Chapter 82 Advanced
A Yong watched Ling Xue finish her breakfast and began to remind her to pay attention to safety issues. In his heart, Ling Xue was still the little baby who needed his protection.
Ling Xue didn't show any impatience towards Uncle Yong's nagging. She knew that Uncle Yong was just worried about her. Therefore, she felt very happy.
In this era of frequent natural disasters, it is such a rare thing to have someone who truly cares about you. Ling Xue feels that God is still very kind to her.
The gathering time was approaching and Ayong was about to leave.
Ling Xue handed over the various nutritious ingredients that she had prepared in advance to Uncle Yong, including ready-made energy foods and simple unprocessed energy ingredients.
Uncle Yong put it away with a smile. In his eyes, Ling Xue was just his little daughter, so there was no need to make too clear distinctions.
If a family cares too much about things, it will be hurtful.
Uncle Yong felt very happy. He knew that because Ling Xue often gave him precious energy food, the superpower warriors who hunted with him must be very envious of him!
When Li Xiao and Zhang Qiao got up, Ayong had already left, and they felt a little embarrassed.
"I got up late, why did Uncle Yong leave so early?"
Li Xiao felt a little embarrassed because she missed saying goodbye to Uncle Yong because she slept in. After all, Li Xiao was a girl and was rather thin-skinned.
The difference between men and women can be seen at this time. Zhang Qiao is more careless and has no awareness of this at all.
Of course, this is also related to the living environment between the two people.
Zhang Qiao often lives with those superpower warriors. Basically, everyone says what they think and rarely has any complicated thoughts.
While Li Xiao was blushing, he had already sat down to eat breakfast.
"Wow, Uncle Yong's cooking is amazing! These fish balls are so chewy! In one word, delicious!"
Seeing Zhang Qiao wolfing down his food, Li Xiao couldn't even bear to blush. If he didn't go over for breakfast, Zhang Qiao would have eaten up all the delicious food Uncle Yong had made.
"Are you talking about the reincarnation of starving ghosts? Leave some for me!"
Li Xiao immediately joined the army of people enjoying the delicious food.
Ling Xue was very happy to see that the energy food made by Uncle Yong was popular with everyone. After all, he is Uncle Yong, and his cooking skills are just great!
"No need to fight, I still have plenty here, enough for you to eat!"
Of course they knew that Ling Xue must have a full stock, but they would not be greedy and ask Ling Xue for more.
Everyone knows that Ling Xue relies on these precious energy ingredients to replenish her body. It's okay for them to eat them occasionally, but it's not the same thing if they eat them too often.
Li Xiao and Zhang Qiao are not the kind of people who take advantage of others, and of course they will not take advantage of Ling Xue's kindness to them.
The result of the two people's fight was that the whole table of energy food was swept away by them, which shows how amazing their fighting power is.
Ling Xue didn't think it was a big deal. The appetite of superpower warriors was already huge, and the two of them were at the age of growing up. If they ate as much as they wanted, they would definitely be able to eat a lot of energy food.
However, precisely because they eat energy foods, there is no problem with digestion.
Especially Zhang Qiao, his stomach is simply a bottomless pit. He usually holds back on his food. This time, Ling Xue finally knows his strength.
Ling Xue even suspected that Zhang Qiao had not completely let go. If he ate completely, Zhang Qiao might be able to eat twice as much.
Ling Xue couldn't help but sigh that it was really expensive to raise a superpower warrior!
After eating and drinking, Li Xiao and Zhang Qiao stretched out on the sofa to rest.
At this time, the two people who had calmed down quickly discovered the changes in their bodies. These changes were really obvious, and they could feel them easily.
