Notting City, City Gate.

Along the main road paved with bluestone floors, the road is bustling with pedestrians, and merchants from all over the world gather in this small border town, where the materials of the two empires are distributed here, forming a kind of deformed commercial prosperity.

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

Due to the fact that he often stays in the dormitory to cultivate his soul power, Yang Ming's complexion is much whiter than before, with white face and red lips, short eyebrows and starry eyes, and a white dress.

At the same time, Yang Ming looks quite precocious, the seven-year-old child looks fourteen years old, and is about one meter three meters tall.

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 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 dress, couldn't help but snicker, and said:

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

Yang Ming rolled his eyes and said angrily:

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

Xiao Wu raised her hand and gestured for the big bag of things in her hand.

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

"We're all going to buy souvenirs, like you don't buy anything."

Yang Ming smiled and didn't argue anything.

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

I think that at the beginning, when Yang Ming told Xiao Wu the story of the second half of the Dream of Red Mansions, when he heard that Lin Daiyu died alone and desolately, Xiao Wu cried so much that he threatened to send Yang Ming a blade, and even ignored Yang Ming in the future if he didn't change the plot.

Of course, this is just a joke.

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

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

Walking from Notting City to Holy Soul Village, the distance is not far, and it can be walked in most days.

The three of them rested halfway, and when it was almost evening, they finally saw the outline of the Holy Soul Village.

The land is flat, the houses are like that, and there are good fields and beautiful ponds and mulberry bamboos.

Qianmo traffic, chickens and dogs smell each other.

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

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

The villagers' faces blackened by the scorching sun were filled with heartfelt smiles, as if they had seen their children return home, and beckoned to Yang Ming.

"Yang Ming, are you back?"

"How are you doing in school?"

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

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

Seeing that Yang Ming was pulled away by the villagers on the side, asking about going to school in detail, Xiao Wu had a trace of envy and loneliness in his eyes.

What is enviable is that Yang Ming's innate affinity seems to be that as long as he is by his side, he will naturally become his friend.

The lonely 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.

"yes." Tang San raised his finger and rubbed the tip of his nose, compared to Yang Ming, because his father Tang Hao often drank heavily, his popularity in the village was not very good, and he was unlucky, he was not so popular in the village, and said with emotion: "Yang Ming, he is really a very special person." ”

Yang Ming finally got out of the encirclement of his aunt and aunt, and hurriedly pulled Tang San and Xiao Wu to run home.

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

Pushing open the wooden door, the smell of food wafts into my nose.

Looking over, Grandpa Jack Sr. wore an apron around his waist, held a spatula in one hand, and held a dish that had just been served from the kitchen in the other, and was opening the table.

Braised tofu, steamed hairy crab, spicy fried chicken thighs, stir-fried chicken, fried wheat cabbage......

Hearing the movement, Old Jack raised his head and saw that it was Yang Ming and the others, a trace of excitement flashed in his cloudy eyes, and then he was well covered up, and a heartfelt smile appeared on his vicissitudes of life.

"You monkey, you're back."

"I'll calculate the time, you should also arrive at this time, and prepare a home-cooked meal early in the morning to wait for you."

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, and motioned for Tang San and Xiao Wu to sit down.

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

Tang San hesitated a little and said:

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

"Huh?" Old Jack was a little puzzled, "Your dad was gone the other day, don't you know?" He also entrusted me with taking care of you a little during his absence. ”

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

For the whole school year, even if my father didn't come to visit the college, this time he still had to say goodbye?

Yang Ming had read the original book, so he naturally knew what Tang Hao was going to do, and seeing that Tang San was sullen, he comforted:

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

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

"Eh, don't say so 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.

Bowing his head, he took a bite of the fried chicken thigh, the dough made of protein mixed starch was wrapped on the surface of the chicken thigh, the skin became extremely crisp after being fully fried, and the teeth bit lightly, making a crisp sound of "click", as if the gravy of oil and water was gurgling down the bite opening, and the aroma of the meat inside came to the nose in an instant.

It smells so good!

The chicken thighs marinated in various spices are extremely smooth and tender, the saltiness is just right, one more is too much, one less is too little, and the tomato sauce carefully ground by Old Jack is simply a perfect match, the two are combined, which is tantamount to dancing on the tip of the tongue, which makes people want to stop!

Watching Tang San and Xiao Wu gobble up the fried chicken legs, Yang Ming snickered on the side.

That's what he used to teach Old Jack how to cook!

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