Under Su Mo's surveillance.
Su Mo had a complete view of Tang Hao and Tang San's life in the Blacksmith Shop.
It had to be said, Tang San really had it rough!
Su Mo did not know what the original Tang Hao had been like.
But the current Tang Hao basically spent every day drinking in the Blacksmith Shop, perpetually drunk.
Perhaps because he still had money, although Tang Hao owned a blacksmith shop, he hardly did any smithing at all.
Under such circumstances, there was no need to mention Tang San's life.
As he was still only around two years old, although Tang San could already walk, his body was still very small, and he still had many difficulties moving around.
Thus, Tang Hao did not allow Tang San to run outside, only permitting him to move about inside the Blacksmith Shop.
Other than that, Tang Hao did not care in the slightest. Every day, he raised Tang San like a pig; as long as he did not starve to death, that was enough.
Every morning, noon, and night, Tang Hao would only stagger to his feet and scoop rice into a pot after Tang San cried out that he was hungry.
He would then light the fire and cook a pot of blackish rice porridge, ladle it with a filthy spatula into an equally filthy bowl, and casually toss it in front of Tang San for him to eat.
Watching all this made Su Mo's stomach churn.
Tang Hao basically never washed his pots, bowls, or utensils when cooking. The bowls were the same, filthy beyond belief. He was not afraid of getting sick from eating with such things?
And since Tang San was only around two years old, he could not reach the stove even standing on