Spicy Rabbit Head

Tang Hao moved quickly. From the time he left the thatched hut to when he returned carrying several rabbits, only half an hour had passed.

Though the time was short, Tang San, starving with hunger, had already been waiting anxiously.

Every second felt like a year.

Before he had a lifeline, he had not felt this way. He would simply endure the hunger until he got used to it.

But after Tang Hao returned, it was as though he had found someone to rely on.

The wait suddenly felt incomparably long.

Tang Hao had smashed the door apart with a single palm strike earlier, saving him the trouble of kicking it down. He simply carried the rabbits inside.

At the sight of Tang Hao returning, Tang San perked up slightly!

But when Tang San clearly saw what Tang Hao was holding, he instantly wanted to slap himself twice!

"Right, why didn't I catch some rabbits to eat?"

"With my Tang Sect hidden weapon techniques, catching rabbits should be effortless. Why had I never thought of that before?"

Where Tang San had once lived had the greatest variety of rabbit dishes.

Spicy Rabbit Head, braised rabbit meat, chilled fresh rabbit—there were countless varieties, each with exquisite flavors!

After coming to Douluo Continent, no matter how poor or exhausted he had been, he had never once thought to catch the rabbits running all over the mountains for a change of pace!

"Tang San, Tang San, if you'd caught more rabbits to eat before, you wouldn't have had to drink porridge every day!"

Tang San could not figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it. After sighing, he quietly made a decision: from now on, he would add an extra meal every day!

"Little San, stop standing there. Start the fire! We'll be able to eat soon."

Tang Hao cleaned the rabbits as he spoke to Tang San.

"Okay, Dad!"

Tang San answered. He did not know where the strength came from, but he walked into the kitchen and began lighting the fire.

As time passed, several different rabbit dishes were placed on the table.

"Little San, I didn't expect you to be so good at cooking rabbit. Not bad. We can catch more rabbits in the future!"

Tang Hao swallowed and said with satisfaction.

Even just sitting here, the rabbit meat Tang San had prepared filled the air with fragrance, enticing the taste buds.

"Okay, Dad. That's what I was thinking too!"

Tang San nodded. After replying to Tang Hao, he paused before continuing.

"Dad, this is Spicy Rabbit Head. Try it and see how it tastes?"

Tang San confidently pointed at the Spicy Rabbit Head as he introduced it to Tang Hao.

This was his finest dish. Even the elders of the Tang Sect had been unable to find any fault with it after tasting it!

Douluo Continent also had Sichuan peppercorns and chili peppers, and they were quite cheap. If one did not want to spend money, they could simply look in the wild—there was plenty of both.

"Mhm, you eat too! You must be starving!"

"Okay, Dad!"

The father and son began wolfing down the rabbit meat, paying no attention to table manners.

"Fragrant, so fragrant! Little San, this Spicy Rabbit Head you made really is exceptional!"

As he ate, Tang Hao found a moment to praise him.

As the former young sect master of the Clear Sky Sect, what delicacies had Tang Hao not eaten before?

Yet he truly had never eaten anything like this Spicy Rabbit Head!

It was far too stunning!

The combination of numbing spice and heat, along with perfect cooking and the rabbit head's texture—dry without being greasy...

Zhu Rong's roasted meat was also quite tasty, but without any seasonings to complement it, Tang Hao found it merely average.

Tang San's cooking skills also gave Tang Hao this thought:

Even if Little San can't become a powerful Soul Master in the future, becoming a chef would be pretty good too!

"As long as Dad likes it, I'll make it for you every day!"

Tang San lowered his head, gnawing on a rabbit head as he spoke.

Tang San did not know whether it was an illusion, but he always felt that the rabbits on Douluo Continent tasted better than the ones from his former world.

Before long, all the rabbit meat on the table had disappeared.

"Little San, clear the table. I brought something good back for you on this trip!"

Tang Hao wiped his mouth and spoke to Tang San. As he spoke, his expression turned serious.

Tang San's entire body trembled upon hearing Tang Hao's words!

He had not expected Tang Hao to bring him something good on this outing!

Perhaps Tang Hao had gone out this time specifically to find something good for him?

Thinking of this, Tang San could not help feeling guilty. Earlier, he had thought Tang Hao had taken Zhu Rong away to do something, but instead...

Dad, I'm sorry!

Tang San silently said in his heart.

Anything his father, a reclusive powerhouse, called a good thing was definitely no ordinary object!

Without even bothering to wipe his mouth, Tang San quickly cleared the table, then wiped it twice with a rag. Only then did he stand quietly beside the table, staring eagerly at Tang Hao.

Tang Hao nodded, very satisfied with Tang San's performance.

Although there was a difference as vast as heaven and earth between Tang San and Zhu Rong, Tang San was still his only son. He could not help but care about him.

As long as Tang San did not harbor any treasonous thoughts, Tang Hao was still willing to nurture him into someone capable.

Without further nonsense, Tang Hao took a four-hundred-year Mandala Snake Torso Soul Bone and a three-hundred-year right arm Soul Bone from his Storage Soul Tool.

Although the three-hundred-year right arm Soul Bone was not as complete as the Mandala Snake Torso Soul Bone, it was still considered top-tier among hundred-year Soul Bones.

As for the two-hundred-year and ten-year Soul Bones, not only were their ages low, their quality was not particularly good either.

Tang Hao had no intention of letting Tang San fuse with such Soul Bones.

The moment the two Soul Bones appeared, dark green and pink light filled the small room.

When Tang San saw the Soul Bones on the table, his eyes became somewhat dazed, and his heartbeat sped up involuntarily. He murmured:

"Beautiful!"

The beauty of a Soul Bone lay not only in its appearance, but also in a Soul Master's instinctive response.

Even the lowest-quality Soul Bone could give a Soul Master some improvement after fusion.

With such an instinctive yearning for "evolution," how could Soul Bones not be beautiful in a Soul Master's eyes?

"Little San, these are the gifts Dad brought you. Two nearly perfect hundred-year Soul Bones."

"If you absorb them now, perhaps they can narrow the gap between you and Zhu Rong a little."

After saying this, Tang Hao looked at Tang San again. He thought:

Perhaps.

Being born in the same era as that kid isn't a good thing!

As a prodigy of the Clear Sky Sect, Tang Hao had always been proud and arrogant. Yet before Zhu Rong's talent and "fortune," even he had lowered his head.

Tang San was also a Twin Martial Souls owner, but the gulf between Innate Level Eight Soul Power and Innate Full Soul Power was not so easily bridged.

Moreover, there was the disparity in the quality of their Twin Martial Souls.

Their second Martial Souls were both Clear Sky Hammers, but their first Martial Souls were different.

One was Blue Silver Grass, the standard useless Martial Soul.

The other was a Mutated Sword Martial Soul, so powerful that if Soul Rings had not been difficult to find, Tang Hao would even have wanted him to cultivate the Clear Sky Hammer first.

Zhu Rong could remain strong all the way until he began cultivating his second Martial Soul, while Tang San had Blue Silver Grass...

Blue Silver Grass... during the transition period, being weaker is just being weaker.

Tang Hao thought helplessly.

There was no helping it. Zhu Rong's talent was simply too astonishing! In terms of talent, he had even surpassed Tang Hao's grandfather, Tang Chen!

With such a monster around, Tang San could at most be considered ordinary...