Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

After a while, Lao Lin also bought a lot of grain and vegetables. Of course, he had not left yet, waiting for Gong Cheng to bring him in to meet the two people.

Today, Lao Lin was not the only one who came to Gong Cheng to inquire about those two people, there were several others.

However, Gong Chengdu said, "He's not back yet, but he should be back soon," and sent the people away. Who knows if any of these people came here specifically to inquire about the news?

After everyone left, Gong Cheng let Lao Lin in.

"What's wrong with your face? Were you beaten?" he asked Lao Lin on the way to his second brother's camp.

"you do not say."

Old Lin raised his hand and touched the bruise on his face with his fingers. It really hurt.

After being kicked out last night, he was afraid that the assassin would kill him again, so he wanted to quickly call in the people outside. When he stood up, he was too hasty and knocked his head on the corner of the table.

I didn't feel anything at the time, just some pain.

But when I woke up this morning, I saw that half of my face was blue, so ugly.

If it weren't for the fact that he had to come to Zhan Yun Camp today, he would have felt too embarrassed to go out. He was still muttering along the way, would it be possible that the two people didn't recognize him when they saw him?

"Last night, we were busy for half the night, and we met an assassin again." He said quietly.

"What?"

Gong Cheng was shocked by his words.

Wouldn't those people be happy if they didn't kill a few people? Just after a failure, another assassination attempt could be successful. This is because the most powerful defenders of Hua Yan are regarded as fools. Are they the only ones who are smart?

"You are so unlucky."

He patted Lao Lin on the shoulder sympathetically.

"I wouldn't say it's unlucky. I think it's not bad."

Lao Lin shrugged, not feeling that he was unlucky. At least at this moment, it was the best opportunity for him to show his loyalty to his little ancestor.

This kind of situation where he desperately protects his little ancestor is rare, so he must not catch it.

If he returns to another dimension in the future, at least he will still have a thigh to hug, and he won't have to look at people's faces every day. He really thinks this is good.

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In the camp, the little baby Qian Yinuo was pestering his father for advice. While asking questions, he picked up the salt shaker and added a large spoonful of salt to the rice he was frying.

That's it, he tasted the salty fried rice himself and decided to add less salt, otherwise, he could add the whole can.

"Dad, you said I fried rice this way, why..."

"Didn't you kill someone?"

The father took what he said, but he really didn't see that his son regarded the condiments as the main ingredients and put in the ingredients with all his strength.

"Son, who would dare to eat the rice you add so much salt to?"

"Isn't this enough? I've added a lot less!" Little Milkman muttered. He had added several times the amount before. He thought the amount now was enough.

"It should be fine. I didn't add too much. Dad, why don't you try it and see if it's okay."

Qian Jiyun: "..."

Sure enough, he is his biological son, but he just wants to trick his father!

"Try it yourself. Your father can't enjoy your blessing." He shook his head and refused the filial piety from his own son.

Next to her, An Jiuyue couldn't help laughing as she listened to the conversation between father and son.

"Mom, don't laugh, Nuonuo is studying seriously!" Hearing her mother's laughter, the little baby pouted, indicating that he was angry.

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