Compared to Tang San, the son already adopted by his deceased eldest brother, Tang Hao valued the four young Wolf Bandits he fathered with Alang.
When Tang San returned to the blacksmith's shop, Tang Hao was already cooking, though not specifically for Tang San, but for Alang and the young Wolf Bandits.
Thanks to Alang and the young Wolf Bandits, although Tang Hao still drank heavily in this life, he would periodically visit the nearby Soul Beast Forest to capture a Soul Beast and feed it to his wife and children. This was a blessing in disguise for Tang San, who occasionally got a share of the broth.
"I've told you so many times, you can't eat raw meat! You can't eat raw meat! Too much will give you worms."
In the blacksmith's kitchen, Tang Hao was dismembering a century-old soft-bone rabbit. Alang and the young Wolf Bandits stared at the bloody meat, drooling and occasionally trying to reach out for a piece, only to be stopped by Tang Hao each time.
Seeing Tang San return, he said indifferently, "You're back. Sit down and wait a moment. The meal will be ready soon."
"Okay, uncle." Tang San couldn't help swallowing his saliva as he watched the raw meat being cut up by Tang Hao. For some reason, ever since arriving in this world, he had developed a craving for raw meat.
Whenever he smelled blood, he felt an irresistible urge to take a bite and devour it.
He also had a particular fascination with women. Whenever he saw a village woman, his still-undeveloped savage instincts would perk up.
Time slipped by as Tang San, Alang, and the four little wolf thieves gulped.
Soon, the meat was cooked.
But before it could be served, Old Jack's voice echoed from outside, "Tang Hao, Tang Hao!"
But he didn't barge in like in the original novel. Instead, he stayed outside, holding a stick to prove it to Tang San's spirit master.
The reason was simple: Tang Hao's house was simply too intimidating.
Not only did he raise a big bad wolf, but he also had five children. With the exception of his nephew, Tang San, who was relatively normal, each one was more bizarre than the last. Not only did they enjoy stealing, they also frequently peeped in on women bathing.
If it weren't for the terrifying Big Bad Wolf in Tang Hao's household, Old Jack would have driven the family out of the village long ago.
"Who's yelling?" Bringing the broth to the battered table, Tang Hao left the kitchen with a hint of anger, looking at Old Jack outside. "Old Jack, what are you doing?"
As soon as he left, Alang and four other little wolf thieves eagerly scurried over to devour the soft-bone rabbit entrails that Tang Hao had previously tossed on the ground, barely discarding them.
It was clear they were more interested in the bloody entrails than the broth.
Tang San had grown accustomed to this. While he internally resented such behavior, for some reason, the sight of animal organs made his saliva water.
It was as if two little minds were arguing in his mind.
One told him, "Don't eat it. You're a human, not a beast."
Another told him, "Go eat it! It's delicious. I guarantee you'll never forget it."
Amidst these two conflicting thoughts, Tang Hao had already returned from his argument with Old Jack. He chose to ignore Alang and the four little wolf thieves gnawing on the entrails. He glanced indifferently at Tang San and asked, "Xiao San, what Martial Spirit did you awaken?"
Tang San glanced again at the mostly-eaten entrails, suppressed the urge to swallow, and replied, "Uncle, it's the Swift Wind Wolf."
"Swift Wind Wolf?" Tang Hao's heart trembled, as if a memory had struck him. A flash of pain flashed in his eyes. After a moment, he came to his senses and muttered, "It's just a not-so-powerful beast Martial Spirit. Don't become a Spirit Master. Just stay with me in the blacksmith shop and learn how to forge iron."
Thinking of the might of Bibi Dong, Lin Hanye, and Qian Daoliu, the three Peerless Douluo, Tang Hao felt a pang of despair.
"But uncle, I still have another spirit."
But Tang San's next words made Tang Hao's eyes widen.
Tang San had unknowingly raised his left hand, a small black hammer appearing in his palm.
"What is this?" Tang Hao appeared before Tang San in a flash, seemingly teleporting to Tang San. He grabbed his hammer-holding hand and brought it to him.
As Tang Hao grasped Tang San's hand, Tang San felt a warm sense of connection. "Uncle, is something wrong?"
Seeing the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's hand, Tang Hao excitedly opened his arms. "Twin spirits! Twin spirits! My son, my good son!"
He pulled Tang San into a tight embrace, calling him "son."
"Son?" Tang San was stunned. Wasn't he his nephew? Why was his uncle calling him son? But the warm feeling of connection he'd just felt couldn't be faked. Was it just an illusion?
Tang San didn't have time to dwell on it. The next moment, he felt his 'internal energy' being overdrawn, and hurriedly said, "Uncle, I can't hold on any longer." Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝙣𝙚𝙩
"Put it back." Tang Hao released his arms.
"Uncle, why do you call me son? Are you truly mine?" Tang San asked the question that had been puzzling him for a long time.
Why, after rebirth, did everyone else have a father and a mother, but not him?
Why had his uncle been so reluctant to tell him about his parents, only saying he was his eldest brother's son?
Thinking back to his eldest brother, who had been murdered by the Spirit Hall, and glancing at Alang and the little wolf bandit, who had already devoured the Soft Bone Rabbit's entrails on the ground, Tang Hao's eyes flashed with pain.
He didn't answer Tang San's question, but silently returned to the table. The only difference was that he didn't ask for more rice, but served it himself, and for the first time, he gave Tang San a bowl full of meat.
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