Two big and one small three men were involved in the sequence of grabbing white porridge. Some of them were sincere and some were intentional, and only they knew.

Tang Fan knew that Tang Gang and William must have something to hide from him.

He also knew that with the temperaments of Tang Gang and William, he would never be able to ask anything at all when he asked.

However, since Tang Gang had some energy to grab food, it means that this matter is not a big deal.

Or, it hasn't exploded yet, and someone thinks he can keep it in hiding it?

Tang Fan glanced at the three men who were fighting for each other, couldn't help but shake his head, turned around and walked into the kitchen.

Some people are soft-hearted and have short hands when they eat people. Some people always feel sorry for them.

As for the one who conceals himself, he still feels perfect... Before the execution, he has to give the prisoner a full meal, right?

When his figure disappeared, Brad's hand snatching porridge immediately stopped, lowered his voice, and said without saying what happened today, as well as the conversation between Tang Fan and Old Robert.

After hearing Brad's words, Tang Gang's expression suddenly became a little colder, and his hands moved much faster. He grabbed food from William's mouth, grabbed the porridge bowl, and pushed it in front of Brad, "It's good to perform, this porridge belongs to you!"

Brad happily picked up the porridge bowl and drank it, but did not notice his father William's strange look.

Tang Gang glanced at William warningly, patted Brad on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "The League's high-level entrance examination is about to begin, what are you planning?"

Tang Gang downplayed two questions and knocked Brad down directly. Brad put down the porridge bowl with a depressed look on his face, sighed, and said, "I originally wanted to ask Afan to make up for me. Let's take a good school together.

But now it seems unlikely!

Uncle Tang, you can’t think of a way…”

Before he could finish his words, William slapped Brad's head heavily.

Looking at William's dark face, Brad curled his lips and swallowed the rest of the words into his stomach.

But even so, everyone present understood what Brad meant.

Among the sixteen planets covered by the Hematite Star Map, twelve are new stars in the wild star field where star beasts appear, and three garbage stars. The only Dichui Star, which can be regarded as a livable planet, is just a six-star agricultural star. The specialty is the inferior white rice used by Tang Fan to cook white porridge.

It is precisely because of this that Hematite has become the back garden of star pirates, and there are countless black households who have no identity for various reasons.

A black account has no identity certificate and cannot get social benefits. Even if you start a job, you can't open a bank account and your salary can only be transferred to the accounts of your relatives and friends. Whether you can get it depends on whether your friends have a conscience.

In short, people without a status are not considered human at all.

Of course, there is no way to get rid of the black household.

In the black market of Hematite, identity trading is no secret.

As long as you have credit points or nutritional agents, it should not be too easy to buy a household registration.

However, life is not easy for black households, and not many people can come up with this credit point or nutritional agent. There are not many such transactions a year.

Brad's suggestion was like a sharp blade, piercing Tang Gang's heart.

Looking at the busy figure in the kitchen, Tang Gang covered his face with his hands and lamented: "I owe Afan too much!"

William looked at Tang Gang like that and patted Tang Gang on the shoulder with a little helplessness, "Those who accomplish great things are not limited to trivial matters. What's more, there is no way out!"

Tang Gang's voice came from under his palm, "If there is another way, I really don't want to take this step."

William glanced at Brad and sighed heavily.

If there is a way, who would be willing?

For a moment, the living room was surrounded by speechless silence, and the atmosphere suddenly became strange.

Brad looked at William and Tang Gang again. He remembered the children who disappeared every year on Hematite Star. His face turned pale and he asked carefully: "Dad, Uncle Tang, what do you want to do!"

Seeing Brad being cautious and cautious, William was so angry that he couldn't help but give Brad another shock.

"Who do you think of your father and your Uncle Tang?"

Brad's brain-filled shots were knocked apart by William, his expression relaxed, and he started to laugh foolishly.

Looking at Brad's stupid look, William couldn't help but cover his face.

Tang Gang took a deep breath, sat up, looked at Brad seriously, and said with a serious look: "Blade, I know you are a good child and one of Afan's few friends. Now, Afan is facing some difficulties, are you willing to help him?"

Looking at Tang Gang's serious expression, Brad unconsciously straightened his body and nodded heavily.

Tang Gang held Brad's hand with a look of relief and spoke a good child, but Tang Gang didn't say a word about what the specific matter was.

Seeing his son's stupidity, William completely understood what it means to be sold and help count money.

In this way, it is not a bad thing that his stupid son was sold to Tang Fang by Tang Gang.

At least, Tang Fan's child is nostalgic and affectionate. If he gives Brad, he will definitely consider Brad, at least he will have no worries about his life.

The people of Hematite are shallow in their knowledge, and they will never know how hard it is to be a talented mecha caster.

Bob and Donald and his son are so hostile to Tang Fan, just because Tang Fan plotted against them and exploded them into the sky?

Of course...not exactly.

A large part of the reason is that Bob and Donald saw Tang Fan's potential from that cheap robotic arm, huge, and several times more potential than Donald. Therefore, they wanted to kill Tang Fan, a genius, in the cradle.

And that precocious and intelligent child was afraid that he would notice something, and he would become more silent and erect a wall between himself and others. That is, he would be slightly relieved when facing his family.

As for the fool in my family, I'm afraid I don't know anything yet!

People are so angry that they are more popular!

Excellent ones are always other people’s children!

Thinking of this, William couldn't help but glar at Brad, who was only concerned about eating happily.

Brad was unaware of anything.

William picked up the cold white blossom on the table in anger and took a big mouthful.

Afterwards, he kicked his son with a slight silence.

Brad actually hid with a bowl of porridge!

Got away...

William was in a bad mood, staring at his tiger's eyes, his nose wings twitched, like a crazy bull.
Chapter completed!