After adopting an abusive hero [Transmigration Book]

Chapter 9 Babies and Snacks

"There is no glutinous rice cake today."

When Tang Zi said these words, he clearly saw Wang Xiaopang's expression change from joyful to lonely, which can be called a textbook face change.

"But there are seaweed almond cookies, do you want to eat them?"

"Eat, eat, eat!"

Wang Xiaopang's face changed in a second, his eyes curled into slits with a smile.

Tang Zi was also laughed.

The seaweed biscuits were baked early in the morning. They were crispy and delicious. They were specially made into small pieces for easy eating. They were neatly placed in the box and still warm.

The loss of a deciduous tooth allowed Tang Zi to escape the sugar cake hell by a blessing in disguise, but the precedent for bringing snacks has already been set. Du Anxiao didn't want to change his mind midway, and he was also willing to let Tang Zi bring something to share with his classmates, so he decided to Mr. Chef and Mr. studied this seaweed biscuit all night.

The original biscuits didn't have almonds, but Du Anxiao felt sorry for the kid who couldn't eat sweet ones, so he specially added almonds. He insisted that the almonds themselves were a little sweet, so it was a consolation.

This level of "sweetness" is completely acceptable to Tang Zi. He ate several pieces before lunch time, and even felt a little bit reluctant to give points to his classmates during the lunch break.

Ever since he entered Du's house, Tang Zi had never asked the chef at home to cook for him.

The first is that he does not have a heavy appetite, and he is not interested in the snacks that children like. The second is that he knows his identity. There is no qualification to make a request.

The strange thing is that, obviously he didn't ask for anything, but gradually got everything.

If Tang Zi asked for some requests on the spot, he might not be able to think of what he wants, because Du Anxiao has taken into account almost every aspect of his study and life, and even knows what he needs better than himself. To use an inappropriate metaphor—— Like his own mother.

He didn't want to use his own father as a comparison, because his own father was not a good person no matter from which point of view, his own mother... at least he couldn't get in touch with him now, and he could have some expectations in his fantasy.

It's just that he disappeared as soon as the woman was born, and even forgot the responsibility of being a mother, how many expectations could he have?

Besides, he had met his biological mother in his previous life, she was a nice woman, but unfortunately not a good mother.

It was hard for Tang Zi not to think about why Du Anxiao was so kind to him, even if he couldn't think of the reason no matter how much he thought about it.

In the previous life, Du Anxiao only fell in love with him because his eyes were very special, but in this life, although Du Anxiao also praised his beautiful eyes to his face, that was what he said while tying his tie. To prove that the gray tie he picked suits him better.

At least Tang Zi didn't hear the slightest bit of charm from it, but simply felt the pride of being a parent.

Obviously the source of his body has nothing to do with Du Anxiao.

After distributing a box of seaweed almond biscuits, there is still a long time before school ends.

Tang Zi was bored listening to the teacher explaining his fluent knowledge, and he didn't know if it was because of boredom that he suddenly wanted to see Du Anxiao.

The moment this thought came to him, he was startled.

How could he want to see that scumbag... Just stay away.

He clearly knew that the reason why he could get three normal meals a day and go to school decently was because of Du Anxiao's whim and because this scumbag hadn't taken off his mask of being a good person.

He knew it clearly, but he fell step by step.

Even if it's just a whim, I hope it can last for a while, even if it's just an illusory dream, I hope it won't be shattered in the next second.

The reason is crumbling, and this dream seems to last until the abyss of eternal doom.

But it doesn't matter, before that, he will rein in the precipice, he will.

……

When I got home, I didn't see Du Anxiao.

The housekeeper who came to greet Tang Zi took Tang Zi’s schoolbag. Tang Zi was a little strange. Usually, Du Anxiao did this. He would wait for him at the door, take the schoolbag from his hand and stuff it back for him. A little snack before meals.

"Uncle housekeeper, where's your brother?"

"Sir is in the kitchen."

kitchen?

Tang Zi hurried to the glass door of the kitchen and knocked on the door twice: "Brother, are you there?"

"Little Zircon is back."

The frosted glass sliding door was opened from the inside, and the miserable situation of the kitchen was completely exposed to Tang Zircon's eyes.

Flour and wheat flour are everywhere, scattered molds lie alone on the ground, and several plates of black carbon are piled up together, all of which are failures.

Du Anxiao was wearing an apron, holding a ball of dough in his hand. His whole body looked like he had been fished out of a flour sack, and even the tip of his nose had a conspicuous touch of white.

"...?"

Tang Ziyong looked at Du Anxiao in shock.

Du Anxiao said awkwardly: "I want to make some biscuits, but I don't know why I keep failing."

Tang Zi asked as calmly as possible: "Where's Uncle Chef?"

"Uncle is here..." The chef uncle poked his head in from the glass window, his face full of tears, "Young Master won't let me into the kitchen, woo woo woo."

Tang Zi: "..."

Du Anxiao's eyes dodged: "I can do it myself."

Tang Zi had an intuition that this matter was not that simple, so he quickly put on a smiling face, and said in a child's tone: "Brother, we can't let Uncle Chef lose his job."

Uncle Chef nodded frantically. He had been on tenterhooks for two hours, worrying almost every second that the kitchen was about to explode.

The owner of someone else's house cooks himself, that's called Yaxing, this Du Shao, is simply terrible!

Seeing a shaken look on Du Anxiao's face, Tang Zi hurriedly took advantage of the heat and said, "Brother, let Uncle Chef help you. You work so hard, we don't want you to be tired."

The concern in the cub's eyes was obvious, Du Anxiao was moved and at the same time he spurned himself severely.

To let such a young child worry about him, he really went back to life more and more.

... It's all because he wants to be trusted by the cub too much, obviously he knows better than anyone how sensitive and insecure his cub is.

"Well, I was wrong today, and I won't do this kind of thing again in the future."

Du Anxiao squatted down, wanting to rub the cub's head as usual, but stretched out his hand only to find that it was full of flour, so he had to put it back in embarrassment.

Unexpectedly, Tang Zi suddenly took a step forward, bumped into Du Anxiao's arms, and was instantly dyed into a little snowman by flour.

The big snowman and the little snowman looked at each other.

"Little Zircon?"

Du Anxiao's hand finally fell on Tang Zircon's head, dyeing the only surviving hair.

Tang Zircon's mind was blank at the moment, whiter than the flour rubbed on his face.

He didn't know why he took this step at all. He just watched Du Anxiao withdraw his hand, and his body automatically reacted.

It's just that for a moment, he seemed to feel sad from the big snowman in front of him, maybe this was the reason why he couldn't control himself and acted in this strange way.

Du Anxiao dug Tang Zi out of his arms, then faced the mottled little face, couldn't hold back his laughter: "Xiao Zi is like a little cat."

Tang Zi turned his head away without saying a word, but those reddish cheeks betrayed him.

Du Anxiao continued to tease: "Little cat has to take a bath before it can eat, and if it is not cleaned well, it will have nothing to eat."

Tang Zi endured and endured, couldn't help it, and said angrily: "Aren't you the same, big tabby cat!"

Du Anxiao smiled, and the smile flowed in his eyes, as warm as a spring breeze.

He squatted down, put his hands through Tang Zi's armpits, and lifted him up.

"!"

Tang Zi was forced to turn around in the air, was carried on his shoulders dizzily, and hugged Du Anxiao's neck in a panic to ensure his balance.

Du Anxiao waited for him to sit still, and then walked towards the bathroom: "The big cat is going to take the little cat to take a bath together."

Stupid...

Tang Zi scolded Du Anxiao countless times in his heart, but his body was honestly hugging his neck tightly, not wanting to let go at all.

……

"That can't be eaten."

Tang Zi slapped Wang Xiaopang's hand away, and put away the last few biscuits in the box.

"Ah, why?" Wang Xiaopang continued to say, "But I don't think I'm full yet."

Tang Zi: "Haven't you been full after eating so much?"

Wang Xiaopang smiled: "Your biscuits are better than those bought from outside. I specially saved the snacks. I will exchange them with you. Here."

"I don't want it, you can keep it for yourself." Tang Zi rejected his offer, closed the lid of the box, and stuffed the box into the belly of the table: "These few pieces are really not worth it. I...dad practiced it. Not very tasty."

Wang Xiaopang didn't doubt it, but said regretfully, "That's it, that's fine."

Tang Zi breathed a sigh of relief. Although he did not lie, the remaining biscuits were indeed made by Du Anxiao, and the taste was indeed not as good as those made by the chef at home, but it was not because he did not want to give the biscuits to Wang Xiaopang. reason.

The real reason...he didn't want to admit it.

Tang Zi picked up a biscuit and looked at it over and over for a long time. Finally, he sighed, put the biscuit back into the box, and stuffed it into the innermost part of the table.

Out of sight out of mind.

In the physical education class in the afternoon, Tang Zi was absent-minded for some reason.

In the past, he didn't like physical education classes. Malnutrition and random beatings caused his physical development to be far behind that of his peers, and he even felt weak. But in this life, under Du Anxiao's careful feeding, he is worse than ever It's not a star and a half to be strong, and gradually I have started to practice some sports that boys love.

The relationship between classmates is also different from his previous life. Tang Zi gradually got used to taking physical education class and playing football with his friends. Compared with the daily life of hiding in the shade of a tree and reading, now he finds everything very novel.

After living two lifetimes, he seemed to be truly integrated into campus life for the first time.

"Tang Zi, why don't you catch the ball!"

Wang Xiaopang ran towards him panting, his chubby face wrinkled into a ball.

Tang Zi came back to his senses and wiped off his sweat: "I won't play anymore."

"What's the matter?" Wang Xiaopang saw Tang Zi walking back, and followed him two steps.

"It's nothing, I'm a little tired, you continue to play, I'll go to the side to rest."

"Okay, remember to stay away from the equipment room, it's under renovation, and the teacher said it's not safe."

"Ah."

Tang Zi watched the other party run back to the playground, but instead of going to the side to rest, he went straight back to the classroom.

It's really restless, so I'd better go back and sit down and feel at ease.

The external environment does affect the inner state of mind. During this period of time, Tang Zi felt that he was in a good state, eating and sleeping soundly, and he didn't think as much as he did at the beginning.

But today, for some reason, he has been feeling a little uneasy, as if he has returned to the uneasy time in his previous life, and he is always worried that something bad will happen.

Walking around the corner, the first classroom is the third class where Tang Zi belongs.

Suddenly, Tang Zi smelled a strange smell. This pungent smell was a bit familiar, probably like... paint?

This is really strange. Recently, only the equipment room is being renovated and painted in the school. The playground is so far away from the teaching building. Could it be that the smell of paint can still spread to the third floor?

A very strong sense of foreboding came into his mind, Tang Zi quickened his pace, almost trotting towards the classroom.

The picture that came into view made his eyelids twitch.

Books, papers, and workbooks were scattered on the ground, all the way to the back door of the classroom. The test papers were crumpled up, the books were opened, and they were thrown on the ground like garbage, with several dirty footprints on them.

At the same time, Tang Zi finally knew the source of the paint smell——

The scarlet liquid fell dottedly on the paper, like plum blossoms blooming on the snow.

The paint spread all the way to the desk, and on the desk that Tang Zi used every day, two extremely insulting words were written.

Tang Zi actually didn't care about this term. He was called by this code name countless times since he was a child. Even Tang Jianlin would call him a little bastard when he was drunk. For a long time, he himself was used to using this code name. Words claim to be seen again after a lifetime, but it feels natural.

Children's methods are nothing more than this.

As for the others, he doesn't care much more. They are just books, exercise books, and test papers with full marks. He is neither inferior nor sad. sorrow.

It should be like this, but——

The man dug out everything in his schoolbag, including the snack box containing the biscuits.

The biscuit that he had been struggling with for a whole day and was not willing to eat it was shattered on the ground, submerged in paint, and smashed to pieces.

Tang Zi stood motionless, only feeling that the dazzling red would swallow up his sanity.

I don't know how long it took, the students came back one after another, the bustling voices brought back Tang Zi's thoughts, his eyes rolled mechanically, allowing the surrounding scenes to flow in.

He saw the students who were at a loss, and also the students who pretended not to notice and sat back to their seats quickly. He saw Tang Hu who was gloating, and he saw him grinning happily.

The boy standing next to Tang Hu danced and asked for credit, with unwashed paint on his hand.

Tang Zi stepped on his book and walked over without looking sideways, and stood in front of the boy.

The boy was not afraid at all, and raised his middle finger at Tang Zi: "Look at me, grandpa didn't scare you too much, you little bastard."

Tang Zi sneered, and took half a step back, under the complacent eyes of Tang Hu and the boy——

Pick up the table.

boom--

"Ahhhh—killing——"

The author has something to say: Today's Diary

Du Anxiao: Start learning baking!

Tang Zircon: CNM.

Chef Xiansen: This is the first time I know that being a chef is a high-risk occupation.

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