"Dad, Mom. I'm back~~~"
Before entering the house, Ye Zhiqiu's familiar loud voice had already reached the ears of the two elders in the house.
It is noon now. Ye Zhiqiu came back on time. He must be home on time for mealtime every day.
If it doesn't, then it's "comfortable".
What awaits him is a meal of stir-fried bamboo shoots with meat, a mixture of the ones cooked by his parents. He was lucky enough to have tasted it once before, and the taste was truly "delicious".
"Dan'er is back, come sit down and eat."
A middle-aged woman in the house was holding a plate of shiny green vegetables. When she saw Ye Zhiqiu coming in, she greeted him with a smile.
This is Ye Zhiqiu's mother, Liu Qingqing.
The name is ordinary, and the person is ordinary. After all, Liu Qingqing works in the fields for half a year, and under the long hours of sun exposure, even the beautiful woman has been tanned into charcoal.
"Mom, can you please stop calling me Dan'er? I'm grown up now~"
Ye Zhiqiu climbed onto the stool swiftly while protesting in dissatisfaction.
The childish little face was full of depression.
Dan'er is Ye Zhiqiu's nickname, and Ye Zhiqiu has always seemed to be very resistant to this name.
After Liu Qingqing put the dishes on the table, she had a look of bad taste on her face.
He reached out and rubbed Ye Zhiqiu's head vigorously, then leaned close to his ear and smiled teasingly, "I know, Dan'er."
Ye Zhiqiu's face fell and he shook his head in dissatisfaction, but his little arms could never twist the big thighs.
Seeing that he could not escape from the clutches of the devil, Ye Zhiqiu resigned himself to his fate and picked up the chopsticks, struggling with the food on the table with a ferocious look on his face.
Across the table, a man took a sip of the wine in his glass and watched the scene with a satisfied look on his face.
There is a delicate touch between his eyebrows. If his skin had not been tanned too dark, he would have been a handsome guy when he was young.
This is Ye Zhiqiu's father, Ye Nan.
Ye Nan usually wouldn't do anything like teasing his son. He likes to quietly watch the mother and son making noise. A father's love is always deeper.
On the dinner table, there were two simple home-cooked dishes. There was no meat, but both side dishes were fried until they were shiny and had distinct colors, which made people very appetizing at first glance.
Although the Ye family is not rich, they can still afford oil.
After all, both Ye's father and mother are very hardworking.
"Egg, the martial arts test will be held the day after tomorrow. Do you have any ideas?"
After taking a bite of the dish, Ye Nan looked at Ye Zhiqiu and asked.
Liu Qingqing also stopped picking up the food and looked over silently.
Ye Zhiqiu took a mouthful of rice and replied vaguely, "If you have soul power, you can be a soul master. If you don't have soul power, you can follow me and farm."
Ye Zhiqiu said it seemingly casually, as if he didn't care at all.
But how could he hide the longing and worry in Hanzo's eyes from his parents who gave birth to him and raised him?
Ye Nan and Liu Qingqing looked at each other and fell silent.
They all knew their son's personality. Although he was naughty, his intelligence was far beyond his peers.
This has always been their pride.
But at the same time, this is also what they are worried about.
Even if other children's soul power is not detected after the test, they may be sad on the same day, but they will probably forget about it the next day.
But Ye Zhiqiu will definitely remember this for the rest of his life, and this will be a scar in his heart that will never be erased.
Ye Nan and Liu Qingqing were both afraid that their precious son would be found to have no soul power during the acquired martial soul assessment, and would never recover from it.
"Egg, there's nothing good about being a soul master. It's so dangerous. If you don't have soul power, don't worry too much. A simple life is a blessing."
Liu Qingqing gently stroked Ye Zhiqiu's little head and comforted him softly.
When she is not holding bamboo sticks, Liu Qingqing is still very gentle.
"Okay, Mom, you and Dad don't have to worry about me. If I really don't have soul power, then I will go into business."
After saying this, Ye Zhiqiu finished the rice in the bowl in a few mouthfuls and chewed it vigorously a few times.
Then he showed a bright smile to the two elders, "Dad, Mom, I'm done eating. I'm going to go play with Xiao San for a while."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Zhiqiu picked up a steamed bun and disappeared.
Only Ye Nan and Liu Qingqing were left looking at each other in bewilderment.
What did this kid just say? He's going into business without soul power?
You are just a six-year-old kid, and you want to learn how to do business?
Do we have enough money for you to spend? I think you're just itching for trouble.
At this time, Ye Zhiqiu didn't know what his parents were thinking, and he came to the big dilapidated house next door in just a few steps.
This is Tang San's home. The house covers a large area, but it is a bit leaky.
At this time, smoke was just rising from the chimney of Tang San's house.
Ye Zhiqiu pushed open the broken wooden door of Tang San's house with a familiar manner, ran to the stove in a few steps and started to help add firewood.
Tang San was not surprised by this. This was not the first day that his friend came to help him cook and add firewood.
The two of them worked together and soon a pot of porridge was ready.
Tang San lifted the lid of the pot. There were only a few grains of rice in the porridge, and most of it was light white porridge soup. This was the lunch for Tang San and his father Tang Hao.
Even dinner is like this most of the time.
There was only porridge, without any vegetables.
Ye Zhiqiu knew the plot of Douluo Dalu, but still found it a little hard to accept Tang Hao's approach.
You, a Titled Douluo, just left your own son alone after suffering a blow?
Look at Tang San, he is as thin as a monkey, he is never full at every meal, and he is already malnourished at such a young age.
Is this what a qualified father should do?
Ye Zhiqiu felt a little unfair for Tang San, but he knew that this was not something he, an outsider, should be involved in.
"Xiao San, go on"
Ye Zhiqiu took out the white steamed bun he had just picked up from the dinner table from his arms, threw it lightly to Tang San, and reminded him.
Tang San was currently using a wooden spoon to scoop porridge into the bowl, but he didn't have any extra hands to catch the big white steamed bun.
However, Tang San's years of practicing the Tang Sect's unique skills were not in vain.
His left hand shook slightly, and the wooden bowl in his hand flew out of his hand, flying more than two meters high and almost hitting the roof.
Tang San casually caught the big white steamed bun thrown by Ye Zhiqiu, and then put it into his mouth.
At this time, the rising wooden bowl has exhausted its strength and is pulled down by gravity.
Tang San didn't even glance at it, but stretched out his left hand with his palm facing up.
The wooden bowl fell vertically and landed right in the middle of his palm, without spilling a single drop of porridge.
Everything went smoothly, and Tang San seemed to have calculated it carefully, but in fact, it was just a piece of cake for him and he did it easily.
The Tang Clan's ability to control cranes and capture dragons is no exaggeration.
"Crab, crab."
Tang San mumbled his thanks and rolled his eyes. This guy always used these little tricks to make him look bad.
Ye Zhiqiu felt a little regretful when he saw this scene. In fact, he was very curious about Tang San's kung fu and yearned for it.
Even if you can't learn it, it's good to just watch. Every time I see Tang San performing the art of controlling cranes and capturing dragons, his movements have an artistic beauty.
This was not the first time Ye Zhiqiu had given Tang San a difficult problem, but he had never succeeded.
I can only sigh that it is really like Bai Mantou hitting Tang San, and there is no return.