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You can search for the "Fiction Search System (www.soxs.cc)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!Notting City, the city gate.

Along the main road paved with bluestone floors, pedestrians are bustling with pedestrians. Business travelers from all over the world gather in this small border town. The materials of the two empires are gathered and distributed here, forming a deformed business prosperous 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 practice his soul power, Yang Ming's complexion was much paler than before, with white face and red lips, short eyebrows and starry eyes, and a white coat. Although he was not handsome in appearance like a monster, he was also sharp and straight. .

In addition, Yang Ming looks quite precocious. The seven-year-old child looks fourteen years old and is about 1.3 meters tall. If he has a folding fan in his hand, he really deserves the sentence "The stranger is like jade, the son Wushuang".

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

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

Looking at Yang Ming's dress, Tang San couldn't help laughing, and said:

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

Yang Ming rolled his eyes and said in a bad mood:

"You are really slow to come, I'm here waiting for you for an hour."

Xiao Wu raised her hand and motioned to put on the big and small things.

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

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

Yang Ming smiled without arguing.

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

When Yang Ming told Xiao Wu the second half of The Dream of Red Mansions, when he heard Lin Daiyu died alone, Xiao Wu cried in a mess and threatened to send Yang Ming the blade, even if the plot did not change. Ignore Yang Ming from now on.

Of course, this is just a joke.

Yang Ming is not Cao Xueqin, the author of A Dream of Red Mansions, so she knows how to change the plot.

In desperation, Yang Ming had no choice but to pull out the overbearing president Mary Suwen who fell in love with me, and finally made Xiao Wu smile.

From Notting City to Holy Soul Village, the distance is not too far, you can walk in most of a day.

The three of them took a rest halfway, and finally saw the outline of Holy Soul Village near the evening.

The land is flat, and the houses are just like the genus of mulberry and bamboo.

The traffic on the rice paddies, the chicken and the dog 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 the 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 come home, beckoning to Yang Ming.

"Yang Ming, are you back?"

"How did you do in school?"

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

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

Seeing Yang Ming being dragged away by the villagers on the side and asking about school in detail, Xiao Wu had a trace of envy and a trace of loneliness in her eyes.Beautiful Book Bar www.mailishuo.com

What I envy is that Yang Ming's innate affinity seems to be his friend as long as he stays with him.

Lonely, Xiao Wu has been alone since her mother's death, and she has never felt such an atmosphere.

"Unexpectedly, Yang Ming is 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, his popularity in the village was not very good, so he was unlucky, not so in the village. Popular, quite emotional: "Yang Ming is really a very special person."

Yang Ming finally escaped from the aunt's encirclement, and quickly pulled Tang San and Xiao Wu and ran home.

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

Pushing open the wooden door, a scent of food came out.

Looking over, Grandpa Jack was wearing an apron around his waist, holding a spatula in one hand, and the dishes just served from the kitchen in the other.

Braised tofu, steamed hairy crabs, 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 the muddy eyes, and then he was well covered by him, with a smile from the heart on his vicissitudes of life.

"You skin monkey, you are back."

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

Old Jack put down the spatula and the dishes, rubbed his hands against the apron, rubbing the oil off his hands.

Old Jack came forward, greeted the three of them, and motioned Tang San and Xiao Wu to sit down.

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

Tang San hesitated a little, saying:

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

"Huh?" Old Jack was a little puzzled. "Your father has already left a few days ago, don't you know? He still 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 whole school year, even if my dad doesn't come to visit the college, he will leave without saying goodbye this time?

Yang Ming had read the original work, and naturally knew what Tang Hao was going to do. Seeing Tang San unhappy, he exhorted:

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

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

"Hey, let's not talk about that much, come and taste my secret fried chicken drumsticks. I promise you will remember this taste forever after eating it once!

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

I lowered my head and took a bite of the fried chicken leg. The surface of the chicken leg was wrapped in a batter made of protein mixed starch. The outer skin became very crisp after being fully fried. A light bite from the teeth made a crisp sound like It was the oily gravy gurgling down the bite, and the meat inside was fragrant in an instant.

It smells so good!

The chicken thighs that have been marinated with various spices are extremely tender, with just the right saltiness, one point is too much, one point is too little, plus old Jack’s carefully ground tomato sauce, it is a perfect match. Oneness is like dancing on the tip of the tongue, which makes people want to stop!

Watching Tang San and Xiao Wu swept through the fried chicken legs, Yang Ming snickered.

This is what he taught old Jack how to cook before!

(Three shifts)

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