"Alright! You bunch of flatterers, I've already taught you the method! Go play by yourselves!",Su Mingren glared at Su Twelve's hand holding the alchemy furnace, he puffed up his cheeks and narrowed his eyes, then drew out his wooden sword, making a menacing strike.,But after all, he is his own grandson, raised by his own hands, so he knows his temper best of all.。