Douluo's end Yanlong God

Following Tang San into the house, the two of them started to light a fire. Chen Xuan even went to a nearby store to borrow some spices. When the other party saw that it was Chen Xuan, he not only gave them, but also gave them a lot.

It's enough to grill this big fish.

Chen Xuan grinned, "Mistress, go get the knife. I'll handle this big fish. It will definitely taste delicious when grilled."

"Brother Xuan, can you do it or do you want me to come?"

Tang San didn't believe it, but at the same time he believed in his own craftsmanship.

From the age of four, when Tang San's height could not reach the stove, the task of cooking has been his daily work.Even if you have to step on a stool to get to the stove.

It wasn't that Tang Hao asked him to do this, but because otherwise, Tang San would almost never have enough time to eat.

"Don't worry, I'm a good barbecue expert."

Chen Xuan is full of confidence. In his previous life, his family was not rich and he also worked in a barbecue restaurant. During the banter, he also learned a few skills from the fat man who grilled barbecue. If nothing else, he was as good as a roadside barbecue stall in his previous life. The level is minimum.

Prepare the fish, grill it, and dine on it.

At this time, Tang Hao is sleeping. Who dares to call him?

If he went to wake up Tang Hao directly, with Tang Hao's temper, he would definitely kick him out.

After a long while, the curtain of the door was lifted, and a tall figure walked out with a staggering pace.

It was a middle-aged man who looked to be close to fifty years old, but he was very tall and burly, but his dress was not flattering.

The torn robe was worn on the body, and there was not even a patch on it, revealing the bronze skin underneath, but the normally straight facial features were covered with a layer of sallow, and he looked sleepy.

This is Tang Hao.

Tang Hao grabbed the bowl on the table and poured it into his belly without fear of burning it. His dark yellow face looked a little brighter now.

"Dad, drink slowly, please." Tang San took the bowl from his father's hand and filled him with another bowl of porridge. He also picked up the porridge bowl and drank it.

"There's no need to pick up the rice in your bowl for me, just eat it." Tang Hao looked at the rice in his bowl and frowned. It was obvious that Tang San had picked up all the rice for him.

"Uncle Hao, my mistress and I have eaten. We ate grilled fish, and now we are so stuffed. Let's drink some rice water to shave off the oil." Chen Xuan walked in, grabbed a large piece of fish, and devoured it.

"Grilled fish" Tang Hao narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, it was so delicious. Xiaosan and I ate half of it." Chen Xuan had an innocent smile on his face, "I saw you sleeping, so I didn't dare to disturb you. Tsk tsk, it's so fragrant. Oh, why am I so good at my craftsmanship?"

Tang Hao: "..."

You look like you are picking your teeth with bluesilver grass, why do you deserve a beating?

"Dad, don't listen to Brother Xuan's nonsense, he specially left half of it for you." Tang San said next to him, and then he carried out most of the fish from another room.

"Hey, Uncle Hao, here's some wine." Chen Xuan then placed a bottle of wine next to the fish.

"You kid." Tang Hao sat down and also ate the grilled fish. After one bite, the taste, umami, and barbecue aroma immediately filled his taste buds. The sweetness of various spices and fish exploded in his mouth, stimulating the sensory nerves.

This taste is so delicious

I didn't expect this boy Xuan to be so good at his craftsmanship, much better than the mistress.

But then Tang Hao also laughed dumbly. They only had rice at home, so where could they bring these big fish and meat ingredients for Tang San to cook?

"Uncle Hao, how is it? Is it delicious?" Chen Xuan looked at Tang Hao happily, looking at the expression on his face, he felt proud.

So what about Haotian Douluo? He can't compete with the delicacy of barbecue.

"The taste is just right."

Tang Hao took a sip of fish and a sip of wine, feeling very happy and his complexion improved a lot, but he still said it calmly.

Chen Xuan rolled his eyes and handed it over.

Then he looked at Tang San next to him. At this time, Tang San was swinging the hammer and forging the iron tug.

"Mistress, what are you doing?"

"Brother Xuan, my father said that if I want to become a blacksmith and learn forging from him, I have to hammer this iron weight ten thousand times to be qualified."

When Tang San was talking, Tang Hao also glanced at the two of them.

When he watched Tang San pick up the hammer, he was still a little surprised.

He has now determined in his heart that Tang San is born with divine power. Otherwise, how could a five or six year old child be able to hold a seventy or eighty kilogram forging hammer and use it to forge an iron tug of war?

Then, a clanging sound came.

Forging was definitely a boring and tiring process, but Tang San regarded it as a training for his body.

These days, his forging process was also very painful.

If he wants to swing the hammer, he cannot do it with the strength of his body. He must have the assistance of Xuantian Kung.

His total power is about enough to swing a hundred hammers. Whenever his power is exhausted, he will sit cross-legged on the ground to recover, and continue beating as soon as his internal power recovers.

This is not only a physical exercise, with repeated consumption and recovery, but it is also a good test for his Xuantian Kung Fu and his will.

So he didn't have the innate divine power that Tang Hao said, but he only used Xuantian Kung to assist him.

Next to him, Chen Xuan was also watching Tang San hammering. The description of the random cloak hammering technique he had read in the novel slowly emerged in his mind, and he slowly practiced it several times in his mind.

After a few times, he looked at Tang San's forging hammer technique, and saw that it was full of loopholes.

It's just about using brute force to lift the hammer and then forge it. In terms of technique, it is too poor. Not to mention the random cloak hammering technique, even ordinary blacksmiths cannot match it.

Every time you hammer, you can only produce sparks on the red-hot iron.

This look fell in Tang Hao's eyes, causing him to squint immediately, "Xiao Xuan, if you don't try to be a good person, don't think too highly of yourself. You will easily get beaten if you go out like this."

In his opinion, Tang San's ability to pick up a hammer and strike iron was already a natural gift, but boy Xuan actually looked disdainful. Isn't this a naked provocation?

In this case, he didn't mind letting Mr. Xuan suffer a blow. After all, it wouldn't be wrong for young people to experience more severe beatings from society.

"I" Chen Xuan was stunned for a moment, then pointed at himself, and then looked at the forging hammer, "Uncle Hao, are you sure you want me to try? If I break your iron, don't blame me."

Chen Xuan is really not joking. He now possesses innate divine power and theoretical knowledge of the random cloak hammering technique. For him, blacksmithing is simply child's play.

"It's broken hahaha..."

Tang Hao hadn't been this cheerful for a long time, "Don't worry, I don't blame you, just use your full strength to let me see."

Then he ate fish and drank wine while quietly watching Chen Xuan show off.

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