on the 30th and 29th floors are ready.

Only the one in the underground garage is left...

eyeball……

"I can only make do with yours."

Chen Jing muttered to the leftover hand-shredded chicken head from lunch, then dug out the two eyeballs of the chicken head with a knife and put it into a separate lunch box.

Although it seems a bit shabby to give as a gift, that's all.

You can't let me dig out my own eyes, right?

Chen Jing thought so, then he put the key in his pocket, patted the Holy Grail in his coat pocket and went out.

When making friends, there are successes and failures.

It's the best if you succeed, but it doesn't matter if you fail...

At least he has the support of the old man behind him.

He is a fierce man who can make these three families pay property fees for a hundred years. Whenever he meets, he will give his name. I think these neighbors will give him some face...

Chen Jing thought in his mind.

Carrying a plastic bag full of gifts, I got on the elevator.

"Let's visit from top to bottom. Let's go to the 30th floor first..."
Chapter completed!