Douluo Continent: Reborn as Yuhao, they all have ulterior motives.

Chapter 18 My House Is Quite Big

"cooperate?"

"Yes, cooperation."

Huo Yuhao took out the gloves he had made the night before and began to demonstrate their effect to Tang Ya.

"I can make soul tools, but I need the Tang Sect's channels to obtain more rare metals and sell the soul tools. I also need you to do some other things for me, and I will give you a share of the profits from selling soul tools in the process."

Before he could finish speaking, Tang Ya's voice interrupted him.

"I'll help you."

Huo Yuhao was stunned. "Aren't you going to ask about the profit sharing?"

"No need, whatever you give me is fine, anyway..."

Tang Ya paused, then looked at him seriously and said softly, "Anyway, I have nothing left now."

"Okay, we'll talk about it later."

Huo Yuhao nodded readily, but he was somewhat puzzled.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Xiaoya's eyes seemed to have changed, becoming somewhat strange in a way that he couldn't quite put his finger on.

But he didn't dwell on it too much, and stood up to look around.

"Do you have anywhere else to stay now?"

"No."

Hearing Tang Ya's voice sound dejected again, Huo Yuhao thought for a moment and asked hesitantly.

"Would you like to come to my house?"

crunch--

"Mom, I'm home."

Upon hearing Huo Yuhao's voice, Huo Yun'er, who was pacing anxiously in the living room, finally breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously looked up at the door.

"Why are you so late today?"

However, before she could finish her worried words, they got stuck in her throat. Looking at the pretty girl following behind her son, with her head down and not daring to look at her, Huo Yun'er was stunned for a moment.

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Good heavens, my son is only six years old. Isn't it too early for him to be dating?

But then, that idea was replaced by another.

That's not right!

We've only been in Tiandou City for two days, how come there are girls following my son home so late? Could they have been kidnapped?

Huo Yuhao had no idea how many bizarre things his mother had imagined in such a short time. He turned to the side to reveal Tang Ya's figure and introduced her to Huo Yun'er.

"Mom, this is Tang Ya. We just met a couple of days ago. She might be living with us from now on."

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They might live with us from now on.

Huo Yuhao's words were like a bolt from the blue, making Huo Yun'er even more certain of her guess. Just as she didn't know what to do, her good son began to introduce her to the girl.

"Sister Xiaoya, this is my mother, her surname is also Huo."

Tang Ya looked up at Huo Yun'er as if she had mustered all her courage, her voice trembling slightly with nervousness.

"Hello, Uncle and Aunt."

"Hello, hello. You must be Xiaoya? Come in and sit down. You haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll go make you some food."

Huo Yun'er's condition wasn't much better than hers. She quickly gestured for Tang Ya to sit down, poured her a glass of water, then winked at the clueless Huo Yuhao before turning and heading towards the kitchen.

Seeing this, Huo Yuhao could only smile at Tang Ya, who was clearly a little reserved, and followed her.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, he met Huo Yun'er's strange gaze. He already knew what she wanted to ask, but before he could explain, Huo Yun'er spoke first.

"Yuhao."

Huo Yun'er took a deep breath and earnestly advised, "Tell your mother what's going on with that girl? It doesn't matter how much money you make, but your mother doesn't want you to go down a path of no return."

"...?"

Huo Yuhao's brain froze for a second before he realized what Huo Yun'er meant. His eyelids twitched involuntarily. "Mom, what kind of person do you think your good son is?"

Huo Yuhao quickly gave a brief account of the events, without mentioning his collaboration with Tang Ya. Upon hearing that Tang Ya's parents had been murdered, a look of heartache immediately appeared in Huo Yun'er's eyes.

"Oh, okay. Then let them stay at our place. That'll be perfect. They can keep me company and chat sometimes. Okay, you can go now, I need to cook."

"I can help too."

Huo Yun'er was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then looked at him with a strange gaze. Huo Yuhao, the person involved, was confused by his mother's stare and asked hesitantly.

".mom?"

After a long while, Huo Yun'er finally let out a soft sigh, her tone clearly conveying a sense of disappointment and frustration.

"Go outside and chat with that girl, tell her not to be too reserved."

Finally, under pressure from his mother, Huo Yuhao left the kitchen.

No one knows what he said, but by the time Huo Yun'er brought the food to the table, Tang Ya's mood had clearly improved a lot.

At the dinner table, seeing Tang Ya's hesitant and reserved appearance, Huo Yun'er picked up some food and spoke gently.

"Xiaoya, Yuhao just told me some things about you. From now on, you can live here and treat it like your own home."

Looking at the bowl piled high with food, Tang Ya bit her lip, fighting back the tears welling up in her eyes, and choked out a soft "Mmm".

After finishing their meal, Huo Yuhao handed a bowl of steaming medicinal soup to Tang Ya.

"I've cleaned up the room for you. It's right next to mine. The bedding and everything are new. Drink this and go to bed early tonight."

"What is this?"

Looking at the brownish-red medicinal liquid, Tang Ya subconsciously recalled that before the other party brought him back, he had taken a detour to the clinic to buy that packet of medicinal herbs.

"To calm the mind."

Huo Yuhao patiently explained, "If you've been mentally agitated, drinking this should help."

".Thanks."

Tang Ya pursed her lips, reached out and took the soup spoon, drinking it little by little.

The medicine tastes bitter at first, but a sweet taste soon follows, washing away the bitterness.

"I added some sugar, it shouldn't be bitter anymore, right?"

Huo Yuhao's voice echoed in her ears, and Tang Ya trembled, gently shaking her head.

"Not bitter, it's sweet."

She repeatedly scooped up the soup spoon and put it in her mouth, keeping her little head down the whole time, letting large drops of tears fall into the bowl and mix with the medicine.

one year later.

"Uncle Huang."

At the entrance of the snack street, Huang Yu, who was smoking, heard the sound and subconsciously turned his head to look. When he saw the young man and woman, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

"You two are up early today."

Over the course of a year, he became much more familiar with the two mature young men in front of him. Ever since Huo Yuhao said that his friend had an accident, the Tang Clan girl who used to run to the food stall every few days had disappeared, and Huo Yuhao had a girl who looked not much older than him by his side, who sold grilled fish with him every day.

Being well-informed, he had naturally heard about the Tang Clan's affairs and had already guessed the girl's identity. Although he didn't know why her appearance had changed so much, it was clearly none of his business. Since Huo Yuhao hadn't asked him for help, he wouldn't do anything more and simply pretended not to know.

The girl named Xiaoya was looking at him with surprise. "Uncle Huang, you're such a busy man, what brings you here today?"

"You little rascal, you're teasing me now." Huang Yu chuckled, then shook his head and sighed, explaining the reason.

"The Soul Master Tournament is in a few days. There have been a lot more tourists in Tiandou City lately. To prevent accidents from happening due to the crowds, I have to keep an eye on things every day. Speaking of which, this is a good opportunity for you two. Yuhao, you should increase the supply of grilled fish during this period. This is a good time to make money."

"Forehead"

Upon hearing this, Huo Yuhao's face showed a hint of embarrassment. He hesitated for a moment before speaking softly.

"Uncle Huang, I came here today to tell you that I don't plan to sell any more grilled fish today once I've sold out."

"Not selling anymore?"

Huang Yu was slightly taken aback. You see, the Soul Master Competition is held every five years and rotates among four countries. Now is the peak tourist season that happens once every twenty years, and everyone is preparing to make a fortune. But this kid actually refused to participate.

"Why? I remember you only paid your stall fee a few days ago, right? You should at least finish this month's work by now."

(End of this chapter)