Chapter 52

Notting City, City Gate.

Along the main road paved with bluestone floors, pedestrians are bustling on the road. Business travelers from all over the world gather in this small border town. The materials of the two empires are distributed here, forming a deformed commercial prosperity scene.

Yang Ming, Tang San and Xiao Wu met at the door. After nearly a year, all three of them have grown up.

Due to the fact that he often stayed in the dormitory to cultivate his soul power, Yang Ming's complexion was much whiter than before, with white face and red lips, short eyebrows and starry eyes, and a white robe. Although his appearance was not as handsome as a monster, he was also sharp and angular and his facial features were upright. .

Also, Yang Ming looks quite precocious, and the seven-year-old child looks fourteen years old, and is about 1.3 meters tall. If he had an extra folding fan in his hand, he would really be worthy of the sentence "Moshang is like a jade, the son of the world." Unparalleled".

Not long after Yang Ming stood under the city wall, he attracted the attention of the girls on the road. Yang Ming was very familiar with their eyes. Whenever he practiced swordsmanship under the moon, the girls onlookers put on such a face.

In order to avoid unnecessary trouble with this face, Yang Ming specially bought a hat and hung a veil to cover his face.

Tang San looked at Yang Ming's outfit, couldn't help but snickered, saying:

"Yang Ming, it seems that you are very popular now."

Yang Ming rolled his eyes and said angrily:

"You guys are so slow, I've been here waiting for you for an hour."

Xiao Wu raised her hand, indicating the large and small bags in her hands.

If you look closely, there are nothing more than some small gifts, all of which are unique.

"We all went to buy souvenirs, it's not like you don't buy anything."

Yang Ming smiled without arguing.

During this period of time, Yang Ming has experienced a truth, that is, don't reason with women.

Back then, when Yang Ming told Xiao Wu the second half of A Dream of Red Mansions, when he heard that Lin Daiyu died alone, Xiao Wu cried so badly that she threatened to send a blade to Yang Ming, or even if she didn't change the plot, Yang Ming will be ignored in the future.

Of course, this is just a joke.

Yang Ming is not Cao Xueqin, the author of A Dream of Red Mansions, how can he know how to change the plot.

In desperation, Yang Ming had no choice but to take out the domineering president, Mary Suwen, who fell in love with me, which finally made Xiao Wu burst into laughter.

From Notting City to Holy Spirit Village, the distance is not too far, and you can walk there in half a day.

The three of them took a rest in the middle, and when it was almost evening, they finally saw the outline of the Holy Spirit Village.

The land is flat and spacious, the houses are just like, and there are fertile fields, beautiful ponds, mulberry and bamboo.

Qian Mo traffic, chickens and dogs hear each other.

Under the setting sun, a farmer was rushing back with a hoe on his shoulder.

Although Yang Ming had only been away for nearly a year, the moment he took off his bamboo hat, the villagers who came and went recognized Yang Ming for the first time.

The faces of the villagers, which were blackened by the scorching sun, were filled with smiles from the heart, as if seeing their children returning home, they waved to Yang Ming.

"Yang Ming, are you back?"

"How are you doing at school?"

"Yang Ming, come to my house for dinner tonight."

Along the way, Yang Ming spent a lot of energy just dealing with the enthusiastic villagers.

Seeing Yang Ming being pulled away by the villagers beside him and asking meticulously about going to school, Xiao Wu's eyes had a hint of envy and a hint of loneliness.

The envy is that Yang Ming's innate affinity, it seems that as long as he is by his side, he will naturally become his friend.

The sad thing is that since the death of her mother, Xiao Wu has been alone, and she has never felt such an atmosphere.

"I didn't expect Yang Ming to be so popular." Xiao Wu said quietly.

"Yeah." Tang San raised his finger and rubbed the tip of his nose. Compared to Yang Ming, because his father Tang Hao often drank too much, his popularity in the village was not very good, so he was also unlucky, not so much in the village. Popular, he said with emotion: "Yang Ming, he is really a very special person."

Yang Ming managed to escape from the encirclement of aunt and aunt, and hurriedly dragged Tang San and Xiao Wu to the house.

In the entire Holy Soul Village, the village chief's family is relatively decent, and can be recognized at a glance.

Pushing open the wooden door, the smell of the food came out.

Looking over, Grandpa, Old Jack, with an apron tied around his waist, holding a spatula in one hand and a dish just served from the kitchen in the other, is setting up the table.

Braised Tofu, Steamed Hairy Crab, Spicy Fried Chicken Drumsticks, Stir-fried Chicken, Lettuce…

Hearing the movement, Old Jack raised his head and saw that it was Yang Ming and the three of them. There was a trace of excitement in his turbid eyes, which was then well hidden by him, and a sincere smile appeared on the face of the vicissitudes of life.

"You skin monkey, you are back."

"I count the time, you should arrive at this time, and prepare home-cooked meals for you early in the morning."

Old Jack put down the spatula and the dishes, rubbed his hands on the apron, and rubbed the grease off his hands.

Old Jack stepped forward, welcomed the three of them in, motioned Tang San and Xiao Wu to sit down.

"Come, come, come, don't be polite to this bad old man, just treat this as your home."

Tang San hesitated a little, said:

"Grandpa Jack, I want to go home and talk to Dad first."

"Eh?" Old Jack was a little puzzled. "Your father passed away a few days ago, didn't you know? He also entrusted me to take care of you a little while he was away."

This time, it was Tang San's turn to wonder.

For the entire school year, it's fine if my father doesn't come to the college to visit, but this time he has to leave without saying goodbye?

Yang Ming had read the original book, and naturally knew what Tang Hao was going to do. Seeing Tang San was gloomy, he comforted him:

"Third brother, you don't have to think too much. Perhaps, it's the uncle who has something to do."

Old Jack picked up a piece of fried chicken, fried it until it was crispy and tender, put it in Tang San's bowl, and said:

"Hey, let's not talk too much, come, try my secret fried chicken legs, I guarantee that after you eat it once, you will always remember this taste!"

Hearing this, Tang San had no choice but to keep his thoughts in his heart.

He lowered his head and took a bite of the fried chicken thigh. The surface of the chicken thigh was wrapped in a coating made of protein mixed with starch. After being fully fried, the outer skin became extremely crisp. With a light bite of his teeth, a crisp "click" sound was heard. It is the gravy of oil and water that gurgled down the bite, and the meaty fragrance inside came to the nostrils instantly.

So fragrant!

The chicken thighs marinated with various spices and seasonings are extremely smooth and tender, with just the right amount of saltiness. One point is too much, one point is too little. Coupled with the tomato sauce carefully ground by 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 devoured the fried chicken legs, Yang Ming snickered.

This is what he used to teach old Jack how to cook!

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