: 52. Warm and homely

Notting city, city gate.
Along the main road paved with bluestone floors, pedestrians are busy on the road. Business travelers from the south and the north gather in this small border town. The materials of the two empires are scattered here, forming a deformed business prosperity.
Yang Ming, Tang San and Xiao Wu met at the door. After nearly a year, all three had grown up.
As a result of staying in dorms to practice spiritual power, Yang Ming's skin color is much whiter than before, with white face, red lips, short eyebrows and star eyes, and a white dress. Although his appearance is not handsome as a demon, he is also sharp and angular, and his facial features are correct. .
In addition, Yang Ming looks quite precocious. The seven-year-old child looks 14 years old and is about one meter three meters tall. If there is another folding fan in his hand, it really deserves the sentence "Mo Shangrenruyu, the son of a son Wushuang".
Not long after Yang Ming stood under the city wall, she attracted the attention of the girls on the road. Yang Ming was very familiar with their eyes. Whenever he practiced swordsmanship next month, the onlookers made such a face.
In order to avoid unnecessary troubles caused by this face, Yang Ming specially bought a bucket hat and draped his veil to cover his face.
Tang San looked at Yang Ming's dress, and Renjun couldn't help but snicker, saying:
"Yang Ming, it seems that you are very popular now."
Yang Ming rolled his eyes and didn't have a good air:
"You are really slow, I'm here waiting for you for an hour."
Xiao Wu raised her hand and gestured for the big bag in her hand.
If you look closely, it is nothing more than a small gift, which is very unique.
"We all went to buy souvenirs, like you don't buy anything."
Yang Ming smiled and did not argue.
During this period of time, Yang Ming has already realized the truth, that is, not to reason with women.
I thought that when Yang Ming told Xiaowu about the second half of the story of the Red Mansion, when he heard Lin Daiyu mournfully die alone, Xiaowu was crying in a mess, threatening to send Yang Ming a blade, even if he didn't change the plot, Yang Ming will be ignored in the future.
Of course, this is just a joke.
Yang Ming is not the author of the Dream of the Red Chamber, Cao Xueqin. Where do you know how to change the plot?
In desperation, Yang Ming had no choice but to take out the overbearing president and fall in love with Mary Suwen and the like, which finally made Xiao Wu burst into tears.
Walking from Notting City to Holy Soul Village is not far away, and you can walk to it in half a day.
The three of them took a break halfway, and in the near evening, they finally saw the outline of the Holy Soul Village.
The land is flat and the house is like a house.
There was traffic in the hills and the dogs and dogs heard each other.
Under the setting sun, a farmer was rushing back with a on his shoulder.
Although Yang Ming only left for almost a year, when he took off the hat, the villagers who came and went recognized Yang Ming for the first time.
The villagers' darkened faces exposed to the scorching sun were filled with smiles from the heart, just like seeing their children returning home, beckoning towards Yang Ming.
"Yang Ming, are you back?"
"Have you been well in school?"
"Yang Ming, come to my house for dinner tonight."
Along the way, Yang Ming spent a lot of energy just to deal with the enthusiastic villagers.
Seeing that Yang Ming was taken away by the villagers on the side, and inquired about school in detail, there was a trace of envy and loneliness in Xiao Wu's eyes.
What is enviable is that Yang Ming's innate affinity seems to become his friend naturally as long as he follows him.
Desolately, since the death of her mother, Xiaowu has been alone, and has never felt such an atmosphere.
"Unexpectedly, Yang Ming is so popular." Xiaowu Youyou said.
"Yeah." Tang San raised his finger and rubbed his nose. Compared with Yang Ming, because his father Tang Hao was often drunk, his relationship with the village was not too good, so he followed the bad luck, not so much in the village. Popular, quite emotional: "Yang Ming is really a very special person."
Yang Ming finally escaped from the encirclement of the aunt and aunt, and hurriedly took Tang Sanhe and Xiao Wu to run home.
In the entire Holy Soul Village, the village head’s family is relatively decent and can be recognized at a glance.
When the wooden door was pushed open, a scent of food came out.
Looking around, grandpa and old Jack wore an apron around his waist, holding a spatula in one hand and the dishes that had just been brought out of the kitchen in one hand, and was at the dining table.
Braised tofu, steamed hairy crabs, spicy fried chicken legs, stir-fried chicken, oil and wheat...
Hearing the movement, Old Jack raised his head and saw Yang Ming and his three people, a tinge of emotion passing through the murky eyes, and then he was covered by him very well, and the vicissitudes of his face showed a hearty smile.
"Your skin monkey, you're back."
"I'm counting the time, and you should arrive at this time, and prepare home-cooked meals for you early in the morning."
Old Jack put down the spatula and dishes, rubbed his hands on the apron, rubbed the greasy hands off.
Old Jack stepped forward and greeted the three of them, motioning Tang San and Xiaowu to sit down.
"Come, come, come, don't be polite to me, a bad old man, just treat yourself as your home here~EbookFREE.me~ Tang San hesitated and said:
"Grandpa Jack, I want to go home and talk to my dad first."
"Eh?" Old Jack wondered, "Your dad has gone a few days ago, don't you know? He still entrusted me to take care of you a little while he was away."
This time, Tang San was puzzled.
Throughout the school year, even if Dad didn't come to the college to visit, this time he had to say goodbye?
Yang Ming has seen the original book and naturally understands what Tang Hao is going to do. Seeing Tang San feeling unhappy, he exhorts:
"Third brother, you don't have to think too much, maybe, it's uncle who has something to do."
Old Jack picked up a piece of fried chicken legs, fried them crispy and tender, and put them in Tang Sanwan, saying:
"Eh, without saying that much, come and try my secret fried chicken drumsticks, and make sure that you will always remember this taste after eating it once!"
Wen Yan, Tang San had no choice but to suppress his heart in his heart.
He lowered his head and took a bite of fried chicken drumsticks. The noodles made of protein mixed starch were wrapped on the surface of the chicken drumsticks. After the skin was fully fried, the skin became very crisp. The teeth bite lightly and made a "click". It's oily gravy gurgling down the bite, and the flavour of the meat in it rushed to the nose in no time.
Really fragrant!
The chicken legs marinated with various spices are extremely smooth and tender, the saltiness is just right, too much one point, too little one point, too little, plus the carefully ground tomato sauce of old Jack, it is a perfect match. Unity is tantamount to dancing on the tip of the tongue, making people want to stop!
Watching Tang San and Xiao Wu sweeping the fried chicken legs, Yang Ming snickered aside.
This is how he taught old Jack how to cook!
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