Chapter 163：

Tang Miao looked at Xiao Hulin with a smile and teased: "Why should Uncle Xiao admire my father's land? You are handsome and romantic, and your woman who likes you is not one hundred or eighty. You are also married, so early You can have a son sooner after you get married. My dad will definitely give you a big gift by then. Right, dad? "

Everyone laughed. Tang Sihuang still didn't look up, but there was a hum in his mouth, a slight smile on his lips.

"Oh," Xiao Hulin didn't mind being joked at all, "Fortunately, there is no son. Nowadays in troubled times, adults can hardly live, let alone children."

There was a stifling silence in the hall.

With regard to the troubled times, Tang Miao was powerless and would not think too much or want to think too much. He was in a very good mood at this time. When Xiao Hulin mentioned that he had married and had children, his expression was not uncomfortable. He completely ruled out the possibility that he had a special relationship with Tang Sihuang. After the water boiled, he first put in oil, salt and chicken essence, then put the noodles in. After the pan was boiled again, put in the ham sausage, and then break the eggs into the whole. After a while, the fragrance erupted.

At this moment, the instant noodles from Tang Chun are also boiled. Tang Miao took out Charles and Haway's dog food bowl from his schoolbag. When Xiao Hulin and others saw that Zhang Wang had divided an egg for both Charles and Heiwei, they invariably twitched their lips. This group of people is violent. Grandma's. But they will not say anything other than envy or jealousy. People and dogs are good at eating, others are not qualified to beak.

Tang Xin noticed their expressions, patted Charles's head, and smiled: "Don't treat animals as improper labor, these two guys can also make great efforts to kill zombies."

After the rice was cooked, each person held their own rice bowls and took the two ham sausages they had allocated. Xiao Hulin's team is also boiled noodles, with a few packs of mustard, and they taste very fragrant.

Everyone was eating, and suddenly a suspicious impact came from outside the door.

Everyone's look changed, and one of Xiao Hulin's men was closest to the door. He was also very alert. He immediately lowered the bowl, stood up, stood with a long knife, stood by the door, opened the door a slit, and saw a pair of eyes.

"It's a child." His men said to Xiao Hulin.

The child was about eleven or twelve years old. He took the opportunity to squeeze in through the door slit, licked his dry lips, looked around, and fluttered into Wen Jing's arms with a pitiful voice.

"Sister, I haven't eaten for several days. Let me have something to eat."

No one else moved, and continued to eat noodles, seemingly very indifferent.

Tang Miao looked at Wen Jing while eating noodles, wondering what she would do.

Tong Wenjing pushed back the child a little, and whispered, "Sorry, younger brother, my sister also needs to kill zombies to get food."

"Sister, you have pity on me, I don't eat much, just two mouthfuls of noodles." The child held Wen Jing's arms tightly. Wen Jing smoked a few times without pulling it out. He simply lifted the boy without hurting him, but just pressed on the sofa so that he didn't interfere with her. He picked up chopsticks in the other hand and continued to eat noodles.

The boy struggled for a long time without breaking away, his strength slowly relaxed, and a trace of viciousness and hatred flashed in his low eyes. Wen Jing saw that he let go and loosened the arm that held him. The boy turned and ran, even rushing directly into Tang Miao's arms.

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When Tang Miao was surprised, he thought that the boy had not convinced Wen Jing to choose Ning Yue, who was also a woman, and did not expect that he would pick himself up. When the boy came in, he was wary of the boy. Nothing else, just because the boy first glanced around when he entered the house, he chose Chinese quiet, which is not simple. Although it is indispensable to guard against people, it is a kind of sorrow that even a child as small as this must be prepared for.

"Brother, please ... I really just need to eat a little bit ..."

Tang Sihuang took the last bite of noodles, wiped his mouth with meal paper, and dull eyes fell on the boy, but said nothing.

While others are eating noodles, they are paying attention to the development of the situation, which means a bit of watching the theater.

Tang Miao pointed to the stool next to him: "Sit down first, and wait until we finish eating."

The boy was a little surprised, and asked skeptically, "Do you really give it?"

"Of course." Tang Miao smiled slightly at him.