my son is the king

Chapter 3 Exploring Technique

"Is this system cheating?"

AMTD was taken aback, and shouted inwardly several times, but the other party did not respond again.

Helpless, AMTD could only look at the task issued by the system and eat ten buns in 5 minutes.

The difficulty is not too difficult. In order to prevent being supported, AMTD played a cautious role.

He didn't buy the one yuan buns on the road, but went to the side to buy two baskets of steamed buns.

It's the kind of small steamed bun that costs [-] yuan a cage, and there are seven of them.

Of the fourteen buns, he ate ten of them in a short while, leaving the remaining four for his son.

Looking at the task again, only to hear the voice in my mind ringing again.

"The task is completed, and the reward is fifty cultivation points."

"And then?" AMTD waited for the next showy operation of the system, and then found that the other party was sinking again.

"I must have encountered a fake system, what's the use of this immortality value?" AMTD pondered for a long time, but found nothing.

However, in his mind, a skill called "Exploration Technique" suddenly appeared.

There is also a parenthesis next to this probing technique that says (10/10).

AMTD did not know what it meant, and silently recited the phrase "use the probing technique" with the intention of experimenting.

Then his eyes suddenly lit up, and when he opened his eyes, it seemed... nothing had changed!
He glanced at the table in the bun shop, and a line of data suddenly appeared in front of him, "A table that has been in disrepair for a long time."

He looked at the stool next to him again, and the data in front of him appeared again, "A blue stool with peeling paint."

He looked at the boss who sold him buns, "A middle-aged greasy old man who likes to watch bears come and go."

Then he looked at the hard-working proprietress next to her, "A senior square dancing aunt with three years of dancing experience."

He looked at the steamed bun in his hand, "A small steamed bun made out of a hand bag that hasn't washed its hands after going to the toilet."

AMTD thought of the ten buns he wolfed down just now, and suddenly felt nauseated.

Then he looked at his son who was still happily eating the remaining steamed buns, his face darkened, he threw the steamed buns into the trash can, took his son's hand and left.

"I will never eat their buns again."

Looking at the probing technique again, AMTD found that the (10/10) next to it has become (5/10).

"Is it because I used five chances just now?" AMTD was thinking, "Is there a usage limit for this probing technique, which can only be used ten times a day?"

"Dad, I'm hungry," Shang Xiaoman stared at AMTD pitifully, already feeling MMP in his heart.

"I am a powerful emperor, but I have fallen to the current state, and I can't even eat a steamed stuffed bun happily."

AMTD finally bought an egg and a cup of soy milk for his son, but he didn’t dare to use probing techniques to test it, “People’s hearts are sinister!”

After breakfast, the two of them took the bus to Chengxi Bus Station in Wenhai City.

AMTD’s hometown is in Qingshan Village, a village under the jurisdiction of Wenhai City.

To be precise, it should be Wenhai City, Lintai County, Baijia Town, and Qingshan Village.

This is a ranking from high to low. Qingshan Village is named Qingshan Village because it is backed by Qingshan. It is so casual and willful.

The means of transportation is a bus, and there is no through train.

The approximate route home is to take a bus from Chengxi Bus Station in Wenhai City to Lintai County, then take a bus from Lintai County to Baijia Town, and then walk south for half an hour from Baijia Town to Qingshan The border of the village is gone.

The way home is so troublesome. The small mountain village backed by the green hills is not developing at a high speed. On the contrary, it is still a little behind, backward in all aspects.

Because it is not a holiday, there are not many passengers at the station.

The father and son bought the tickets very quickly, and before boarding the bus, AMTD specifically warned, "Son, after we get on the bus, let's sit separately instead of sitting together."

"Why?" Shang Xiaoman knew it well, and asked pretending to be ignorant.

"Because my dad will sit with those pretty girls later, so don't make trouble," AMTD explained with a chuckle.

"Oh, Dad, you want to find me a stepmother," Shang Xiaoman replied seriously.

Hearing the word "Mom", AMTD's expression changed, and he growled softly, "Shut up."

He didn't want to hear his son mention the word "mother". It was the pain of his life and the woman he owed the most.

The sky is full of clouds and clouds, the blue sky is like a beautiful painting, and the sun's golden light shines on the whole world.

The memory seems to return to the day when the two met, he and her.

At that time, he was still a young man with the dream of becoming a great painter.

It was in that park, on a breezy afternoon.

He sat in the gazebo and set up his easel, with the endless lake in front of him.

The rippling water of the lake sparkled in the sun, small reddish fish were splashing and rolling in the lake, and two swans, one black and one white, looked melancholy into the distance in the distance.

That is the direction of the mountain. It is in the haze of clouds and mist, as if the world has been poured with ink.

The breeze blew from a distance, blowing the willows by the lake, blowing the green water on the lake, and messing up the long hair on his forehead.

He just painted quietly like this, and after a long, long time, a fragrance circulated in his nose.

The girl was sitting next to him in a white skirt, watching him quietly, seeing his ordinary facial features, and watching him seriously paint.

Watch him outline the outline of the mountains one stroke at a time, and watch him lightly draw the clearness in the wind.

"My name is AMTD." It was the first time the two met. He was attracted by her unsullied temperament, and he didn't know what charm he had that attracted her.

……

The two had sex, and the story ended up being vulgar.

A few months later, the girl found him, another afternoon, in a coffee shop called Modian, decorated in quiet dark gray.

The sun shone in from the window, and the girl's long flaxen hair seemed to be dyed with the holy light of an angel.

The heat on the coffee is slowly rising, and the light music "Moonlight" by Bandari is playing in the store. The music is sweet and moving.

The girl broke the comfortable tranquility and looked at AMTD with complicated eyes, "You are suitable to be a sharpshooter."

The boy was stunned for a while, and finally shouted tremblingly at a volume exceeding decibels: "Are you pregnant?"

……

The child was finally born smoothly, and the girl was very good. She didn't dislike him for having no house or car, nor did she dislike the hardship and plainness of life.

However, at that time, he was too naive, arrogant, ignorant and ridiculous, and took the girl's goodness for granted.

In the end, he drove away this woman who was enough to accompany him for a lifetime with his own hands.

Probably if you haven't lost it, you don't know how to cherish it!

His thoughts were pulled back again, AMTD handed the ticket to the ticket inspector, and took his son on the bus.

Let the past go with the wind, one is different and the other is wide, each is safe!
(End of this chapter)