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"Oops~"

"Bang!"

Ning Feng's hands pushed open the door, and the two doors opened less than three inches apart, and there was a low cry from inside, and there was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. (Please search Bayi Chinese Net, the fastest updated novel website!)

The next moment, two doors swung open, and Ning Feng stepped in quickly.

On the opposite side, a scholar dressed as a middle-aged man, with a delicate appearance, with a few handfuls of beards that he cherished at a glance, straightened his chest, and looked at him with a stern fatherly face.

This is Ning Feng's father, who has a very dusty name - Ning Caichen.

When he first knew his father's name, Ning Feng wanted to ask if he knew Nie Xiaoqian and Yan Chixia, and if he had been to Lanruo Temple, he would have done it.

It is clear that this is not possible.

Ning Caichen's family was wealthy when he was a child, he devoted himself to studying, and he also specialized in reading idle books, it was enough to entertain himself, and he had never touched his livelihood or anything.

He had a big hand, so it was natural that after Ning Feng's grandparents passed away, the family business failed extremely quickly.

Well, Ning Feng admits that there is also something to do with his bent desire for immortals, his father should connive, and the money like mountains and seas is all cheaper than the liar.

Later, if it weren't for a liar's uneasy conscience and kindly pointed out a clear way, the father and son moved to this Chaoyang Town with a small amount of property, and they were lucky enough to enter the outer gate of the Sun God Palace, Ning Feng's dream of cultivating immortals would have been in vain.

"Father, I'm back. ”

Ning Feng bowed, then stretched out his hand and pointed at the hem of Ning Caichen's clothes, and asked, "That...... Doesn't it hurt you?"

Ning Caichen looked down, his knees down, and the dust was stained, the same as the marks on the ground.

"It hurts~"

Ning Caichen couldn't hide it, his eyebrows were twisted into a twisted shape, his hands were rubbing his knees, his teeth were bared and he was grinning and crying out in pain, and the strict father on his face just now suddenly couldn't pretend to be able to do it.

"Hey~"

Ning Feng sighed, stepped forward to support Ning Caichen, and sat down at a stone table in the ruined courtyard.

Glancing at the things on the stone table, Ning Feng understood.

There was a pot of wine on it, a plate of beans, a bowl of half-cooked, half-cooked rice, and messy bowls and chopsticks.

There is no doubt that the sound just heard was that Ning Caichen stood up in a panic and wanted to go out to greet him, but he fell directly on his stomach, and quickly got up to make a strict father.

This is Ning Feng's father, Ning Caichen.

"My son, have you entered the Sun God Palace?"

Ning Caichen was full of energy, and even the bruises on his head looked cute, but his wrinkled face was smiling brightly in middle age.

"Father, you know?"

Ning Feng poured wine for his father and asked with a smile.

"I knew it, I knew it. Ning Caichen's eyebrows fluttered, looking at the excited look, he might jump up at any time, well, and fall again.

Ning Feng hurriedly held on, for fear that there would be any more accidents.

"Lin Hu in the town came back three days ago, and the family's face stinks as if everyone owes them money, Xiaofeng, you didn't come back, can't you guess it for your father?"

Ning Caichen was so proud that he almost wrote "Come and praise me" on his face.

As he spoke, he looked at the sun towel tied on Ning Feng's forehead, and sighed in admiration: "It's worthy of me, it looks like a defeated rooster than Lin Hu." ”

The Lin Hu in Ning Caichen's mouth has been staying at the outer gate of the Sun God Palace for three years, and the sun towel at the outer gate is also there, the same thing, what is not angry?

Ning Feng would not spoil his father's interest at this time, and listened with a smile.

"Gollum~Gollum~"

Ning Caichen was about to say more, but his stomach gurgled.

Suddenly, the eyes of the father and son focused on his old man's five internal organs temple.

Ning Caichen's old face turned red, and he said sneeringly: "That...... The rice is either undercooked or burnt and cannot be swallowed. ”

At this time, there is still a dancing eyebrow, a middle-aged man, with a pitiful expression.

Ning Feng sighed, he didn't have a headache, he was used to it.

Since the failure of the family business, these three meals should be trivial, including sweeping, and it has always been Ning Feng, who is a son, who is taking care of his father. It's not that Ning Caichen didn't want to help, but he was resolutely rejected by Ning Feng after helping a few times.

"The father waits, and the son goes and returns. ”

Ning Feng stood up, and after speaking, he took the money and went out.

Ning Caichen was accustomed to nature, and shouted at Ning Feng's back: "Today is a good day, cut the fish head, yes, make an old hen stewed soup, for my father's mouth these days, my mouth is light......

Half an hour later, the setting sun shone obliquely in the dilapidated courtyard, and the afterglow flowed like water through the two dilapidated old houses in the courtyard, and then climbed over the large water tank outside the main house, and finally landed on the stone table in the courtyard.

The small stone table is full, fish head tofu soup, all kinds of vegetables and meat, and there is a stove next to it squatting chicken soup, and the aroma is rolling out.

Ning Caichen is so proud of his son's craftsmanship that he boasts that he is a master of cooking when he meets people, and he has no teacher, and it is difficult for others to refute when they are bored. Who can cook a table of dishes that are not inferior to the skills of a chef at the age of less than ten years old, and take good care of his father?

No matter how much he brags, others can only listen.

Ning Caichen was full of praise, his hand movements were not delayed, his mouth swallowed very neatly, and in the blink of an eye, the cups and plates were messy, God knows how he swallowed half-cooked rice with beans in the past few days.

"Father, in four days, my son will be an official disciple of the Sun God Palace, so you don't have to be so economical. ”

"If the son is not there, the father can find something delicious to buy, and money will not be a problem. ”

Ning Feng patiently waited for his father to finish eating, looked at his eyes and said seriously.

Ning Caichen is a young man with fine clothes and jade food, and he has developed an incomparably bad habit, even if he is not diligent and can't even cook well, he is really a person who has never suffered much.

For the sake of his son's dream, Ning Caichen scattered all his family wealth, but it was not enough, and it was a luxury to have some brine beans and some wine and rice.

It's hard for him not to think it's bitter, he always giggles and laughs, but he can't pretend to be a strict father.

"Good, good. ”

Ning Caichen responded to his son's words, stretched his neck, swallowed saliva and asked, "Is the chicken soup ready?"

“......”

Ning Feng shook his head, got up, and walked towards his room.

"Wait a little longer, and the son will change his clothes, and the heat will be just right. ”

Entering the room, Ning Feng swept over at a glance, and saw that the quilt was messy, as if someone was rolling on it, frowned slightly, and then opened the suitcase and took out a set of scholar clothes.

Their father and son were originally scholars, and they always had such clothes at home.

Dressed as a scholar, Ning Feng felt it and couldn't help but smile: "It comes from a small habit, and it is just ordinary clothes, how can I walk in the soul realm, and I feel different when I wear it." ”

He shook his head and walked out of the door, waiting outside Ning Caichen was so sick that his neck was sore.

The chicken soup is boiling and fragrant, and it is indeed tempting.

Ning Feng Shi Ran stepped forward, filled a bowl, blew it slightly, and handed it to Ning Caichen.

After he finished eating, patting his stomach and shouting full, Ning Feng smiled slightly, looked at Ning Caichen's eyes, and said:

"I've eaten my meal, father, now you can talk about it, right?"

"What do you say?" Ning Caichen looked dazed.

"Who did it?"

Ning Feng's expression was stern, and he stretched out his hand and pointed at Ning Caichen's bruise.