Zuo Xiaoduo almost suffocated. "L-let... let go..."
Thump!
Zuo Xiaonian took a blow to the head from a backscratcher.
"You crazy girl, let go of my son and go cook!"
"Oh-ho-ho..."
Zuo Xiaonian released Zuo Xiaoduo and floated into the kitchen.
But Zuo Xiaoduo's hair had already become a chicken's nest-and the nest of an old hen with absolutely no interest in looking pretty, at that.
Dinner.
A dazzling spread covered the large table, lavish beyond measure.
Zuo Xiaoduo buried his head in his food without a care, chewing away and sweeping through it like a gale scattering clouds, while Zuo Changlu, Wu Yuting, and Zuo Xiaonian excitedly discussed tomorrow's school assembly.
Every one of them laughed freely, their hearts brimming with joy.
In short, they were very happy.
Zuo Xiaoduo was very happy too, of course. This is all my glory! Glory I earned!
Seeing his family so happy and carefree filled Zuo Xiaoduo's heart with a sense of honor, with glory, and with pride.
This is wonderful!
He vaguely felt as though he had forgotten something, but amid such a joyful atmosphere, Zuo Xiaoduo could not think too much. He was as happy as a hungry little puppy who had spotted a bowl of delicious-smelling food.
Eat!
That night, Zuo Xiaoduo completed three more rounds than He Yuanyue had required!
He practiced straight through until two thirty in the morning.
Zuo Xiaonian's heart ached unbearably, her eyes brimming with tears. She had watched Zuo Xiaoduo hurl hidden weapons without a single pause, as though possessed by madness, putting his entire body's strength into every throw. In barely seven or eight minutes, both his arms and shoulders had swollen as thick as thighs.
Then he rested a little, worked out the blockages, and resumed training. Such effort and