Tang San Tries Spicy Rabbit Head for the First Time

"Huh? Dinner at Grandpa Jack's place?" Tang San looked somewhat bewildered at Lin Yu's retreating figure, rubbing his little head.

However, Tang San was a filial son to his father and naturally wouldn't go to Jack's for dinner without checking on him first. So after a moment of stunned hesitation, he trudged toward their own house.

"Dad, I'm back." As soon as Tang San entered the house, he couldn't wait to call out for his father.

Following his shout, a slovenly middle-aged figure emerged from the inner room. But the man merely cast a casual glance at Tang San before looking away.

"No need to cook today. Sort yourself out for dinner." With that, Tang Hao grabbed his wine jug and walked out, leaving Tang San alone in the house.

Though Tang Hao had been a wreck for years, he was still a Title Douluo-level existence. What had happened outside hadn't escaped his notice, so he knew Lin Yu had called Tang San to Old Jack's for a meal.

Seeing Tang San's thin frame, he figured letting the boy go to Old Jack's for a decent meal was a good idea. He also knew that Old Jack, as the village chief of Holy Soul Village, wouldn't mind an extra mouth to feed.

"What about you, Dad?" Tang San felt a pang of disappointment at Tang Hao's words, but he had never known what fatherly love meant. Tang Hao had always been indifferent to him—at first, he'd occasionally cook, but as time passed and Tang San started making meals himself, Tang Hao stopped caring entirely.

Their home was so poor they didn't even have proper tables or chairs, and eating was a struggle. The main reason was that Tang Hao spent his meager blacksmith earnings on wine.

But for Tang San, starved for affection as he was, this was already enough to satisfy him.

"Me? I'm going out for a drink." With that, Tang Hao didn't bother with Tang San anymore and vanished from sight.

Watching Tang Hao leave, Tang San tidied up a bit and slowly made his way toward Jack's house.

"Grandpa, I'm back!" Lin Yu's voice once again reached Old Jack's ears.

By now, Old Jack had already cleaned the rabbit Lin Yu brought back, ready to cook it.

"Xiao Yu's back! And Xiao San?" Old Jack turned with a smile, his gaze shifting past Lin Yu.

"Tang San hasn't come yet. I told him and came back first." Lin Yu pouted but still answered Old Jack's question, then eagerly approached the neatly prepared rabbit.

"You little glutton, can't you wait a bit?" Old Jack didn't scold Lin Yu; instead, he chuckled at the boy crouching by the rabbit.

"Since you called him, let's see if Xiao San shows up. Don't rush, I'll cook it for you now. But the spicy rabbit head will take a while, so go play outside for now." With that, Old Jack shooed him out.

Spicy rabbit head—he'd learned that from Lin Yu.

After finding Lin Yu, Old Jack had treated him like his own grandson. But when Lin Yu was over a year old and still couldn't speak, Old Jack got worried, thinking the child might have some hidden ailment.

When Lin Yu was about three, he finally started talking.

His first word was normal—"Grandpa."

But his second word was "spicy rabbit head," which left Old Jack both amused and exasperated.

He didn't know how to make it, but with Lin Yu's help, Old Jack managed to create the first spicy rabbit head in Douluo Continent.

"Grandpa Jack." Tang San's childish voice came through.

"Xiao San, you're here? Perfect, come in and sit down to eat." Old Jack was delighted to hear Tang San and immediately called him over to sit.

Then, Old Jack brought out the rabbit meat, the most eye-catching dish being the spicy rabbit head in the center.

"Xiao San, eat up. Look how thin you are—that father of yours doesn't make sure you eat well. This is the rabbit Xiao Yu brought back. Try it and see how it tastes." Old Jack looked at the two little ones with pride, placing rabbit meat into each of their bowls.

Hearing that Lin Yu had brought the rabbit, Tang San's eyes finally showed surprise.

After all, while Douluo Continent's humans developed faster than those in his original world due to soul power, they were still just three-year-old kids with three-year-old minds.

Plus, Lin Yu didn't seem to have a treasure like the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record. That a mere three-year-old could catch such a plump rabbit made Tang San cast a subtle glance at Lin Yu.

But Lin Yu didn't care what Tang San was thinking. He focused entirely on the spicy rabbit head in front of him.

"Stop staring. Try the spicy rabbit head!" Lin Yu said, picking a piece of meat from the rabbit head and placing it in Tang San's bowl.

Then, he watched Tang San's expression with a smile.

Sure enough, after one bite, Tang San's eyes lit up.

He stopped holding back and dug in with gusto.

"Step one, success." Lin Yu smirked slightly at Tang San's reaction.

The rabbit's body contained a trace of soul power—not much, just what it had absorbed naturally—but that little bit made the meat incredibly tender and flavorful.

The three of them feasted, and soon only bones remained of the rabbit Lin Yu had brought.

"So delicious. This is the first time I've eaten something this good." After finishing, Tang San patted his belly with lingering satisfaction, his eyes fixed on the plate that had held the spicy rabbit head.

"Oh, that's no problem. The back mountain is full of rabbits. If you want more, just go catch them." Lin Yu's lips curled at Tang San's words.

He knew his plan to lure Tang San into eating rabbit had worked.

After all, though Tang San possessed the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, he was still just a three-year-old. The only soul beasts he could handle were small animals like rabbits—nothing else was within his reach yet.

Plus, Tang Hao wouldn't bother catching soul beasts for Tang San's meals, so Tang San would have to do it himself.

Thinking this, Lin Yu had another doubt.

Could Xiao Wu, as a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form, sense how many rabbits Tang San had eaten?

Lin Yu's lips curled again. This world had mystical powers, after all—anything was possible.

"Xiao Yu, why is your mouth crooked?" Tang San asked, puzzled, staring at Lin Yu's odd expression. Didn't it feel strange or uncomfortable?

Hearing this, Lin Yu's curled lips froze, and he quickly straightened them.

"Dammit, I got carried away. I'm not the Dragon King—I can't be smirking like that." Lin Yu forced his unruly lips back into place with his hand.