Chapter 6 Tang Hao
"Wow, you're a great cook..."
Ling Mo was busy and finally finished his mushroom stewed meat porridge. The aroma was so fragrant that even the drunkard sleeping inside could smell it.
Tang San was stunned. He didn't expect that a simple porridge could be made so complicated! It turns out that there are so many details in cooking.
"This is nothing... It's mainly because of the lack of ingredients. Otherwise, I'll show you what a top chef is today..."
When it comes to cooking, Ling Mo is definitely a master in this area. In his previous life, he was proficient in eating, drinking and having fun, and he studied eating in depth.
"A big pot full! Okay, let's eat..."
The pot was taken out of the pot, and the aroma instantly came to the nose. The fresh pork porridge was ready. Even Tang Hao was attracted by the inexplicable aroma and fluttered out of it.
"Dad..."
Oh, dad? What a humble name, so... Dad, come and have some porridge!
Noticing the movement behind him, Tang San turned around and found that Tang Hao had been sitting at the table without knowing when.
It seemed that he was waiting for food! It's no wonder. Tang San has been serving him at home for so many years. He has long been accustomed to having food and clothes provided for him. He is too lazy to move.
"What a lazy guy!"
Ling Mo couldn't help rolling his eyes, but what made him curious was that Tang Hao didn't seem to have any reaction to his arrival.
His identity was already sensitive. Shouldn't he be alert when a stranger suddenly broke into his home?
"Okay! Take this bowl to your father. This bowl is yours. This pot is mine. Haha..."
Ling Mo picked up two bowls of porridge and handed them to Tang San. Seeing that there was still a full pot in the pot, he immediately showed an evil smile.
"Good guy! I'm going to destroy you today..."
Ling Mo hasn't tasted this kind of delicacy for a long time. He is also a representative of laziness!
Generally, in the village, if he can get free food, he will never cook for himself. He has a meal every day and lives a pretty cool life. So he hasn't eaten this kind of delicacy for a long time. He is so greedy. Anyway, he is alone, so he is more casual about eating and drinking, unlike Tang San, who has to take care of his father.
Lingmo was so excited that he was about to jump into the pot to finish the remaining porridge, but he didn't expect Tang Hao to suddenly appear beside him and pull him back.
"What are you doing? That's mine..."
Damn, Lingmo doesn't care who you are when it comes to food, even if the person in front of him is the notorious Haotian Douluo.
Tang Hao ignored Lingmo's struggle, lifted him up with one hand, and then drank the porridge in the pot mouthful by mouthful, which made Lingmo very greedy.
How long has this guy not eaten meat? No wonder, the money he earned from forging iron was all spent on buying wine, so how could he have spare money to buy meat.
The main thing is that Lingmo's porridge is so delicious that even Tang San can't stop praising it.
The porridge in the pot slowly ran out, and Tang Hao was satisfied when there was only a little left.
"Damn, my porridge..."
Lingmo knew what robbery was. The porridge in the pot was almost gone, and he scooped it hard, but there was only one bowl left.
Lingmo could have accepted this amount before, but after his martial spirit awakened, his appetite grew. How could this amount satisfy him?
"Boy! You're pretty good, the porridge tastes good..."
Tang Hao replied calmly, letting Lingmo go, and went back to his room. When he left, he gave Lingmo a meaningful smile.
"Huh? What a weird smile, did this old drunkard see anything?"
Lingmo calmed down immediately, looked at him meaningfully, and then walked aside with the last bowl of porridge in a resentful manner.
Lingmo, who was famous for cheating and robbing in Daoxiang Village, finally fell in Shenghun Village.
This made him very unconvinced. He had always cheated others, when would it be someone else's turn to cheat him? He
walked to the table with the porridge helplessly. He saw that there was still a large bowl in Tang San's bowl, and then looked at the little in his own bowl, and Lingmo was immediately furious.
"Okay! These two old guys teamed up to bully me, I can't stand it..."
Thinking about it, Lingmo felt more and more aggrieved. He didn't dare to provoke Tang Hao, so he could only find his son to settle the score.
Ready to go, without making a sound, Lingmo made a move as soon as he reached the table, "Give it to me..."
Little did he know that as soon as he made a move, Tang San reacted, and before his hand touched the bowl, it was snatched away by Tang San.
"Hehe, what are you thinking? This is what you gave me, and now you want it back? Impossible..."
Tang San looked at Lingmo with a look as if he had seen through your tricks a long time ago, and he was amused and angry.
What an interesting and wonderful person, he obviously showed himself to be mature and steady, but he always did such childish tricks.
Tang San admired Lingmo's free and easy, carefree, no worries, he would eat well and the whole family would not be hungry! He did whatever he wanted without considering the consequences.
"Tsk, I, Lingmo, have been in Daoxiang Village for many years, but I didn't expect to fail in this small Shenghun Village today! How sad, how lamentable..."
Hearing Lingmo's sad words, Tang San thought he was really angry. He shouldn't be such a stingy person.
"How about! This bowl is for you..."
Tang San said tentatively, but he didn't know that Lingmo had already made a move just as he finished speaking.
"Take it back! Haha, you've been tricked..."
In Tang San's stunned expression, the bowl in his hand had already been in Lingmo's hands, leaving him alone in the wind.
"Damn, you tricked me!"
"Hey, today I'll teach you a lesson, let you know what it means to be evil..."
Finally got it, Lingmo ate and drank it all in an instant, even if Tang San wanted to take it back, it was impossible, everything happened too fast.
After a simple play, Lingmo finally established a good friendship with Tang San, which was the first step in the battle for hegemony.
Why didn't Lingmo just get on the pirate ship of the Spirit Hall? What are you thinking, do you think you can enter the Spirit Hall just by wanting to?
Even if you get in, how can you make a name for yourself in it? Because you are handsome?
If things were really that easy in the world, there wouldn't be so many poor people...
After staying at Tang San's house for a day, watching them forging iron in the afternoon, Lingmo suddenly had an idea.
"The five-colored divine light can steal martial souls, but I don't know the limit. If I steal the martial soul and soul skills of a Title Douluo, can I use it?"
This is a very important question. Lingmo has been making a guess. Because there is no professional guidance, he has only a vague understanding of the knowledge of martial souls.
He did it right away. Lingmo directly opened his martial soul and used it secretly behind his two fathers. The moment his double pupils opened, he aimed at Tang Hao. Unexpectedly, a cold light hit him instantly.
Instantly, he was blasted away. Tang San looked over in surprise, very puzzled by Lingmo's behavior, even Tang Hao was confused.
"Did this kid take the wrong medicine? He fell on himself? Is he angry because of the pot of porridge in the morning?"
Tang Hao said in a low voice. He didn't know that Lingmo had used the five-colored divine light on him just now.
In the huge impact, Lingmo was rushed out of the house and stood up from the ground with difficulty. His face was very pale.
"Damn, the power of the Titled Douluo is so strong that I almost lost myself in the moment of contact..."
It is true that the Five-Colored Divine Light can steal martial souls, but if the level difference with the opponent is too great, Lingmo's body can't withstand the impact of that power. However, he can be sure of one thing, even if it is a Titled Douluo, he can't find that he has stolen the martial soul, but Lingmo can't withstand the impact, so this stealing is considered a failure.
"Xiaomo, what's wrong with you?"
Tang San ran out anxiously, perhaps he has already acknowledged Lingmo as a friend in his heart, so he is very concerned.
"I'm fine! I drank too much fake wine, and my head is a little dizzy..."
Lingmo waved his hand nonchalantly, indicating that Tang San didn't need to worry.
Tang Hao was stunned for a moment, "Will this kind of mental short circuit occur if you drink too much fake wine?"
"..."
Lingmo was speechless. He originally wanted to steal Tang Hao's martial soul to play around and test his guess, but he didn't expect that he couldn't withstand that power at all.
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