Douluo: I have a fatal mission board

The villagers in Shenghun Village were very enthusiastic. Zhao Fan and Tang San were walking on the field ridge. From time to time, the villagers in the farmlands on both sides would pick some vegetables and stuff them into Tang San's arms.

Tang San didn't refuse, he just bowed to every villager.

Zhao Fan on the side also had his arms full.

A few minutes later, the two arrived at their destination.

Looking at the three adobe houses in front of him that were more "Syrian" than "Syrian", Zhao Fan was stunned.

Is this Tang San's home? Isn’t his family a blacksmith? After all, there are about three hundred households in Holy Soul Village. How can the only blacksmith's house in the village be so shabby?

Tang San led Zhao Fan into the door. Inside, the house was bare; except for some essential daily necessities, there were some special tools for blacksmiths.

"Tang San, are you sure this is your home?"

Hearing the incredulity in Zhao Fan's words, Tang San nodded calmly.

"Well, I live with my dad; although I'm a little poor, I'm very satisfied."

Zhao Fan didn't reply.

He knew that Tang San had always longed for family affection; but he was not particular about living standards.

Zhao Fan looked around and found a small wooden pillar to sit on.

He had to think about what dishes to cook first.

Not only to comfort Tang San, but also for today's lunch.

But looking at the situation at Tang San's house, there are only some vegetables and radishes.

After a while, he stood up suddenly; walked forward quickly and pulled Tang San up.

"Zhao Fan, why are you holding me? I have to go up the mountain to collect firewood. I don't have time to walk around with you."

Zhao Fan ignored him. In terms of strength, he was still superior.

"Oh, it doesn't take long, ten minutes at most. Besides, isn't there your father? He will help you collect firewood."

Tang San opened his mouth, but finally let Zhao Fan hold him.

Forget it, it's still early, only ten minutes.

.........

Half an hour later, on the way back to Tang San's house, Zhao Fan was walking at the front with a hen in his hand.

The chicken is not dead yet, but its destiny has been grasped by its throat, and it cannot escape the end of death.

Behind him, Tang San looked at Zhao Fan in front of him and smiled helplessly.

This chicken belonged to Old Jack, and Zhao Fan bought it for a silver soul coin.

Although Zhao Fan didn't say anything, he knew that he wanted to have a big meal to comfort himself.

It was the same when I was in Tangmen.

In the front, Zhao Fan was simulating the steps of making chicken in his mind.

Since it is a hen, of course it is stewed in chicken soup; drinking chicken soup is a beautiful thing.

Suddenly, Zhao Fan stopped.

In front of him, he seemed to have hit a hard rock, and his head hurt a little.

However, when he raised his head, what he saw was a slovenly, tall and burly middle-aged uncle.

Ragged robes, messy bird's nest hairstyle, sallow face, and beard covering almost his entire face.

There was also the tangy smell of alcohol. Zhao Fan frowned and backed away.

"Dad, why are you out? Are you hungry? Please wait a moment, I will cook right away."

Um? dad?

Zhao Fan turned to look at Tang San, and then at the middle-aged uncle beside him.

He must be fifty years old, right? Is Tang San's father that old?

Tang Hao didn't say anything, just nodded and walked back.

Zhao Fan came to Tang San, leaned close and asked:

"Is this your father? Why do you feel a little decadent?"

"decadent?"

Tang San was stunned for a moment.

"Maybe it's because of my mother. My mother died in childbirth when I was born."

Zhao Fan immediately realized that he had asked the wrong question.

He scratched his cheek awkwardly, trying to explain and comfort him, but he was at a loss for words.

Tang San chuckled and patted his shoulder.

"It's okay, let's go quickly. It's getting late. We have to hurry up and cook."

.........

In the kitchen of Tang San's house, Zhao Fan holds a spoon with his right hand and "supports the wall" with his left hand.

Tang San was in charge of lighting the fire. Thick firewood was put into the fire, and the large iron pot was heated to a high temperature in an instant.

Zhao Fan was not tall enough, so he had a small wooden block under his feet.

In the oil pan, bark, garlic, ginger and star anise have been put into the pan; under the catalysis of hot oil, the aroma is stirred out.

Suddenly, the kitchen was filled with aroma.

Next comes the protagonist.

Zhao Fan placed the plucked hen on the chopping board and closed his eyes.

The next second, the two little hands instantly turned into beautiful jade.

The kitchen knife kept swinging, performing precise processing on the hen.

After more than ten seconds, Zhao Fan put away the knife and exhaled, and everything fell into place.

The hen had dozens of cuts on its body.

Tang San's eyelids jumped as he looked at the scene in front of him.

If the second elder saw Zhao Fan doing this kind of thing with Xuan Yu Hand and Controlling Crane and Capturing Dragon, he might not come directly across the border.

"Tang San, add some firewood, and then we'll simply stew the chicken."

From Tang San's perspective, Zhao Fan took out four bags of beautifully packaged seasonings and added some to each of the large iron pots.

After a while, the big iron pot was covered, and then a few pieces of cloth were used to seal the corners tightly.

Make sure there are no gaps.

Zhao Fan clapped his hands and nodded with satisfaction.

He jumped off the wooden pier, walked to the small table, and drank a glass of cold water.

As expected of me, this chicken cooking skill is really good.

Tang San set up the firewood, stood up, walked to Zhao Fan, and took the cup handed over by Zhao Fan.

There are only two cups at home, one is Tang Hao's and the other is his.

Neither of them dared to touch Tang Hao's cup, so they could only share one.

But they are all men, so I won’t dislike anyone.

"Zhao Fan, are you trying to comfort me by cooking chicken?"

Zhao Fan paused, and then there was a "bang" sound.

Tang San didn't expose him, he opened his hands, and the next moment, the whole kitchen became depressed.

Zhao Fan turned around and looked.

On Tang San's left hand, a faint black light gradually emerged from the palm; the black light gathered together, and a completely black hammer appeared.

The hammer is the same as a smaller version of a forging hammer, but there is a strange light on its surface, and the hammer head is also surrounded by circles of faint patterns.

"Twin martial souls?"

"Twin Martial Souls?!"

The two voices sounded almost simultaneously.

The curtain in the back room was opened, and Tang Hao stared closely at the hammer and Bluesilver Grass in Tang San's hand, with two lines of hot tears streaming down his cheeks.

He quickly stepped forward and hugged Tang San, murmuring to himself.

"Twin martial souls, my son is actually a twin martial soul..."

Zhao Fan was pushed to the side and his mouth curled up, feeling a little unhappy.

Suddenly, his hairs stood up, and a chill hit his nerve endings.

He subconsciously took several steps back. Looking at the tall and burly middle-aged uncle, he actually felt the threat of death.

【Punishment mission! 】

[Someone has murderous intent on you! Although the other person is the biological father of a good gay friend and has given up the idea now, as a man, how could he choose to forgive? ! 】

[The task requirement is to put laxatives in Tang Hao's bowl alone and give him a little punishment. 】

【Notice! Mission props are automatically distributed; after the opponent drinks the chicken soup, please flee immediately; currently against Tang Hao, your survival rate is almost zero. 】

[Mission reward, the perfect first soul ring of Yin Yang Pen! 】