I of Douluo became Tang San's grass

Chapter 8 Your Martial Soul Has Become a Spirit
Tang Hao was thinking on the side, Xiaosan did this on purpose?It was easy to resolve the embarrassment, thinking back to him and Ah Yin...

On the small half-meter-long table, when Tang San cooked chicken nuggets stewed with potatoes and stir-fried wild vegetables, Wu Liu had already drank a bowl of porridge, smelled the aroma of vegetables, and raised her small face from the second bowl of porridge , looked at Tang Hao on the right side of the table, and swallowed the porridge:

"Uncle Tang Hao, eat your vegetables," said the adult, who wanted to move his chopsticks first.

Tang Hao was stunned for a moment. He and Xiaosan used to eat in silence before, mainly because they didn't have anything to talk about. Serving porridge and vegetables was also the same as "eating vegetables".

But from the little girl's point of view, it's very soft, like a baby, completely different from Xiaosan.

This little girl is called Wuliu, she is so good.

"Well, Xiaosan, Wuliu, eat more," Tang Hao said in a low voice, and picked a piece of chicken for the two children with the chopsticks that he hadn't picked up yet.

Wu Liu only had meat in his eyes, and quickly replied: "Thank you, uncle, eat more."

I can't wait for my little mouth to take a sip, baji baji with relish.

Come alive! ! !

Tang San glanced at his father, a little excited, "Father eat more too!" He also put a piece of chicken in Tang Hao's bowl.

This meal is very warm!
The chicken meat of Douluo Dalu is very firm and tender, and it is seasoned with chili. The Wuliu is not spicy enough, so I can't find any faults.

Wu Liu, who was burying her head in the food, was delighted when she ate, and she never forgot to praise the food: "It's delicious, delicious, Tang Xiaosan's dishes are delicious!! It's as good as mine."

Tang San smiled, and automatically ignored the last sentence.Looking at Wu Liu's meal, it tastes better than eating by himself. People who cook like this kind of diners the most.

After eating, Tang San continued to push the iron, and continued to forge ahead towards the goal of "little fist".

Wu Liu rubbed her chubby belly, washed pots and bowls and exercised with Tang Xiaosan just now, seemed a little tired.

The familiar sound of "Dangdangdang" knocking on the iron soon made the little girl sleepy enough, Tang Xiaosan, come on!Lie on the kang and fall asleep.

Half asleep and half awake, it seemed that Grandpa Jack came to talk about the work-students, and Uncle Tang Hao agreed right away, so bold? !

In the original book, didn't uncle want to let Tang Xiaosan cook at home?
That's all right, it should be that the dream hasn't woken up yet.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, orange and orange-red tones are like diamonds, inlaid in circles on the sunset glow, deep and shallow, sprinkled on the world, and pedestrians look up, which is gorgeous and spectacular.

Wuliu woke up after an hour of sleep in the afternoon, and she didn't stay idle when she woke up. She wanted to dye her nails on a sudden whim, and after notifying Tang San, she went to the flower in front of the door and stretched out her evil chubby hand.

Pick a small bunch of impatiens, pick the petals and mash them, add a little salt instead of alum to make it more colorful, let it stand for a while, spread the pounded petals evenly on the nail bed of Xiaopang's feet, and use blue silver grass The leaves are covered, and finally tied with string, waiting for coloring.

Tang San glanced at the naughty little girl from time to time, the smile on his lips never went away.

Wu Liu hugged Bao's chubby little toe and whispered, "It should be fine."

Open!
Tang Hao returned home under the glow in front of the house, "Little San, Wuliu, I'm back." Under the flat tone, there was an uncontrollable joy gushing out.

The sycamore with one little toe apart looked up.

Tang San, who hammered more and more slowly, also turned his head.

Has Father/Uncle Tang Hao greeted you like this before?
Is it raining red?

The strange eyes of Qi Shushu made Tang Hao feel a little pressure.But Tang Hao quickly waved away this feeling, and carefully held the wine jar to the table with both hands, with the appearance of holding a huge treasure, he was afraid of breaking it while holding it.

Wuliu's brows glowed, and she sensed the same breath in the wine jar, and she was about to come up with a guess. . .

Tang San thought it was precious wine, was surprised, and continued to forge.

Father got another jar of good wine, let him drink some peanuts tonight!

Looking at the big wine jar in front of him, Tang Hao stroked it gently, and when he lifted the seal, there was a scent of wine~
Good wine! ! !

The next moment, a blue silver grass vine couldn't wait to stretch out.

Wuliu was very ashamed, Ah Yin must have smoked enough in it, Uncle Tang Hao is really eclectic, he hid his wife in the wine...

I saw that this Hanhan was still holding the script of Tough Man Tenderness, and his eyes were dripping water when he looked at the Blue Silver Grass.

Ah Yin, who was more than 30 centimeters long, was almost suffocated to death. She really didn't expect the second brother to do this, and she didn't have to do this if he wanted to take her home secretly.

Soaked in wine she almost drowned.

Wu Liu looked at A Yin sympathetically, it was not easy to be a simple husband, and he didn't even know that the plants would die of waterlogging if they got too much water.

Ah Yin's veins glowing with golden light have dimmed a lot, and the dexterous side leaves are like hands pulling on the edge of the altar, struggling to get herself out.

Tang Hao watched from the side with a cute and idiotic face of a daughter-in-law. Comparing the two, this scene was bitter and funny.

Wuliu's fat and tender face held back a smile.

"Little San, come here," Tang San put down the hammer and ran over.

Tang Hao said, with even more tenderness in his eyes, "This is Dad's Blue Silver Grass, and it is also Dad's treasure."

Ah Yin felt this naive emotion, Ye Ye slapped him, and the confession should also be a good atmosphere?

Tang Hao thought his wife was shaking his hand, the corners of his stubble-covered mouth grinned, giggling.

Hopeless! -_-||
Wuliu's two chubby claws stepped forward, allowing Ah Yin to escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

Tang San's heart trembled, although this feeling was too bizarre, but he felt that this blue silver grass was so warm, and he couldn't help but want to get close.

He took a step forward and stretched out his hand.

Ah Yin was marveling at the thoughtfulness of Little Fatty Claw, and the close feeling of the same kind of blood was conveyed through Xiaosan's hand.

This is my son, Ah Yin vines are tightly curled up.

Hello son!

"Father," that warm feeling overwhelmed him more and more intensely, Tang San looked at his father in amazement. . .Could it be...

"Father, your martial soul has also become refined?"

(End of this chapter)