In my last life, I choked to death on instant noodles. In this one, I was reborn as the Shen family's young master.
Shen Yanzhi swore: This time, I'll be a social butterfly! Make friends! I won't die alone and miserable again!
But on day one
He cut the belt his grandmother had spent three months embroidering and splashed mud on the cloud-pattern boots his eldest brother had just made.
Grandmother: "Sigh..."
Shen Yanzhi's knees buckled. Wait, does being the young master mean a sigh can kill me?
His eldest brother can actually fly on a sword? Grandmother used to hunt demons? There's demonic energy lurking west of the city?
Shen Yanzhi stared into his bowl of porridge, lost in thought. This was supposed to be a lie-flat story, so why is there a hidden quest?
His eldest brother patted his head. "Run three laps without getting winded, then we'll talk about cultivation."
Grandmother: "Drink your pigeon soup. We'll discuss it tomorrow."
His little sister handed him a twig. "Second Brother, this one's really straight. You can play with it."
Shen Yanzhi looked down at his skinny arms and legs, then raised his eyes to the sky.
"All right. This time, I'll start by making sure I don't starve to death."
"After all, I choked to death in my last life. I can't go demon-hunting on an empty stomach this time."
Come on!!!