He listened quietly until Mu Nancheng finished singing before reaching out and ruffling the other's dirty hair, saying, "Okay, I know your name is Nancheng. I'll call you Nancheng from now on."
He introduced himself, saying, "My name is Yu Tang. You can call me Yu Tang from now on."
"Yu Tang, Yu Tang..." Having eaten and drunk his fill, Mu Nancheng easily let his guard down. He even really enjoyed Yu Tang patting his head like that.
Looking at the man in front of him with his round eyes, Mu Nancheng grinned and said, "Your name is really nice."
Because this house was so poor and dilapidated that there wasn't even a place to take a bath.
Yu Tang wanted to give Mu Nancheng a bath, so she had to boil water again.
After boiling, pour it out and mix it with the cold water in the water tank, then use a large iron basin to bathe the boy.
At first, Mu Nancheng was afraid of the cold and didn't want to take off his clothes.
Yu Tang said that if he didn't take off his clothes, a ghost would come and grab him.
He quickly took it off.
Then he squatted shakily in the large basin, obediently letting Yu Tang wash his dirty body and tangled hair.
In the dim light, Yu Tang could see the various old and new scars on the boy's body, and his gaze darkened slightly.
Mu Nancheng in this world is the same as Wei Mosheng in the first world and Shen Yu in the second world.
He was also an illegitimate child.
He was framed and fell into a mentally impaired state, forced to wander the streets, all because Mu's elder brother didn't want Mu Nancheng to threaten his position.
This made Yu Tang wonder if it was because Wei Yuan himself had such a background that it was reflected in the small world of the three souls and seven spirits.
If that's the case, then what exactly did Wei Yuan go through in the past that made the villains in each small world suffer so much?
Thinking about it more deeply, I felt a chill run down my spine.
Yu Tang felt a bitter taste in his mouth and stopped speculating.
She picked up a towel soaked in hot water and gently washed Mu Nancheng's body. Then she wrapped him tightly in a large towel blanket, carried him to the bed, dried his hair, and cut off the long, messy parts before finally putting the boy, whose eyelids had already started to droop, to sleep.
Although Mu Nancheng initially appeared to be so afraid of Yu Tang.
But perhaps because he was really traumatized by the fall, he seems to be particularly trusting of others.
She had only spent less than an hour with Yu Tang when she melted into a sweet little darling.
Wearing Yu Tang's clothes, she snuggled into the not-so-warm bed and leaned against Yu Tang, yawning.
Yu Tang felt a pang of sympathy.
Moreover, Mu Nancheng is naturally warm-bodied, and snuggling in his arms instantly raised the temperature of the bed by several degrees.
It becomes warm and comfortable.
"Alright, go to sleep now." Yu Tang gently ruffled the boy's hair and said, "Goodnight, Nancheng."
After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, but suddenly felt the person in his arms move.
Then, a familiar voice seemed to transcend time and space, responding to him tenderly and affectionately.
Goodnight, Tangtang.
Chapter 3
Died for the villain for the eighth time (03)
Yu Tang suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Mu Nancheng in disbelief.
Moonlight streamed into the room, casting a small patch of light.
Yu Tang even slowed her breathing and asked softly, "Are you... Xiaoxiao?"
Looking across all these worlds, the time Yu Tang and Yu Xiao have spent together is actually the longest.
He remembered Yu Xiao's voice and tone. The goodnight he said to her that night after night was imprinted in his mind, making him wonder if Yu Xiao had come to this seventh world with him.
But his answer was...
"call……"
A snoring sound like a pig!
The boy who had uttered those words just a second ago was now snoring with his eyes tightly closed and his mouth open, drooling.
Her face was clean, and although the features were still somewhat immature, she still possessed a beauty that rivaled that of the villains from previous worlds.
If they were dragged out, they would definitely be the type to bring disaster to the country and its people.
But this very boy! He! Actually! Let out a snorting sound like a pig!
The glimmer of hope that had just begun to grow in Yu Tang's heart was instantly shattered by reality.
How could this idiot be Xiaoxiao?
With a sigh, Yu Tang pulled the blanket tighter around herself, not minding Mu Nancheng's snoring, and fell asleep.
The next day, Yu Tang woke up and was startled to find no one in bed.
He put on his clothes and went outside, only to find that Mu Nancheng had not left his house.
Instead, he hunched over, squatted on the threshold, and watched the sun rise in the distance. When he saw the bright red sunrise, he clapped his hands happily and exclaimed, "Beautiful! Beautiful!"
Then, because of clapping, I lost my balance and fell on my bottom, but I didn't feel any pain.
Instead, he patted his bottom and stood up, turned around and saw Yu Tang, then started laughing again: "Tangtang, Tangtang, the sun is up! Time to get up!"
As he said this, he ran to Yu Tang's side and circled around the man like a puppy: "I'm hungry, I'm hungry, steamed buns, I want to eat more steamed buns!"
Yu Tang was completely taken aback by his silliness.
However, he quickly grasped the key point.
He asked Mu Nancheng, "Nancheng, why do you call me Tangtang?"
Yesterday he only told Mu Nancheng that he could call him Yu Tang.
I never told him to call me Tangtang.
So how did Mu Nancheng come up with this name?
"Let's call you Tangtang!" Mu Nancheng seemed to really enjoy the feeling of circling around him, laughing as he said, "Your name will be Tangtang!"
Looking into the other person's pure and innocent eyes, Yu Tang finally gave up on asking a fool a question.
He pressed down on the boy, who was shorter than him: "Okay, stop spinning. If you keep spinning, we'll both get dizzy."
"Didn't you want to eat steamed buns? I'll get them for you right now..." Yu Tang walked into the house, took out the bag of flour, and then stopped abruptly.
He was astonished by how small the noodles were.
I tried to balance it with my hand, and this... isn't even enough for the dough to rise.
Mu Nancheng grabbed the hem of his clothes with both hands, peeked out from behind him, his eyes fixed on the flour sack, and muttered, "Steamed buns, steamed buns, eat steamed buns!"
"We might be out of steamed buns," Yu Tang said. "But I can make you something else delicious."
The extent of this family's poverty exceeded Yu Tang's imagination.
Based on the original owner's memories, Yu Tang understood that this era was roughly equivalent to the late 1980s and early 1990s in modern times.
In this isolated rural area, most farmers still rely on farming for a living, and very few even go out to work.
Television telephones were something that only a few wealthy families could afford.
The original owner was an orphan who grew up relying on the kindness of villagers. He earned a meager living by working for them, and his house was built with the help of the villagers.
This small bag of flour was the payment he received from the village chief for harvesting wheat from five mu of land.
I just steamed a big pot of white flour buns, ate a few, and then that night I was robbed by Mu Nancheng...
"What delicious food is it?"
"Noodle soup..." Yu Tang carefully poured out the remaining small bowl of noodles, scooped water from the water vat, washed his hands, and kneaded the dough.
Mu Nancheng watched Yu Tang cook with curiosity, leaning against the edge of the table, only his eyes showing.
Yu Tang couldn't help but stick out her flour-covered finger and tap a white dot on the boy's forehead. Watching Mu Nancheng frantically try to brush it off, she pursed her lips and laughed.
To Yu Tang's relief, the original owner's house still had a gas cylinder and a gas stove.
To make a simple noodle soup, there's no need to use a large pot with firewood anymore.
The gas stove was lit, and flames suddenly flared up, startling Mu Nancheng, who was watching from the sidelines. He screamed and quickly hid behind Yu Tang.
My fingers were trembling.
Yu Tang sensed something was wrong with his reaction, so she quickly turned off the stove and gently comforted Mu Nancheng: "Nancheng, don't be afraid. As long as you don't touch the flame, you won't get hurt."
After a few words of comfort, the boy calmed down.
She was still clutching Yu Tang's clothes, peeking out to watch him cook.
Heat oil in a wok, sauté scallions, garlic, and tomatoes, then add water. Once boiling, cut dough pieces from the kneaded dough, one by one, and drop them into the wok from a low position for even and attractive results.
The aroma quickly spread, and Yu Tang felt someone behind him stretch their neck and lean in from his shoulder. A moment later, he heard the sound of someone swallowing.
Without even thinking, you know that Mu Nancheng is about to cry from craving.
The noodle soup was ready and served in a large bowl. As soon as it was on the table, Mu Nancheng snatched it away and started shoving it into his mouth.
"Hey! It's hot!" Yu Tang quickly stopped him and scolded, "Don't eat like that! You'll burn your throat!"
But he was too late; the hot soup still managed to get on Mu Nancheng's lips and tongue.
The boy's eyes immediately turned red, along with his lips.
"Hiss..." Then, while gasping for breath, he cried out in pain.
"My God, how could the Supreme God become so stupid?" Xiao Jin was stunned when he saw this.
He said to Yu Tang, "Host, why do I feel like even children are smarter than him? If this continues, there's no way to win him over!"
Yu Tang was also helpless.
However, when Xiao Jin mentioned the strategy guide, he remembered something.
Then he asked Xiao Jin: By the way, can you help me see how much favorability Mu Nancheng has towards me right now?