The fragrant scallions mixed with the aroma of eggs and rice awakens an unstoppable appetite.
While eating, one can’t help but sigh.
Sharing als and enjoying food freedom, it’s truly blissful...
No wonder my brother couldn’t resist the temptation, this culinary skill firmly captivates my stomach...
"Another bowl!"
"Hmm?"
ng Lang and Yan Weiwei’s gazes collided in midair, sparking a fierce clash.
"You’ve already had two bowls, and you want more! Aren’t you afraid of getting fat?"
"Mind your own business, martial artists need a lot of food, and no matter how much I eat, it won’t affect my figure!
But you, eating that much, be careful not to get indigestion!"
Huh? What the other person said makes sense!
Suddenly, ng Lang rembered that his delicate stomach couldn’t handle binge eating like the big-eater opposite him.
My life is important, my life is important!
Reluctantly putting down his chopsticks, he ladled a bowl of light seaweed soup, sipping it while watching the other person laughing triumphantly.
"Hehe! The egg fried rice my sister makes is delicious, isn’t it? Every ti my sister cos ho, she makes it for , and I can eat a whole pot," Xiao Yu boasted proudly of her sister.
"Yeah! This egg fried rice perfectly captures the three essences of rice. By the way, where did Lawyer Lin learn to cook like this?"
ng Lang, recalling his mission, asked seemingly casually.
Asking directly would be too abrupt, but it’s always okay to subtly learn a bit, right?
"My father taught ," Lin Haitang replied with a faint voice while picking up so rice.
"Er..." ng Lang was taken aback for a mont.
The father? I thought he was a drunkard, but to think...
ng Lang envisioned a warm scene in which a father lovingly teaches his little cotton-padded jacket to cook...
That’s right, no father starts off as callous without a sudden change.
Probably, Lin Haitang’s feelings towards his father are extrely complex, which is why he endures his father’s excessive demands...
But accidentally touching on a sore spot for soone, how do you continue the conversation now?
Not to ntion Xiao Yu, who now looks like a quail silently practicing mindfulness.
The topic had barely deepened before ng Lang killed the conversation with one question, and now he’s a bit clueless about how to smooth things over, which really frustrates him.
"Geese!" Yan Weiwei, who had just polished off another bowl of rice, let out a satisfied burp.
Noticing the odd atmosphere, she rolled her eyes thoughtfully.
"Xiao ngzi, how’s your driving license exam coming along?"
ng Lang didn’t catch her drift, but he was quick to go along with the change of subject.
"I still have a few days before the second subject, but there shouldn’t be any problems."
There’s a mandatory gap between each test, and you can’t jump the queue.
"So that ans you’re not driving tomorrow?"
"Hmm?" ng Lang, sensing danger, grew wary.
"Duang!" Sure enough, two bottles of Moutai landed on the table, and Yan Weiwei looked at him with a sly smile, motioning with her fingers.
"Tonight, let’s have a couple of drinks."
This guy, relentless as ever!
ng Lang rolled his eyes in his mind.
With that stubbornness and perseverance, it’s no wonder she’s suited for martial arts.
But... taking a covert glance at Lin Haitang, suddenly he had an idea.
"Sure! But just drinking is boring! Let’s play a more interesting ga, where the loser has to drink."
"Hmm? What ga do you want to play?" Yan Weiwei asked warily.
"Don’t worry, the ga is absolutely fair, not only fun but also fosters friendship and deepens mutual understanding.
If you haven’t played it, you can’t call yourself true friends!"
"What ga is it?"
"Hehe!" ng Lang chuckled mischievously...
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