Chapter 2

"Dad, mom. I'm back ~ ~ "

I haven't entered the house yet, ye Zhiqiu's familiar loud voice has already reached the ears of the two elders in the room.

It's noon now. Ye Zhiqiu comes back with a pinch. He has to get home on time every day.

If not, it's "comfortable.".

Waiting for him will be a meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots, or the kind of mixed stir fried by his parents. He had the honor to taste it once before, which was really "enjoyable".

"The eggs are back. Sit down and eat."

A middle-aged woman in the house was carrying a plate of bright vegetables. When she saw Ye Zhiqiu entering the house, she said with a smile.

This is Ye Zhiqiu's mother, Liu Qingqing.

Common names, ordinary people. After all, Liu Qingqing worked in the fields for half a year. Under the long sun exposure, the beauty was also tanned.

"Mom, can you stop calling me eggs... I'm all grown up ~"

Ye Zhiqiu climbed onto the stool and protested discontentedly.

Childish face, full of depression.

Egg is Ye Zhiqiu's nickname, ye Zhiqiu has always been very resistant to this name.

After Liu Qingqing put the dishes on the table, his face was full of evil taste.

He reached out his hand and rubbed Ye Zhiqiu's head vigorously, reached his ear and laughed with a smile, "Zhi ~ Dao ~ La ~, egg son ~"

Ye Zhiqiu pulled down his face and shook his head discontentedly. However, his small arm could not twist his thigh.

Seeing that he can't escape from the devil's paw, ye Zhiqiu takes up his chopsticks and struggles with the food on the table with ferocity on his face.

On the other side of the table, a man sipped the small wine in his cup and looked at this scene with satisfaction on his face.

There was something delicate between his eyebrows. If his skin was not too dark, he would be a handsome young man when he was young.

This is Ye Zhiqiu's father, ye Nan.

Ye Nan usually doesn't make fun of his son. He likes to watch his mother and son make a fuss. His father's love is always deep.

On the table, there are two simple home cooked dishes, no meat, but the two dishes are fried bright, clear color, let a person look very appetizing.

Although Ye's family is not rich, oil is still affordable.

After all, Ye's father and mother are hardworking.

"Egg son, the day after tomorrow is the martial spirit examination. Do you have any idea?"

After ye Nan ate a mouthful of vegetables, he looked at Ye Zhiqiu and asked.

Liu Qingqing also stopped the action of sandwiching vegetables and looked over in silence.

Ye Zhiqiu took a mouthful of rice and vaguely replied, "if you have soul power, you will become a soul master. If you have no soul power, you will follow your father to plant the land..."

what ye Zhiqiu said seems easy and doesn't care.

But how can the half hidden desire and worry in his eyes hide from the second elder who gave birth to him.

Ye Nan and Liu Qingqing looked at each other and were silent.

They all know their son's character. Although he is naughty, his mind is far beyond his peers.

It has always been their pride.

But at the same time, that's where they worry.

Other children may feel sad on the same day and forget about it the next day, even if they don't measure their soul power.

But ye Zhiqiu, the child, will definitely remember for a lifetime, which will be a scar that will never be erased in his heart.

Ye Nan and Liu Qingqing are both afraid that their baby son's martial spirit assessment the day after tomorrow, it is found that there is no soul power, and since then, they have been depressed.

"Egg, it's not good to be a soul master. It's dangerous. If you don't have soul power, don't care too much. It's just a blessing to be flat and light. "

Liu Qingqing caresses the small head of the next leaf Zhiqiu, soft voice comfort.

Liu Qingqing is still very gentle when he doesn't pick up the bamboo.

"OK, mom, you and Dad don't have to worry about me. If I really don't have soul power, then I'll go to do business..."

after that, ye Zhiqiu picked up the rice in the bowl and chewed it hard.

Then he showed a brilliant smile to the second old man, "Dad and mom, I've finished eating, and I'll go to find Xiao San to play."

As soon as the voice fell, ye Zhiqiu ran away with a steamed bun.

Only Ye Nan and Liu Qingqing look at each other.

What did the child say? Go into business without soul power?

You're a six-year-old kid, you want to learn business from others?

Did you lose money in our family? I think you are itchy...

Ye Zhiqiu did not know what his parents thought, so he came to the big broken house next door in two or three steps.

This is Tang San's home. The house covers a wide area, but there is some air leakage.

At this time, the chimneys of the three Tang families were just rising.

When ye Zhiqiu came to cook, he pushed open the broken wooden door of the three Tang families and ran to the stove to help add firewood.

Tang San was not surprised. His little friend didn't come to help him cook and add firewood on his first day.Together, they cooked porridge in a short time.

When Tang San lifted the lid of the pot, there were only a few grains of rice in the pot, most of which were light white atherosclerotic soup. This was the lunch for Tang San and his father Tang Hao.

Even most of dinner is like this.

Only porridge, not a little food.

Ye Zhiqiu knows the plot of Douluo, but he still can't accept Tang Hao's practice.

Do you leave your son alone after a blow?

Take a look at Tang San's struggle with monkeys. He can't eat enough every meal. He has been malnourished at a young age.

Is this what a qualified father should do?

Ye Zhiqiu is a little unfair for Tang San, but he knows that this is not his own outsider's business.

"Xiao San, then..."

Ye Zhiqiu took out the white steamed bread that he had just taken out on the dining table and gently threw it to Tang San to remind him.

Tang San was taking a wooden spoon to the bowl for porridge, but he had no spare hands to pick up the big white steamed bread.

However, Tang San's unique skills of Tang clan for so many years were not practiced in vain.

His left hand trembled slightly, and the wooden bowl in his hand came out of his hand and flew up to more than two meters, almost hitting the roof.

The big white steamed bread thrown by Ye Zhiqiu was caught by Tang San and then put into his mouth.

At this time, the strength of the ascending wooden bowl has been exhausted, and it is attracted to fall by gravity.

Tang San didn't look at it. His left hand reached out and his palm went up.

The bowl fell vertically and fell right in the middle of his hand. Half a drop of the soup did not fall.

Tang Sanhao seems to have worked hard, but in fact, it is just a piece of cake for him.

The Tang clan's control of cranes and capture of dragons is not a boast.

"Crab..."

Tang San vaguely thanks, but also rolled his eyes. This guy is always using these little tricks to see himself make a fool of himself.

Ye Zhiqiu is a little sorry to see this scene. In fact, he is curious about Tang San's Kung Fu and yearns for it.

It's good not to learn to have a look at it. Every time I watch Tang San's performance of controlling cranes and catching dragons, it has an artistic aesthetic feeling.

It is not the first time ye Zhiqiu has given Tang San a difficult problem, but he has never succeeded.

Can only sigh, is really white steamed bread beat Tang San, there is no return.

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