His Majesty raises cubs in the entertainment circle

Yang Guang is a tyrant.

Yang Guang knew that there were many people who actually wanted to say this sentence, and there were also many people who said this sentence behind their backs, but they never dared to say this sentence to themselves.

The first person who dared to say this to himself turned out to be a milk doll...

Yang Guang had a gloomy face and squinted his eyes, as if a storm was brewing in his eyes.The little boy seemed to feel it too. He blinked his big eyes. Although he didn't know what he had done wrong, he shrunk his shoulders subconsciously, a little scared.

"Tyrant?" Yang Guang's voice was low and hoarse, and he sneered, like sand in a storm.

He didn't speak any more, but suddenly stretched out his hand, the movement was sharp and swift, "Snap!" He grabbed the chain on the boy's ankle, opened his hands, and the muscles of the upper arm suddenly swelled, the movement was terrifying like a lion.

The little boy closed his eyes tightly subconsciously, and after a crisp sound, the chains on his feet were pulled away violently.

Yang Guang seemed to be angry, but he was not. After breaking off the shackles with his bare hands, he broke off the buckles around the little boy's feet, "Crack!" Throwing the torn anklet aside, he said flatly, "You It’s also courageous.”

The little boy looked down at his two little feet, opened his small mouth in a daze, his big eyes were twinkling with starlight, he was surprised and surprised, and after a long time, he said in a childlike voice: " Crab Crab Susu! Susu, you are so tired!"

Yang Guang said coldly: "You know I'm an uncle, why did you call me father just now?"

The little boy shrank his neck again, lowered his little head timidly, pressed his chin on his little chest, and said in a low voice, "Because Susu... Susu looks very much like Papa Wo."

Yang Guang didn't ask too much, he didn't want to meddle in other people's affairs.

Now that I'm here, I still can't finish my own affairs, how can I have the leisure to take care of the affairs of a little boy I don't know?

Yang Guang didn't speak immediately, but at this moment, the little boy's stomach made a sound of "Gulu—Gulu..." and he cried out from hunger.

Yang Guang thought for a while, he happened to be hungry too, and the discomfort of hangover still lingered in his stomach, so he really should eat something to cushion his stomach.

Yang Guang just came here, although he was calm enough, but to be honest, he didn't know anything and didn't know much about this place, so he said to the little boy, "Go find something to eat."

The little boy nodded immediately, as if he had developed an obedient temperament, he didn't know how to resist at all, and immediately ran to the kitchen with his short legs to find something to eat.

Yang Guang followed, the little boy squatted on the ground, and excitedly raised his little fleshy hand, holding a handful of white rice in his hand. Although his little face was covered with bruises and scars, there was still a dirty and Sweet and creamy, but innocent with a smile.

"Susu! There is rice here! You can steam the rice!"

rice?Yang Guang knew it.Cakes and food flourished in the Northern and Southern Dynasties and the Sui Dynasty, but Yang Guang himself has always liked to eat rice and has a special liking for rice.

The little boy stood up, blinked his big eyes, and proudly puffed out his small chest: "Susu, Wo! Wo can steam rice! Wo also often cooks at home, just a glass of water and two bowls of rice, it's very simple !"

Yang Guang frowned, and looked the little boy up and down. Although the wounds on the little boy's body had been cleaned up, he was dirty from head to toe, and there was a lot of cream rubbed on his face.

Yang Guang is a person with a cleanliness habit. He lived a good life since he was a child. Seeing the little boy grabbing the rice with his dirty hands, he frowned and said in disgust, "Go wash it."

The little boy looked at himself shyly, put down the rice quickly, rubbed his small hands on the worn clothes, nodded, and ran to the bathroom in desperation, as if he was afraid of offending Yang Guang.

Seeing him slipping away, Yang Guang didn't look back, but added: "Don't get wet on the wound."

The little boy stood still, so surprised that he forgot to be afraid. He looked up at Yang Guang with a small face, and his big eyes seemed to contain stars and seas, shimmering and shaking, and said: "Since Dad left, Mom always I'm angry, no one cares about me anymore. Susu...are you caring about Wo?"

"Where is there so much nonsense?" Yang Guang said coldly, "Go quickly."

"Oh!" The little boy shrank his neck from being scolded, turned around and ran, and got into the bathroom to rinse.

Yang Guang listened to the voice of the little boy running away, with a condescending sneer on the corner of his lips: "I don't have the time to care about a young child."

When he said this, the arrow wound on his chest suddenly felt heart-piercing pain, "Hiss..." Yang Guang subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his wound, not only the wound, but also his heart began to tingle. I don't know what it is It affects Yang Guang's heart.

What if you say you don't care?According to Yang Guang's temperament of "denying relatives", how could he snatch a little boy who has nothing to do with him into the house?Healed his wounds, unshackled his feet, and asked him to wash?

Yang Guang kicked the kitchen cabinet irritably, and there was a loud "bang--" that almost broke the cabinet into pieces, and the dishes on the cabinet shook "bang bang bang".

Yang Guang's eyes fell on the dangling dishes and bowls, he simply didn't think about what was there, took out two instant noodle bowls from the cabinet, and said plausibly, "Two bowls of rice?"

He scooped up two bowls of rice with instant noodle bowls and muttered, "A glass of water?"

Turning around to look for it, I found the cup. Although ancient times are different from modern times, the cups are similar. There are mugs in the kitchen, and they are not too different from Yang Guang's wine glass and ear cups at that time.

Yang Guang scooped up two bowls of rice and a glass of water. He had never seen a rice cooker before, so he didn't know how to use it at all, but the big steamer next to it looked decent.

Pulling the corners of his lips, Yang Guang prepared the rice and water, clapped his hands, and said, "It's so easy. I'm not afraid of war. Is it possible that I can still lose to this little firewood, rice, oil and salt? It's just mediocre."

After cleaning carefully in the bathroom, Yang Jian came out timidly, and raised his hand to smell his little arm to make sure that there was no peculiar smell on his body.

"Susu, are you looking for a magic horse?" The little boy came over and tilted his head.

Yang Guang prepared rice and water, and even the pot was found by him, but the problem came, where is the fire?

Yang Guang folded his arms with both hands. The summer weather was hot and his clothes were thin. The smooth muscles of his arms swelled slightly with the movement of his arms.

"How to make a fire?"

"Light a fire?" Yang Jian's little bun blinked his big eyes twice, suddenly realized, and ran over, paddling his little feet, and with a "crack", he turned the switch of the stove, and the flames "huh—" from the stove Taili popped up.

Yang Guang was taken aback, can a fire be made without firewood?

However, Yang Guang has always been calm, and his emotions and anger are not displayed. He is not a person who is surprised by such a trivial matter. He put the steamer on the stove with a calm face, and then started to steam the rice.

"Boy, how long does it take to steam the rice?"

Yang Jian rubbed his little hair and thought for a while, then said, "At least half an hour."

"Hour?" Yang Guang frowned, it seems that the timing is different now.

One big and one small watched the steamer get hot, waiting for the rice to come out of the pot with anticipation.

after an hour……

Yang Guang waited a little impatiently, and said, "Is it all right?"

Yang Jian's little bun scratched his little face, and quickly moved a small stool. Because of his small size, he twisted his buttocks, climbed up the small stool with his hands and feet, and lifted the lid of the steamer with his little feet.

call--

Steaming hot with an almost indistinguishable aroma of rice.

The curling heat slowly dissipated, finally revealing the true face of Mount Lu in the steamer.

——In a steamer, a cup of water in a mug, and two bowls of white rice in instant noodle bowls.

White rice...has been "fossilized" by steaming.