Master Chun once said that my biological parents were frying fried dough sticks in the next county, and the child I exchanged with them also fried fried dough sticks with them, leaving early in the morning and coming back late every day, which was peaceful and warm.

When I searched the whole county but couldn't find Nan Wang and Honghua Empress, I suddenly thought of this matter and had a strong intuition in my heart that they had gone to the next county to find their biological son.

King Nan and Lady Honghua once said that they only have one son like me in this life, but they still went to find that child.

Of course, I don't have any feeling of "jealousy" or "betrayal". In my opinion, this is human nature, and I really have no reason to stop them from searching for their biological son.

What's more, I also want to see what my biological parents look like.

In the past few days, my hidden dragon body has been amazed by people again and again. People are always curious about where my hidden dragon body comes from and which master's bloodline does it inherit?

My biological parents may not be as simple as they appear on the surface. Although they are frying fried dough sticks, they may be hidden martial arts masters!

Also, what does the biological son of King Nan and the Red Flower Queen look like? His parents are so outstanding, so he himself must be good too. Is he really willing to spend his whole life frying fried dough sticks?

Thinking this way, I became even more curious, stepped on the accelerator and headed towards the next county.

The next county is not far away and will be there in a short while.

The county next door is pitifully small, even smaller than our county, with only one long market.

So in the market, I easily found the fried dough sticks stall where Nan Wang and Honghua Empress were chatting. There were several fried dough sticks stalls in the market, but I was pretty sure that the one Nan Wang and Honghua Empress were looking for was me.

biological parents, no matter what, it’s just a feeling.

Otherwise, they would not have traveled twenty or thirty miles to get here.

As expected, there was a family of three at the fried dough sticks stall.

The father was kneading the dough and cutting it one by one. The son took it and put it into the pot, playing with it with oily chopsticks until it swelled, golden, and mature. Then the mother weighed and bagged it and handed it to the guests.

The three people are very skilled in their techniques, and they work together very well. It looks like they have been doing this for many years.

Because they fry fried dough sticks all year round, they don't look very clean. They are greasy from head to toe, and the aprons they wear are also greasy. This is the kind of sanitary condition in a small place.

Their Youtiao must taste good, because there is an endless queue of people and piles of scattered money.

After deducting costs every day, at least a few hundred dollars are recorded in the account, which can be tens of thousands a month. For an ordinary family, it is already considered well-off.

I usually do business, so I habitually calculate the income and costs. In short, their living conditions should be okay, not too rich, but not cold or hungry, which is considered to be a medium level in the county.

The first time I looked at the couple, of course, they both looked ordinary. Not only did they look average, but their temperaments were also average. They were just ordinary people who couldn't be more ordinary, and the people around them, left and right,

Most people around are the same.

How many outstanding people can there be in the world like King Nan and Lady Honghua? Aren’t 99% of them ordinary people?

But don't mention it, I do look a bit similar to that couple, which makes me more and more certain that they are my biological parents.

Although I haven't seen each other since childhood, their blood is flowing with them, and the broken bones are still connected. Thinking about this, the eyes I look at them become much gentler, and there is an indescribable palpitation in my heart.

move.

However, they don't look like martial arts masters, let alone people with the body of a hidden dragon.

I thought to myself that the Hidden Dragon's body needs to be activated by true despair, and people like them would obviously not encounter anything desperate in their lives.

Looking at that child again, he is also in his twenties. Although he is covered in oil and stains, he can't stop his handsomeness. He has two sword eyebrows, red phoenix eyes, and a high nose bridge. He has the bravery of the Southern King and the red flower empress.

His elegance can be called "beautiful man" no matter where he is placed.

This is indeed the case. There were many little girls in the crowd, taking pictures of him with their mobile phones while queuing up.

Sure enough, he is the biological son of King Nan and the Red Flower Empress.

He should be called Zhang Long.

And I should be standing there frying fried dough sticks.

Unfortunately, God played a huge joke on us, and our lives were completely changed.

Of course, if there had been no exchange, he might not have had an experience like mine. After all, he is the biological son of King Nan. There is no such thing as "being abandoned since he was a child and relying on his second uncle to survive" and then "going south to find his father".

thing.

However, I should be able to have outstanding kung fu. With excellent parents like Nan Wang and Honghua Empress, I can learn something through my ears and eyes, so that I won't have to rely on frying fried dough sticks for a living like now.

Just as I was thinking this, a girl who was queuing up to sell fried dough sticks came to the front and still held up her cell phone to take a photo of the child. As a result, her cell phone slipped and fell into the oil pan.

"Ah!" the girl screamed all her life.

But the boy had quick hands and eyes, and with a snap, he caught the phone with his chopsticks, then returned the phone to the girl and said calmly: "Be careful next time."

"Thank you!" The girl blushed and took the phone back.

The boy continued to fry fried dough sticks with his head down, as if nothing had happened. His father and mother also continued to cut noodles and collect money, as if they had become accustomed to it.

But my heart was beating fast. I believed that the scene just now was definitely not an accident. This boy's reaction and skills were good. He would never be able to do it without more than ten years of hard work.

It's just that I don't feel any murderous aura in him.

Fried dough sticks will not exude murderous aura.

Maybe, because he has the blood of Nanwang and Honghua Empress, he has been a martial arts prodigy since he was a child, and he has learned it by himself, right?

Of course, King Nan and Lady Honghua also saw the scene just now, and looked at the boy a few more times.

The eyes of the two people also became very gentle, after all, they were their biological sons.

Of course, they did not forget about business. They went up to talk to the owner of the fried dough sticks stall and said that their son was getting married and would need to make fried dough sticks tomorrow morning, at least several hundred kilograms. Can they be delivered by then?

The boss shook his head and said: "What are you going to give? It will be cold, dry, and hard when you send it over. Why don't you just bring the pot over and fry it for the guests to eat now. It will be absolutely fresh, crispy and soft."

King Nan immediately laughed and said, "This is best. When the time comes, should the three of us go there together?"

The boss shook his head: "You don't need so many, my son can do it alone!"

King Nan turned to look at the boy and said, "Yes, as long as he is busy."

The boss snorted: "Don't worry, this is not the first time we have done this kind of work. How can we be too busy? Just give me your address, put down the deposit, and I will definitely arrive tomorrow morning."

The two chatted in detail about the situation tomorrow morning, and the landlady occasionally interrupted, but the boy remained silent, lowering his head and frying his own fried dough sticks.

During this whole process, I did not go up, but stood not far away and watched them.

King Nan and the owner of the fried dough sticks stall seemed to be chatting happily. When King Nan asked his name, he said carelessly: "My surname is Niu, so you can call me Lao Niu. That is my wife. People call her Youtiao Xishi."

That is my son, his name is Niu Erdan..."

Youtiao Xishi?!

Although that is my biological mother, I really don't see any connection between her and "Xi Tzu". Maybe she was prettier when she was younger?

The key is that the boy's name was actually Niu Erdan. I felt sad in my heart. It's a good thing I didn't live in this family, otherwise I would have been called Niu Erdan...

It’s too unpleasant to hear!

What age is this? Why are there still people called this name? Is it so difficult to ask someone with a little knowledge to come up with a name?

King Nan and Lady Honghua didn't think anything of it. Instead, they looked at Niu Erdan with a smile, nodded and said, "Okay, Niu Erdan, I'll be waiting for you tomorrow. As long as nothing goes wrong, you will definitely get the money."

Niu Erdan didn't say anything, but still lowered his head and fried the dough sticks.

"Are you fucking deaf?!" Lao Niu stared and said, "Didn't you hear the guest talking to you?"

Niu Erdan seems to be really deaf, but he still lowers his head and remains silent.

Lao Niu sighed and said: "This kid is becoming increasingly uncontrollable!"

The Red Flower Empress tried to smooth things over and said: "You are already in your twenties, so you must have your own ideas. Don't be too harsh."

Lao Niu said: "But don't worry, my son will definitely arrive tomorrow morning. I can't guarantee anything else. When it comes to making money, my son is more active than anyone else. He is also planning to marry a wife!"

King Nan laughed and said, "Okay, I'll wait for him."

King Nan put down the deposit, took one last look at Niu Erdan with the Red Flower Lady, and then reluctantly turned around and prepared to leave.

Of course, before walking a few steps, he bumped into me.

"ah……"

King Nan and Lady Honghua looked a little flustered, as if they had done something bad and I discovered them.

"That... son... we... are not..."

"It's okay." I said with a smile: "I also want to see what my biological parents look like."

They wanted to see their biological son, and I wanted to see my biological parents. This is human nature and does not affect the relationship between us.

King Nan and Lady Honghua also laughed.

"Don't worry, we won't recognize him. Your son is enough for us."

"Yes, we just came to see how he is doing. It's enough that he has no worries about food and clothing. There is no need for such a vulgar recognition of relatives. He has been here for more than 20 years, so there is no need to make a mess, right...

…”

King Nan and Lady Honghua seemed to be comforting me, each comforting me with each word.

But I don't care, I really don't care.
Chapter completed!