Chapter 2

"Dad, mom. I'm back~~~"

Before entering the house, Ye Zhiqiu's familiar loud voice had passed into the ears of the two elders in the house.it is noon, and Ye Zhiqiu came back with a pinch. He must be home on time. if he doesn't arrive, it will be "uncomfortable".

What awaits him is a meal of greasy green vegetables with bamboo shoots, He had the honor to taste it once before, and it was really Delicious.

"Dan'er sit down and eat."

A middle-aged woman in the house was carrying a plate of greasy green vegetables, and when she saw Ye Zhiqiu entering the door, she smiled and greeted. This is Ye Zhiqiu's mother, Liu Qingqing. The name is common, and the people are common. After all, Liu Qingqing worked in the fields for half a year, and under the long-term sun exposure, her beauty was also tanned.

"Mom, can you stop calling me Dan'er... I'm all grown up"

Ye Zhiqiu numbly climbed onto the stool while protesting dissatisfaction. His Childish little face is full of depression. Dan'er is Ye Zhiqiu's nickname, and Ye Zhiqiu has always been very resistant to this name. Liu Qingqing looked evil after putting the dishes on the table. stretched out her hand and rubbed Ye Zhiqiu's head vigorously, leaning to his ear and smiling and teasing, "My~little~ Dan~, 'er~."

Ye Zhiqiu pulled down his face extravagantly and shook his head in dissatisfaction, but his little arm couldn't twist her hand. Seeing that he couldn't escape from the clutches of his mother, Ye Zhiqiu resigned to his fate and took up his chopsticks, fighting with the food on the table with a fierce expression.

Across the table, a man took a sip of the small wine in his glass and watched the scene with a satisfied expression. There is a delicate look between his eyebrows. If his skin was not too dark, he would be a handsome guy. This is Ye Zhiqiu's father, Ye Nan. Ye Nan usually doesn't do things like teasing his son. He likes to watch the mother and son arguing quietly. His father's love is always deeper.

There are two simple home-cooked dishes on the dinner table. There is no meat, but the two side dishes are fried and shiny. The colors are distinct, which makes it look very appetizing. Although Ye's family is not rich, oil can still be afforded. After all, Ye's father and mother are very hardworking.

"Dan, the day after tomorrow is the Sprit awakening day, do you have any ideas?"

After Ye Nan took a bite of the food, he looked at Ye Zhiqiu and asked. Liu Qingqing also stopped the action of picking up vegetables and looked over in silence. Ye Zhiqiu took a sip of rice and replied vaguely: "If I have spirit power, I will be a Spirit Master, if I don't have spirit power, follow you when you farm..."

Ye Zhiqiu said it relaxed and like he didn't care. But how can his longing and worries in his eyes be hidden from the two elders who gave birth to him? Ye Nan and Liu Qingqing looked at each other and fell silent. They know their son's character. Although he is naughty, his mind is far superior to his peers. This has always been their pride. But at the same time, this is what they worry about. Even if other children have no spirit power after the assessment, they may feel sad that day, and probably forgot the next day. But Ye Zhiqiu will definitely remember this for a lifetime. This will be a scar that will never be erased in his heart.

Ye Nan and Liu Qingqing were both afraid that their precious son, when the acquired martial spirit awakening, detected that he has no spirit power, then he will fall into disrepair. "Dan, in fact, it's nothing good to be a spirit master. It's dangerous. If you don't have spirit power, don't care too much about it. It's a blessing to be plain."Liu Qingqing stroked the head of Xia Ye Zhiqiu, softly comforting. Liu Qingqing is still very gentle when he doesn't pick up the bamboo strips."Okay, mom, you and dad don't need to worry about me, if I really don't have spirit power, then I will do business..."　　

After speaking, Ye Zhiqiu pulled the rice into the bowl in a few mouthfuls, and chewed hard. then simled brightly at the two elders, "Mom and Dad, I've finished eating, I'm going to meet Tang san."As soon as the voice fell, Ye Zhiqiu took a steamed bun and ran away with a scream.

Only after some time did Ye Nan and Liu Qingqing looked at each other. What did this kid say just now? Do business without soul power? He is a six-year-old kid, Dan'er wants to learn from others and do business? Does our family have money to lose to you? I think you are itchy...

At this time, Ye Zhiqiu didn't know what his parents thought, so he came to the big broken house next door in a few steps. This is Tang San's home. The house occupies a large area, but there is some air leakage. At this time, the chimney of Tang San's house had just been rising.

Ye Zhiqiu familiarly pushed open the broken wooden door of Tang San's house, and ran to the stove in a few steps, and started to help add firewood. Tang San was not surprised at this, and this was not the first time his little friend helped him cook and add firewood. The two of them worked together, and a pot of gruel was cooked in no time. Tang San opened the lid, and there were only a handful of rice grains in the porridge, mostly light white soup. This was the lunch of Tang San and his father Tang Hao.

Even dinner is like this most of the time. only gruel, no dishes. Ye Zhiqiu knew the plot of Douluo, but he still couldn't accept Tang Hao's approach. You're a title Douluo and you left your son alone? Look at Tang San who couldn't get enough to eat every meal, and was already malnourished at a young age. Is this what a qualified father should do? Ye Zhiqiu was a little bit upset for Tang San, but he knew that this was not something that an outsider should take care of.

"Tang San take this"

Ye Zhiqiu took out the white steamed bun that he had just grabbed at the dinner table from his arms and threw it to Tang San lightly to remind him. Tang San was holding the wooden spoon and taking the porridge into the bowl, but he had no spare hands to pick up the big white steamed bun. However, Tan San was an expert of the Tan Sect, for a reason.his left-hand shake slightly, the wooden bowl in his hand came out, flew upwards more than two meters, and almost hit the roof. The big white steamed bun thrown by Ye Zhiqiu was picked up by Tang San casually, and then he stuffed it into his mouth.

At this time, the strength of the rising wooden bowl has been exhausted, and it is attracted by gravity to fall. Tang San didn't even look at it, stretched out his left hand, palm up. The wooden bowl fell vertically, just in the middle of his palm, without dropping a drop of porridge and soup.

All of this is fluent, Tang San seems to have calculated carefully, but in fact, this is just a piece of cake for him, and he did it casually.

"Thanks..."

Tang San thanked vaguely and rolled his eyes. This guy always uses this little trick to see him embarass himself. Ye Zhiqiu was a little sorry to see this scene. In fact, he was very curious about Tang San's kung fu and yearned for it. Every time you see Tang San's control of his skills, the movements have an artistic sense of beauty. This wasn't Ye Zhiqiu's first time to give Tang San a problem, but he never succeeded.

He can only sigh.

There is too much gap between their skills.