Chapter 333：

司 Tang Sihuang was sitting on the sofa for a moment of contemplation, and got up on the second floor. It was not clear which room Tang Xin was in.

"Tang Xin."

"Dad, are you looking for me?" The door to the room near the stairs was pulled open.

"What are you doing?" Tang Sihuang asked as he walked in.

"Pack clothes."

司 Tang Sihuang looked around, this villa was well taken care of, it looked 90% new, and the furniture in the room was intact, almost the same as the new one.

"What's missing for Tang Miao."

"I know." Tang Xin folded his clothes in his hands. "Dad, I haven't been able to figure out one thing, isn't the space Tang Miao's? How could it ..."

His eldest son has been very clever since he was a child, and when he grows up, he has 80% of his style. The reason why Tang Sihuang came over was to give Tang Xin a chance to ask questions. Now he is really relieved to hear Tang Xin's questions, and he is frank: "Perhaps because of the combination of Tang and Miao. We can share space. "More about space, he still didn't say, not because he didn't trust Tang Xin, but because it mattered. The more people know, the more dangerous Miao Tang is.

"That's it." Tang Xin was embarrassed when he heard the word "combined", but he was more surprised and did not expect that there would be such a magical thing. If more amazing things happen to Tang Miao and Dad in the future, he thinks he will be very calm. A little thought, he understood that the reason why Tang Sihuang said that space is his own is to better protect Tang Miao.

"Don't want to open yet?" Tang Sihuang asked suddenly.

Tang Xin gave his hand a smile, pretending to smile frankly, and spread his hand: "It's coming." He felt very warm inside, after all, Dad also cared about him. Otherwise, he wouldn't come to chat with him on purpose. When Tang Sihuang and Tang Miao got close, he was used to it, but his heart was still awkward after all.

司 Tang Sihuang nodded his head, said nothing, and walked away.

The living room on the first floor was large. Tang Sihuang sat for a while and got up to go to the kitchen.

"Sweet and sour pork ribs are good, Chunying, you look at the pot."

"Little Master, it seems that there are a lot of beets prepared today."

"Ok."

"Sir cannot eat too many sweets, shouldn't he make less?"

真的 "Really?" Tang Miao froze, and then became silent in shame. He didn't even know Daddy couldn't eat too much sugar.

"Mr. Eating too sweet is easy to have a toothache." Chunyu saw his embarrassment and quickly explained.

Tang Miao remembered a few small things about sweets, felt a little ashamed, and a little strangely happy. At that time, he gave Daddy the sweet beef jerky and the toasted apple. Daddy did not hesitate to eat it. Is he already indulging him?

Tang Sihuang looked at the low head and felt that he could not help but speak.

"Do you need help?"

Tang Miao looked back and saw that he was still wearing a combat uniform, and he pouted, "You still don't make trouble."

司 Tang Sihuang glanced at him and saw the peeled potatoes on the cutting board. After washing his hands, he picked up a kitchen knife and began to slice and shred.

Tang Miao looked at his big posture, couldn't help but smile, stepped forward and instructed: "You need to cut a little bit more to make it easy to taste."