First, I’ll try turning into my mom. This seemed relatively simple. Although Chen Youzai thought this, he was still trembling with fear, unsure whether what that middle-aged man had said was true or false. What if he muttered the spell and turned into a dog? What if he could not change back?
Chen Youzai began hesitating again. He hated his own indecisiveness. Every time it came to a crucial moment like this, he would drop the ball. If he did not try, wouldn’t this silver coin be the same as having no value at all? How many chances did one get in life to fight for something? If he did not take a gamble, how could he change his fate?
In the end, curiosity still won out. Chen Youzai suppressed his wildly pounding heart and shakily muttered the spell the middle-aged man had taught him, adding the name after the incantation.
Suddenly, he felt golden light fill his vision. When Chen Youzai opened his eyes again, he nearly died of fright, because he was standing right in front of himself, and “he” even wore an expression as if nothing had happened. He lowered his head again and saw that he was already wearing an apron, with a spatula still in his hand.
After freezing for one second, Chen Youzai went completely mad. He suddenly rushed onto the balcony and shouted wildly down below.
“I transformed! I transformed! I have magic powers… Hahaha…”
A head poked over from the neighboring balcony. It was Uncle Zhang from next door. Uncle Zhang said with an amiable smile, “Sister-in-law, you’re in good spirits today! Practicing your voice so early in the morning…”
“Mother Chen” looked at him, then burst into loud laughter. “Uncle Zhang… Hahaha… I’ve mastered the Great Soul-Transfer Art. To reward you, this spatula is yours now. Catch! Yohoho…”
After saying this, “Mother Chen” tossed the spatula with a graceful motion, then bounced and skipped back into the room.
Had Mother Chen suffered some kind of shock? Early in the morning, she could not even tell generations apart, and she was throwing spatulas around at random. Uncle Zhang stood there holding the spatula in a daze for a long while. Just two days ago, Mother Chen had said she had been using this spatula since she got married and still could not bear to replace it. Why was she tossing it around everywhere now?
“Mother Chen” took out the silver coin again and muttered the spell for a while, feeling endlessly nervous. If he could not change back, then wouldn’t he have lost his mom?
Fortunately, before long, Chen Youzai returned to his own identity. What made Chen Youzai even more excited was that the so-called sub-soul inside his body had already cleaned everything up for him.
So all of this was real! I knew I’d been unlucky for so many years, so heaven would definitely let me get lucky at least once. I never expected it would be luck this huge. Chen Youzai rubbed his hands excitedly, not even knowing how to express his excitement. But after the excitement, Chen Youzai still considered things rationally: it would be better not to tell anyone about this. Otherwise, a bunch of reporters and paparazzi might come interview him, and if they could not see the silver coin, they might even say he was deliberately hyping himself up.
Chen Youzai carefully put away the silver coin and slipped into the kitchen with a face full of springtime joy. He patted Mother Chen on the back and asked tentatively, “Mom, I’m starving. Is breakfast ready?”
It took Mother Chen quite a while to come back to herself. She looked into the pan and saw that the fresh egg fried rice had already turned black and was stuck to the bottom.
Mother Chen slapped her forehead and said in deep regret, “How did I space out for so long? This rice can’t be eaten anymore!”
Chen Youzai snickered behind her, endlessly smug inside. He had never expected that fooling someone could feel this good.
Mother Chen looked to the side again and shouted in extreme frustration, “Where’s my spatula? Where did I put it this time? Did you see it? Youzai? Youzai…”
Mother Chen turned her head, but Chen Youzai was already gone. She sighed hard and said helplessly, “Why is my memory getting worse and worse? Forget it… He can buy something to eat on the way himself…”
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