Tomb Raider: The Adventures of a Dumb Man

Chapter 1152 Zhang Ruian 2

He didn't bother with the child, the little thing that walked unsteadily.

Zhang Fulin was able to give birth to such a little thing.

The taciturn person gave birth to a little taciturn person.

Time flies so fast.

Zhang Fulin died so quickly.

Zhang Fulin: . . .

He said he didn't like his people.

This is the consensus of all Zhang family members.

Because they sprinkle salt.

It can also poison.

The kitchen was filled with steam, the fragrance of rice and the tempting aroma of some kind of stewed meat.

Zhang Ruian held the young official in one hand, but his other hand was extremely flexible.

He opened the lid of the casserole, and the rich aroma of braised food instantly exploded, domineeringly filling the entire space.

This is his favorite stewed pig's trotters in casserole, but the casserole is a little big.

The little official's head, which had been quietly lying on his shoulder, was immediately attracted by the aroma. It turned slightly, and its eyes, as clear as glass, stared straight at the bubbling pot.

What a big pot, it can hold a small official.

The other casserole also contains Zhang Ruian’s favorite dish, braised lamb trotters.

The pig's trotter is stewed until the skin is crispy and the meat is tender, the sauce is rich and sticky, and the color is bright red and attractive.

"Tsk, the heat is just right."

Zhang Ruian poked it with chopsticks with satisfaction, easily penetrating the soft and sticky tendon.

He picked up a small piece and blew on it, then tasted the saltiness himself and then naturally passed it to the little official's mouth, "Come on, little official, open your mouth, ah——"

The young official was obviously stunned.

For as long as he could remember, he had been called the Holy Child and had been looked upon with either awe or cold scrutiny. No one had ever fed him so intimately and naturally.

No one would hug him.

His little body was a little stiff, his eyes were filled with confusion and a hint of barely perceptible panic, and his little mouth was tightly pursed.

Like a little fool.

"Tuantuan, look at your brother." Zhang Ruian teased without turning his head. "He's just like you when you were little. Even when you were given something delicious, he stared blankly."

Zhang Fusheng blushed and retorted gruffly, "Who's like him? I was so smart when I was little!"

He was not stupid when he was a child.

But looking at the confused look of the young official, the awkwardness in his heart strangely dissipated a little. Humph, a kid?

As long as you don't compete with him for your uncle's words, he will protect him.

Zhang Ruian: . . .

It seemed like this when Uncle Ruian fed him?

He quickly shook his head to get rid of this terrible thought.

He is not that kind of person.

He was very smart when he was a child.

He will eat it himself.

He is not the holy baby who won’t eat.

Zhang Ruian was not in a hurry either. He patiently held up the trembling piece of tendon meat that exuded a fatal temptation and shook it in front of the official.

"Delicious, right? This is my specialty. Brown sugar adds color, and rice wine removes the fishy smell. It's so fragrant! You can't get something this authentic anywhere else. Try it? It's not hot anymore."

Perhaps it was because the fragrance was too overbearing, or perhaps it was because Zhang Ruian's non-aggressive, lazy and reliable aura made people feel at ease, and Xiaoguan's tense body finally relaxed a little.

It’s better to keep children young, because they will be harder to deceive when they grow up.

The young official opened his mouth tentatively and extremely slowly.

Zhang Ruian was quick and quick, and gently put the small piece of meat into his mouth.

The soft, salty, fresh taste with a hint of sweetness and rich meaty aroma instantly spreads in the small mouth.

The strong taste that he had never tasted before made the official's eyes widen instantly, and his long eyelashes fluttered.

Sweet.

He even forgot to chew and just held it in his mouth, feeling the strange and pleasant impact.

So soft, fragrant and delicious.

"Pfft..." Zhang Fusheng couldn't help but laughed out loud when he saw the cute look on the young official's face as he was struck by the delicious food.

"Uncle Ryan, look at him. Doesn't he look like a silly roe deer that's just had candy for the first time?"

"He's not stupid, don't talk nonsense!" Zhang Ruian scolded with a smile, lowered his head to look at the official, and his voice became softer.

"Chew, chew slowly. It tastes good, doesn't it? The best is yet to come."

With such a small mouth, just eat in small bites.

He patted the young official's back gently and told him to eat with peace of mind.

The young official then clumsily began to rub the piece of meat with his tiny teeth, his cheeks bulging with concentration.

He can bite it.

The initial panic and uneasiness in those clear eyes were now replaced by a pure curiosity and satisfaction about food.

He even unconsciously stretched out his little hand and grabbed the collar of Zhang Ruian's shirt, like a little animal that had found support.

Zhang Ruian felt the force on his chest, looked down at the little hand, then looked at the little head in his arms that was chewing intently, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

He also had a barely perceptible hint of pride.

You see, there is nothing that children don’t like to eat, and adult children love to eat it too.

What Holy Infant or not, we don’t want that kind of pyramid scheme reputation.

He is just a little kid who has never tasted the world.

Eat more and drink more, and life will get better.

Zhang Ruian held the young official in his arms and served rice and ladled soup naturally.

"Tuantuan, don't just stand there, serve some rice! Serve more! Your uncle Rui'an is tired, so I need to eat two more bowls."

Zhang Ruian gave the orders, his tone sounding familiar as a matter of course.

Zhang Fusheng resigned himself to his fate and went to get the bowl, mumbling to himself, "You only know how to order me around. You're so biased. You've forgotten your old love for the new one..."

But his hands were not slow.

My uncle has always been like this.

He caught a glimpse of the official's small hand grasping Zhang Ruian's collar, and the sour feeling in his heart inexplicably faded away.

He remembered that when he was sick as a child, Uncle Rui'an held him in the same way and fed him medicinal porridge mouthful by mouthful. He still remembers the taste of that bowl of porridge.

The meal is served.

Zhang Ruian placed the small official on the chair next to him, which he had specially raised. Many members of the Zhang family had sat on this chair, such as Zhang Fusheng.

At that time, both his parents were gone.

Zhang Ruian picked up a small bowl, carefully removed the meat from the tendon, mashed it into smaller pieces, and mixed it with some soft rice and rich soup.

Serve with cucumber slices.

"Here, sir, this is yours."

He pushed the small bowl in front of the official and placed a small spoon on it.

The official looked at the steaming food in the bowl, then looked at Zhang Ruian, and then looked at Zhang Fusheng who was eating hard beside him.

He did not act immediately, but stretched out his little hand and carefully touched the back of Zhang Ruian's hand.

Zhang Ruian was just about to pick up a large piece of pig's trotter and start chewing it, but he stopped dead in his tracks when the little hand touched him.

He lowered his head and met Xiaoguan's clear and calm eyes. "Kid, what do you want to do? Speak. If you don't speak, he won't know."

The little official opened his mouth.

For me.

Zhang Ruian grinned, revealing his white teeth, and rubbed the back of Xiaoguan's equally soft hand with the back of his clean hand.

"Eat, eat, it's all yours. Only when you're full will you have the strength to grow."

Children should not think too much. It doesn’t matter if they don’t understand. Just listen. When they grow up, they will understand everything. Then they will think that it’s okay not to understand.

The official seemed to understand the ridicule, but also seemed not to understand it.

He just retracted his little hand, picked up the spoon clumsily, and imitated Zhang Fusheng, scooping up a spoonful of rice and trying hard to put it into his mouth.

The little official can eat by himself.

Members of the Zhang family are rarely fed, unless of course you are paralyzed and unable to move.