I of Douluo became Tang San's grass

Chapter 8 Your martial soul has also become a spirit

Author: Mo Mo You Wen

Chapter 8 Your martial soul has also become a spirit

Tang Hao was thoughtful on the side, did Xiaosan do this on purpose? It was easy to resolve the embarrassment, thinking back to when he and Ah Yin...

On the half-meter-long small table, when the chicken stewed with potatoes and stir-fried wild vegetables made by Tang San were served, Wu Liu had already finished a bowl of porridge. He smelled the aroma of the vegetables and raised his face from the second bowl of porridge.

, looking at Tang Hao on the right side of the table, swallowing the porridge:

"Uncle Tang Hao, eat the food," the adult has to use the chopsticks first.

Tang Hao was stunned for a moment. He and Xiaosan had always been silent when eating, mainly because they had nothing to talk about. When serving porridge and vegetables, they also said "eat the vegetables".

But as a little girl, she is very soft and coquettish, completely different from a mistress.

This little girl’s name is Wu Liu, she’s so sweet.

"Well, Xiaosan, Wu Liu, eat more," Tang Hao said in a deep voice, using the chopsticks that had not been used yet to pick up a piece of chicken for the two children.

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

I couldn't wait to take a sip with my little mouth, and squirted with relish.

Come to life!!!

Tang San glanced at his father, a little excited, "Eat more, Dad!" He also put a piece of chicken into Tang Hao's bowl.

This meal was very heartwarming!

Douluo Dalu's chicken meat is very firm and tender, seasoned with chili peppers, and the Wu Liu is not spicy enough, so I can't fault it, and the potatoes are stewed soft and glutinous, soaking up the chicken soup.

Wu Liu, who was immersed in eating, was very happy when he was eating. He kept praising the food as he ate: "It's delicious, it's delicious. The food made by Tang Xiaosan is so delicious!! Give it a try with what I have."

Tang San smiled and ignored the last sentence automatically. Watching Wu Liu eat, it actually tasted better than eating it himself. People who cook like this kind of diners the most.

After eating, Tang San continued to roll the iron and continued to work towards the goal of "little fist".

Wu Liu touched his round belly. He had just washed the pots and exercised with Tang Xiaosan and seemed a little tired.

The familiar "dang-dang-dang" sound of knocking on the iron made the little girl quickly become sleepy. Tang Xiaosan, come on! She lay down on the kang and fell asleep.

Half asleep and half awake, it seemed that Grandpa Jack came over to talk about the work-study students, and Uncle Tang Hao immediately agreed. How can he be so generous?!

In the original work, didn’t the uncle want to leave Tang Xiaosan to cook at home?

That's okay, it should be that I haven't woken up from the dream yet.

The afterglow of the setting sun, with orange and orange tones, is like diamonds, inlaid in circles on the sunset glow, deep and shallow, falling on the world, and pedestrians looking up, it is gorgeous and spectacular.

Wu Liu woke up after an hour's sleep in the afternoon. He was not idle when he got up. He suddenly wanted to dye his nails. After informing Tang San, he quickly went to the flowers in front of the door and stretched out his evil little fat hand.

Collect a small handful of impatiens flowers, pick the petals and mash them, add a little salt instead of alum to make them more colorful, let them stand for a while, then spread the pounded petals evenly on the nail bed of the little chubby feet, and use blue silver grass.

Covered with leaves, and finally tied with string, waiting for coloring.

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

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

Open up!

Tang Hao walked home in front of the house and said, "Xiaosan, Wuliu, I'm back." There was an uncontrollable joy gushing out from his plain tone.

Wu Liu, who had opened one of his little toes, looked up.

Tang San, who was hammering slower and slower, also turned his head.

Father/Uncle Tang Hao ever said hello like this?

Is it raining red from the sky?

The strange glances all made Tang Hao feel a little pressure. But Tang Hao quickly waved away this feeling and carefully held the wine jar on the table with both hands. He looked like he was carrying a huge treasure, and he was afraid of breaking it when he held it.

Already.

The center of Wu Liu's eyebrows glowed, and she sensed that there was a similar aura in the wine jar, and a guess was about to come out...

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

My father got another jar of good wine. Let’s add some peanuts for him to drink tonight!

Looking at the big wine jar in front of him, Tang Hao touched it gently and lifted the seal, revealing the aroma of wine~

Great wine!!!

The next moment, a bluesilver grass vine stretched out impatiently.

Wuliu was very ashamed, Ah Yin must have been very smoked inside, Uncle Tang Hao was really unconventional, he hid his wife in the wine...

I saw that this fool was still holding a tough and tender script, and his eyes were watering when he looked at Lan Yin Cao.

Ah Yin, who was more than 30 centimeters long, was almost suffocated to death. She really didn't expect what the second brother did. It was not necessary to take her home secretly.

She was almost drunk from the wine.

Wu Liu looked at Ah Yin sympathetically. It was not easy for her to be a fool. She didn't even know that plants would die if they got too much water.

Ah Yin's golden veins were much darker, and the dexterous side leaves were pulling at the edge of the altar like hands, trying hard to get out.

Tang Hao looked on from the side with a crazy face as if his wife was so cute. Comparing the two, this scene was both bitter and funny at the same time.

Wu Liu's plump little face couldn't hold back a smile.

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

Tang Hao said with even more tenderness in his eyes, "This is dad's Bluesilver Grass, and it is also dad's most precious treasure."

Ah Yin felt this silly emotion and slapped him with the leaves. When confessing, he had to choose the right atmosphere?

Tang Hao thought his wife was holding his hand, so he grinned with his stubble-covered mouth and giggled.

It’s hopeless!-_-||

Wu Liu's two little fat paws stepped forward, allowing Ah Yin to support him and escape from the sea of ​​misery.

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

He took a step forward and stretched out his hand.

Ah Yin was amazed at Xiao Pangzhao's thoughtfulness, and the close feeling of the same blood was conveyed through Xiao San's hands.

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

Hello son!

"Dad," the warm feeling came over him more and more intensely, and Tang San looked at his father in surprise... Could it be...

"Dad, your martial spirit has also become a spirit?"

(End of chapter)