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Looking up from that sturdy palm, there was a robust arm that matched it, with muscles bulging like stone, the lines sharp and embodying explosive strength.
Such arm development requires not only long-term training but also physical endowment; only an Interstellar Warrior could achieve such solid arms.
The owner of the arm was a dark-skinned man. His skin tone was similar to Fatty Chen's, that deep black hue, but his skin bore the marks of time, covered in large scars.
The most noticeable were three scars that started from the left side of the man's forehead, running down to the base of his ear, resembling claw marks left by some fierce beast.
Combined with his bushy beard, this uncle gave off a fierce aura that made anyone who saw him instinctively step back and hesitate to approach.
Standing at 1.9 meters tall, the Giant towered over Fatty, whose height barely reached 1.6 meters, creating a stark contrast that made one question if they were truly father and son.
Although the giant looked somewhat intimidating, his smile was radiant, revealing white teeth that sparkled in the sunlight, making his grin almost blindingly bright.
This seemingly fierce yet good-natured giant was Morning Black Tower, the father of Chen Youliang.
Neighbors affectionately called him "Tower," and whenever there were heavy tasks to be done, they would seek his help. Of course, Morning Black Tower was always willing to lend a hand; he was a warm-hearted man.
Almost everyone perceived Morning Black Tower as a robust individual without much background, often wandering aimlessly or occasionally picking up odd jobs at the interstellar dock without anyone knowing exactly what he did.
But Lin never thought so; he could see something else behind that man's brilliant smile—an underlying weariness hidden in his eyes. This was a man with a story.
Coincidentally, Lin remembered clearly that Heizi's family had moved to the old street the year Lin's father left. Strangely enough, it was just the two of them who moved in; there was no woman in their household.
This was also why Lin felt particularly close to Fatty Chen; both shared incomplete families and resonated with each other on that level.
Over the years, Morning Black Tower had taken great care of Lin and his mother. To Lin, it seemed this man harbored special feelings for their family.
Thus, Lin never regarded Morning Black Tower as an ordinary person. Since his arrival in this world, he had always held great respect for him.
This man might have some connection to his own father; perhaps they shared similar stories behind them...
Of course, these were just guesses from Lin Xian when he arrived. He never bothered to ask and had no interest in doing so. Whether it was the path of martial arts or the recent issue with the assignment, he was overwhelmed and had no time for trivial matters.
Upon seeing Morning Black Tower, Lin maintained his usual respect, smiling warmly as he greeted, "Uncle Ta, what brings you here?"
Lin rarely showed such a smile or respect; only those who truly held a higher position in his heart received such treatment, like Poverty Old Man.
"Ah! Isn't it the aroma of the food you're cooking that brought me here? What delicious treats have you fed this Fatty? Just look at how you've both spoiled him and your mother!"
Morning Black Tower's smile remained as he raised his hand from Fatty's head, looking at Lin with kind eyes. The way he regarded Lin was no different from how he looked at Fatty; it seemed as if both were his children.
"Dad, what's going on? I haven't eaten anything! Besides, you keep feeding me like I'm a pig; can't you tone it down a bit?"
Fatty protested, feeling embarrassed by his father's straightforwardness in front of the Noodle Shop.
"That's exactly how it is! You're fatter than a pig! And still complaining while I keep making you this and that..."
Morning Black Tower showed no mercy to Fatty, glaring at him and continuing to expose his flaws, making Fatty's face turn even redder. The neighbors around them chuckled as they watched Fatty, who wished he could find a hole to hide in!
This father-son duo was indeed something special; they would bicker back and forth whenever they had the chance.
Seeing Fatty's face grow increasingly sour, resembling a bitter melon, Lin couldn't bear it any longer. He quickly spoke up, "Uncle Ta, I've made some porridge. Would you like some?"
This shout successfully caught Morning Black Tower's attention. He grinned widely and said, "I was just waiting for you to say that! Look, I even brought my bowl!"
With that, Morning Black Tower pulled out a large iron basin from behind him, about the size of a sea bowl for noodles. He tapped it with his finger, producing a clanging sound.
Lin couldn't help but chuckle silently, realizing that Uncle Ta was indeed straightforward; he had come prepared with a big basin!
Silently taking the iron basin from Morning Black Tower's hands, Lin filled it to the brim. As a result, there was less porridge left in the pot, just enough for himself and Fatty.
Actually, there is still enough for three people; it's just that Fatty eats a lot and needs to be left with more. Otherwise, he will complain endlessly, mumbling in Lin's ear.
Outside the window, Fatty and Uncle Ta are still bickering.
“Dad, why did you take such a big bowl? You've eaten it all; what am I supposed to eat?”
“Eat dirt! You're already this fat; what more do you want to eat? You can't be an Interstellar Warrior if you keep this up! Don't eat today! No, from now on, you need to go on a diet!”
“Do I have a dad like you? Treating your own son like this!”
“You're the one I picked up from interstellar trash; you're not my biological son…”
“I… severing our father-son relationship!”
“Without you, the household expenses would drop significantly. Hurry up and get lost!”
Fatty's chubby face trembled, and his expression grew increasingly unpleasant. He had never won a verbal spar with Morning Black Tower… mainly because he didn't dare to push too hard; angering his dad meant getting beaten, and most importantly, it could mean no food!
“Alright, alright, Uncle Ta, just ease up on him a bit. He's been working so hard; he's one of the top students in our school. You should be proud of him!”
Lin quickly intervened, handing the bowl of porridge to Morning Black Tower.
“Exactly…” Fatty mumbled but didn't dare to say it loudly for fear of being heard by his dad.
“This brat won't amount to anything without discipline. Look at you; you're so sensible!”
Although Morning Black Tower spoke disdainfully, he still wore a proud expression when it came to Fatty. What father wouldn't want their child to bring honor to the family?
Uncle Ta took the iron basin from Lin, sniffed it, and grinned wider. “It smells so good! I haven't smelled such delicious food in years!”
The attention of the Morning Black Tower was completely drawn to the Fourth-Rank Blood-Replenishing Porridge, leaving no time for banter with Fatty. Quickly, they picked up their large spoon and started drinking the porridge.
Outside, the sound of slurping was incessant. A group of people squatted or stood outside the Lin family's window, heads bowed as they eagerly drank the porridge. From the moment they took their first sip, no one spoke; they were all focused on drinking, and no one opened their mouth to talk!
The porridge was so delicious that there was simply no time to chat!
Everyone rushed to drink, fearing they would fall behind, with some even competing for it.
Fatty watched the others slurping down the porridge, the enticing aroma wafting into his nose, making him feel as if his stomach were empty enough to eat an elephant!
"Brother! Brother! Quickly get me a big bowl! I want a Sea Bowl! I'm starving!"
Fatty scrambled up to the window and with a thud jumped into the kitchen, ready to snatch some if Lin didn't give it to him.
"Hey, hey, don't push me!"
As Fatty's hefty body nearly knocked him over, Lin quickly shoved Fatty inside and turned to prepare a bowl for him.
Just then, a loud call came from outside the window.
"Brother, can I have a bowl of porridge to try?"
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