Tomb Raider: The Adventures of a Dumb Man

Zhang Xiaoguan was fed so much that he gradually became rounder. He was not talkative, but there were two talkative people around him.

Qi Dacong was very satisfied. In this valley, he and Qi Qige took off their sunglasses because their eyes were a little dark and the little mute didn't seem to be afraid of them.

The uncle and nephew agreed that the kid was frightened and that was why he was so quiet.

Zhang Xiaoguan: . . . .

As soon as he was silent, he thought to himself that Uncle Qi Dacong, whom he had observed for a long time, seemed to have only grown in height but his brain had not developed much, and he had too much trust in people.

With a bottle of milk stuffed into his mouth, Zhang Xiaoguan's face became even rounder.

This tastes good, he likes it.

Even the originally calm Qiqige became lively and chattering because of his little friend.

He talked while drinking milk.

Qi Dacong would not treat himself badly. He had everything the children had, and his milk bottle was even bigger.

The three people were like traffic lights, Xiaoguan was walking in front, Qi Qige was following behind, and Qi Dacong was at the end.

Zhang Xiaoguan: . . . .

Originally, he had to go back to his tribe because he had nowhere to go. Now the two people behind him were also species that had lived for a long time and did not have much brains. I guess they were from other races besides the Zhang family.

So it's okay for him to stay here.

After all, everyone is dead, and he would definitely not have a good ending if he went back alone.

Those who are already unpopular will only get worse.

So the first operation in Sizhou Ancient City failed.

Everyone, including the former Holy Infant, was involved, and the split of the Zhang family could not be stopped.

Of course, this is the Zhang family’s worry.

Zhang Xiaoguan’s worry is that he has eaten too much delicious food.

I felt a little bit unbelievable when I touched my bulging belly.

At this time, he looked like an eight-year-old child.

The little adult doesn't pretend anymore.

Because he ate and drank well, his height even went up.

He was very happy about this because he was the shortest of the three.

He is taller than Uncle Scallion.

Zhang Xiaoguan stopped. Qi Dacong held Qi Qige in one hand and the little mute in the other, allowing them to enjoy the beautiful view from above.

Qi Qige was often hugged so he didn't react much. He thought the little mute opposite was very interesting, so he poked his face with his finger. The touch was right, it was soft, and his uncle was really good at taking care of people.

He poked himself again and chuckled.

Zhang Xiaoguan's heart beat a little fast. It felt good to be hugged. However, Qi Qige opposite him was very childish and liked to poke his face.

He put his face against Uncle Qi's and felt a little relieved.

"uncle."

"Yes, uncle is here."

When I brought the two kids back home, I patted their butts and told them to go to the children's room to play.

He went to cook. This was his big villa in the countryside. He didn't expect that he could actually use it. However, the rural courtyard could not be used. It didn't matter, he could use it as a warehouse.

The original wooden cabin is used as a warehouse. If you want to move to another place occasionally, you can live on the big kang in the cabin.

As for the water and electricity in the big villa in the countryside, he didn't know either. Anyway, he could use it and he didn't want to understand why.

He doesn't have the brains for that.

It’s actually not that cold in the valley, not as cold as the ice and snow.

But there is a kind of cold that your elders think you are cold.

Qi Qige carefully took off the little mute's coat. It was a bit cold outside, but it was not cold inside, it was warm.

He took his small wooden sword and handed it to the other party, then sat on the small wooden horse and was ready to duel with him.

Zhang Xiaoguan: . . . .

He mechanically took the small wooden sword and sat on the small wooden horse to play with this little friend who didn't have much brains.

As he played, he found it fun and started laughing.

Ziziger: He just knew that no one could resist this game.

The two men got off the wooden horse and started fighting each other. Both of them were holding back, as one was afraid of hurting the younger brother, and the other was afraid of killing the older brother.

Qiqige was tired, so he took his younger brother to play jigsaw puzzles to learn words. Later, he felt that the word was missing some parts, so he took out a book from the bookshelf to teach his younger brother.

Zhang Xiaoguan: . . . .

He can, and can read.

So one of them took a book and read it.

Qi Dacong doesn't like reading this book. He doesn't even like simplified Chinese characters, let alone traditional Chinese characters.

He can not understand.

But he still bought all the books. Fortunately, Qiqige could read and didn't need him to teach. That was great. He didn't have to help them with their homework. They were both smart kids.

Free your hands and embrace the future.

The chicken is delicious, and there are braised chicken pieces, corn ribs, scrambled eggs with cucumber, preserved egg and tofu, mapo tofu, potato and meat slices, pickled cabbage, stir-fried green vegetables with mushrooms, and two bowls of stewed eggs.

"Xiao Qi brought his brother to eat."

Zhang Xiaoguan had already smelled the food. His uncle's cooking skills were really good and the food was really delicious.

This time, Qiqige didn't need to pull him away, he just pulled Qiqige away by himself.

He likes days like this very much.

There are brothers, uncles, and delicious food.

Qi Qige: My younger brother pulled me, and he likes me.

Uncle’s cooking is so delicious.

An 8-year-old and a 10-year-old both love to eat it.

Qi Dacong: He loves to eat it no matter how old he is.

People are iron rice and steel, and if they don't eat a meal, they will be very hungry.

The two were not hungry, they were just greedy.

My uncle’s bowl of braised chicken was so big, it was obvious that two chickens had died.

"Come on, each of you has a big chicken drumstick and a big chicken wing."

He is not stupid. One chicken is definitely not enough, so just kill one more. He likes to eat it anyway.

The three of them looked very satisfied while eating, especially the two children, whose faces were covered with oil, but the food tasted delicious when they held it in their hands.

Qi Dacong was much more reserved. He ate with chopsticks.

While the two little ones were not paying attention, he ate the remaining chicken legs and wings.

Zhang Xiaoguan decided that he would eat faster next time, but he didn't think about how big his mouth was. No matter how fast he ate, it would not be as fast as Qi Dacong's big mouth.

That’s decades of experience in playing PUBG.

Incomparable child.

Your mouth isn't big enough and your stomach isn't big enough.

I also like to eat corn because it is sweet and fragrant.

When Qiqige saw that he had finished eating, he gave him some corn to eat, and also some vegetables and egg custard. He couldn't be picky about food.

The tofu is delicious too.

Qiqige is easy to feed and is not picky about food. Xiaoguan likes sweets a bit.

Qi Dacong: He won’t cook something he doesn’t like, hehe.

Adults are always smart.

After dinner, I wiped the faces and hands of the two babies.

The two little guys followed automatically and took their bowls to the dishwashing area.

Three sinks, three heights, perfect.

Qi Dacong himself had a small animal doll, and wanted to get one for his two children, so he stuffed cotton into a cloth bag and sewed it into a big ball.

Qi Qige had wanted to ask for a long time, and finally poked his head out, "Uncle, what is this."

"chicken."

Zhang Xiaoguan: . . . .

This is different from the chickens raised in the cabin next door, don't lie.

His eyes showed disbelief without him saying anything.

Qiqige: . . . .

If uncle says it’s a chicken, then it’s a chicken.

"Brother, we have a new toy, let's play chicken."

This thing is ugly and a bit round, an ugly round chicken, you can kick it like a ball.

Let’s play Cuju, brother.

Zhang Xiaoguan looked at the light ball kicked by Qi Qige, so he also kicked it back, it was soft and quite fun.

The three of them had a lot of fun.

Qi Dacong: He is truly a genius.