The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

Mark's sons held a clay bowl in their hands, looking eagerly at the lizard broth in the clay pot.

Mark took this scene into his eyes, and couldn't help smiling lovingly on his face.

He thought for a while, and then said to his wife, "Go and take out the snow salt I bought last time."

Snow salt is a new product from the grocery store in the village these days. I don't know where the lord got such white salt, like snowflakes, without any bitterness.

As soon as it was launched, it was enthusiastically sought after by the "upper class" in the small village of Nisai.

So its price is not low, it can be called high.

It is also because of the increasing salary of his son Kerry Mark that he has the confidence to buy a little snow salt.

The original plan was to keep it at home for emergencies.

When a distinguished guest arrives, for example, when his son Kerry’s friends in the escort team come over, he can show off the snow salt to show respect and importance to the distinguished guest.

I don't want Mark to take out the snow salt today, which made his wife feel distressed, "This..."

"Take it out! You have worked so hard for so long, let the children taste it!"

"Okay!" Mrs. Mark wanted to say something, but her sons cheered.

So Mark's wife stopped insisting, and in a hidden corner, she took out a small shriveled bag.

Mark's wife first wiped her hands on her body, then stretched out two fingers, squeezed out a little white salt in the bag, and threw it into the broth in the clay pot.

"A little more." Mark pursed his lips.

Mark's wife gave her husband a blank look, then pinched a little more from the shriveled bag and threw it into the broth.

"Add a little more! A little more!" Mark said a little dissatisfied with his wife's stinginess.

Mark's wife glared at her husband angrily, then pinched some more snow salt angrily, and threw it into the clay pot.

Mark suddenly cried out in distress, "Enough! Enough! What are you doing with so much!"

Then Mark's wife snorted and hid the bag.

Mark was still distressed by the amount of snow salt. While stirring the lizard broth with a ceramic spoon, he was still scolding his wife, "So much? Is there no cost for snow salt?"

Mark's wife curled her lips and did not reply.

Mark is quite helpless. The raw rice has already been cooked, so what's the use of talking about it?

He closed his mouth, and spooned a bowl of broth to his wife, son, and himself.

One bowl per person, the portion is just right!

The crockery was empty.

Mark poured warm water into it, continued to cook on the red clay stove, then brought a piece of green bread baked with sweet flour and rye, cut it into several pieces, and put it in the clay pot, with the temperature of the water Elevate and soak slowly until softened.

At this time, Mark picked up his clay bowl and was about to take a sip.

One of his sons couldn't hold his mouth anymore, so he started to drink the broth despite the fact that his mouth was burning.

"It's so hot!" As soon as he put the broth into his mouth, the son couldn't help crying, and a trace of broth flowed out from his mouth.

"Father, it's so hot! It's so salty!" The son's face was full of happiness.

Mark saw it, and suddenly felt dumbfounded!

If days like this can continue, that would be great!

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In the slums of Patras-in a dilapidated old double-story wooden building in the Bronx, Adams lived in a cold hut.

The five members of the Adams family, plus the Smith family and the Collis family from the small village of Nessey, surrounded each other tightly.

Between them was a thin candle smoking black,

The flame was weak, bringing insignificant light to this gloomy room, and also brought a little heat to the dozen or so people.

A dozen or so people looked at each other in silence, looking desperate and numb.

The candle burns quietly with a slow but steady demeanor.

Time is like the wind, blowing into the hut without mercy, and leaving without regret.

Soon, the thin candle burned to the end and was about to burn out.

Kyle Adams was in a dilemma for a while, struggled for a while, and wanted to stand up.

"Kyle, what are you going to do?" Adams noticed his son's abnormality and asked coldly.

Although Adams wanted to maintain his father's majestic posture, his weak voice and hoarse voice exposed his weakness.

"...The candle is almost burnt out! I'm going to get a new one!" Kyle Adams struggled for a moment, then replied truthfully.

In the dim light, the eyes of other people swept over quickly, with different eyes.

"No!" Adams denied without hesitation.

The eyes of the others suddenly darkened.

"Father, I'm cold!" Kyle Adams begged.

"You're not the only one feeling cold! Go to sleep! It's not cold when you're asleep!" Adams' voice sounded so relentless.

Kyle Adams' eyes dimmed.

It may be that Adams felt that he was speaking too seriously, a trace of apology flashed in his eyes, he hesitated, and a desperate smile appeared on his face, "Viscount Grian took away the city building fee of one gold pis from each of us. The whole winter is still long, we must save some money and wait for the arrival of spring!"

Both Smith and the Colliss were silent.

It was Viscount Grian's continuous exploitation of various names, as well as the continuous extortion by villains in the slums, that made their reserves dwindle.

The three families who originally lived independently chose to live together and share the expenses in order to save the cost of accommodation and keep warm in groups.

In the snowy winter, even the fire was not willing to light up, and every night I spent the long cold night by relying on a candle.

Adams' other son, Rick Adams, burst into tears, "Father, I'm hungry!"

Food is also an expense that needs to be controlled.

From noon to now, Rick Adams has only eaten a little mush, which is also mixed with sawdust and dross.

Hearing this, the eyes of the others swept over again, with longing in their eyes.

Adams didn't like it when he heard that, but he could only say with a straight face, "Rick, you've already eaten! We've already eaten today's dinner! No more! We can only wait for tomorrow! Go to sleep."

Rick's tears fell when he heard it, and he cried, "Father, I'm so hungry, my stomach is being cut like a knife..."

Adams' wife, Rick's mother, felt distressed when she heard this, and said, "Why don't you make some more paste and eat it."

Adams almost agreed, but reason still made him hard-hearted, and he said mercilessly, "No way! What will we eat tomorrow! What will we eat later! What will we do this winter?"

The eyes of others are dimmed.

Rick Adams fell into his mother's arms, and there was a whining sound.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!"

It's okay to say anything else, but Adams gets angry when he mentions this.

He growled and scolded his son, "If you miss, go back! Maybe you can see your respected Baron William in the belly of those lizardmen. I will pretend that we have never seen it before!"

After being scolded by Adams, Rick Adams cried even louder.

The more we cried, the more upset Adams became.

He cursed fiercely, "Don't cry! If you want to cry, get out and cry!"

Rick closed his crying immediately, and his body jerked.

Adams, on the other hand, seemed even more upset and irritable, holding his breath in his chest, but he couldn't vent it.

It shouldn't be like this!

Not appropriate!