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Chapter 2 Parents' love is fried pork with bamboo shoots

"Dad, Mom. I'm back~~~"

Before entering the room, Ye Zhiqiu's familiar loud voice had already reached the ears of the two old people in the room.

It was noon now, and Ye Zhiqiu came back on time. He had to be home on time for his meals every day.

If not, it is "comfortable".

What awaits him will be a meal of stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots, or the kind of mixed-frying of his parents. He was fortunate enough to taste it once before.

"Egg is back, sit down and eat."

In the house, a middle-aged woman was holding a plate of bright green vegetables. She greeted Ye Zhiqiu with a smile when she saw Ye Zhiqiu entering the door.

This is Ye Zhiqiu's mother, Liu Qingqing.

Common names, common people.After all, Liu Qingqing worked in the fields for half a year. Under the sun for a long time, the beauty was also tanned.

"Mom, can you stop calling me Dan'er? I've grown up~"

Ye Zhiqiu hurriedly climbed onto the stool while protesting with dissatisfaction.

The childish little face was full of depression.

Dan'er was Ye Zhiqiu's nickname, and Ye Zhiqiu always seemed very resistant to this name.

After Liu Qingqing put the dish on the table, he had a wicked look on his face.

Reaching out and rubbing Ye Zhiqiu's head vigorously, she leaned into his ear and smiled and teased, "Know~dao~pull~, egg~."

Ye Zhiqiu pulled his face down, and shook his little head dissatisfied, but his little arm was always unable to twist his thigh.

Seeing that he couldn't escape from the clutches, Ye Zhiqiu resigned and picked up his chopsticks and fought with the food on the table with a fierce look.

Across the table, a man sipped the wine in his glass and watched this scene with contentment.

There is a bit of delicacy between his eyebrows. If his skin was not too tanned, he would have been a handsome guy when he was young.

This is Ye Zhiqiu's father, Ye Nan.

Ye Nan usually doesn't do things like making fun of his son. He likes to quietly watch the mother and son making trouble. The father's love is always deeper.

On the dinner table, there are two simple home-cooked dishes. There is no meat, but the two side dishes are fried with bright oil and bright colors, which makes people very appetizing at first sight.

Although the Ye family was not wealthy, they could still afford oil.

After all, Ye's father and Ye's mother are very hardworking.

"Dan'er, the day after tomorrow is the martial arts assessment, do you have any ideas?"

After Ye Nan took a bite of the dish, he looked at Ye Zhiqiu and asked.

Liu Qingqing also stopped the action of picking vegetables and looked over silently.

Ye Zhiqiu took a mouthful of rice, and replied vaguely: "If you have soul power, you can become a soul master. If you don't have soul power, you can farm with your father."

Ye Zhiqiu's words seemed relaxed, but he didn't care.

But how could the desire and worry of Hanzo in his eyes be concealed from the second elder who gave birth to him and raised him.

Ye Nan and Liu Qingqing looked at each other and fell silent.

They all understand the character of their son. Although he is naughty, his mind is far superior to his peers.

This has always been their pride.

But at the same time, this is where they worry.

Even if other children did not measure their soul power after the assessment, they might feel sad that day, and probably forget about it the next day.

But Ye Zhiqiu will definitely remember this child for a lifetime, and this will be a scar in his heart that will never be erased.

Ye Nan and Liu Qingqing were both afraid that their precious son, during the acquired martial arts test, would find that he had no soul power, and they fell into disbelief after that.

"Dan'er, in fact, being a soul master is not a good thing, how dangerous. If you don't have soul power, don't worry too much, it's a blessing to be indifferent."

Liu Qingqing stroked Ye Zhiqiu's small head gently, comforting her softly.

When he didn't pick up the bamboo sticks, Liu Qingqing was still very gentle.

"Okay, mom, you and dad don't have to worry about me, if I really don't have soul power, then I'll go into business."

After speaking, Ye Zhiqiu pulled the rice in the bowl with a few mouthfuls and chewed it hard.

Then he showed a bright smile to the second old man, "Mom and Dad, I've finished eating, and I'll go to the little three to play."

As soon as the words fell, Ye Zhiqiu took a steamed bun and ran away without a trace.

Only Ye Nan and Liu Qingqing were left to look at each other.

What did this kid just say?Do business without soul power?

You're a six-year-old kid, Ya'er wanted to learn to do business when she was old?
Does our family have money to defeat you?I see you are itchy.
At this time, Ye Zhiqiu didn't know what his parents were thinking, so he came to the big broken house next door in three or two steps.

This is Tang San's home.

At this moment, the smoke from the chimney of Tang San's house was just rising.

Ye Zhiqiu casually pushed open the broken wooden door of Tang San's house, and ran to the stove in three or two steps to help add firewood.

Tang San wasn't surprised by this either, and it wasn't the first day that his little friend came to help him cook.

The two worked together, and the porridge was cooked in a short while.

Tang San lifted the lid of the pot. There were only a handful of rice grains in the pot, mostly light white porridge soup. This was Tang San and his father Tang Hao's lunch.

Even dinner is like that most of the time.

Only porridge, no a la carte dishes.

Ye Zhiqiu knew about Douluo's plot, but he still couldn't accept Tang Hao's approach.

You, a titled Douluo, were attacked and left your son alone?
Look at Tang San's skinny and the monkey's match, he couldn't get enough to eat every meal, he was already malnourished at a young age.

Is this what a good father should do?
Ye Zhiqiu was a little bit angry for Tang San, but he knew that this was not something he should manage as an outsider.

"Little San, go on"

Ye Zhiqiu took out the white steamed bun from his arms and threw it lightly to Tang San, reminding him aloud.

Tang San was now taking the porridge into the bowl with the wooden spoon, but he didn't have any extra hands to pick up the big white steamed bun.

However, Tang San's so many years of Tang Sect's unique skills were not practiced in vain.

I saw his left hand shake slightly, and the wooden bowl in his hand came out of his hand and flew upwards more than two meters high, almost hitting the roof.

The big white steamed bun thrown by Ye Zhiqiu was caught by Tang San, then stuffed it into his mouth.

At this time, the rising wooden bowl had exhausted its strength, and was attracted by gravity to fall.

Tang San didn't even glance at it, he stretched out his left hand, palm up.

The wooden bowl fell vertically, just right in the middle of his palm, not even a drop of the porridge soup was spilled.

All this is easy, Tang San seems to have calculated carefully, but in fact, this is just a piece of cake for him, do it casually.

Tangmen's control of cranes and dragons was not blown out.

"Crab."

Tang San thanked vaguely and rolled his eyes.This guy is always trying to embarrass himself with this little trick.

Ye Zhiqiu felt a little regretful seeing this scene, in fact, he was very curious about Tang San's kung fu and yearned for it.

It's good if you can't learn to see it, every time you watch Tang San use control the crane to capture the dragon, that action has an artistic beauty.

It wasn't the first time Ye Zhiqiu gave Tang San a problem, but he never succeeded.

Can only sigh, it was really Bai Mantou who beat Tang San, there was no return.

(End of this chapter)