ny psychological preparation at all” 。Thinking of the eccentric old Mr. Tang, who was known for his love and booming voice, she couldn't help but sigh. 。Let me tell you in advance, you'll be anxious...Chapter 625: First Time Cooking

Seeing Tang Moqing ask his military advisor group for help at night, one by one, the melon-eating crowd started to make a fuss saying he was finished. They even jokingly asked for his address, saying they wanted to send him flower wreaths.

Xiao Ya Bai glanced at her forum ID: soft and cute. She made sure she wouldn't be recognized, then joined in the commotion and posted a comment: "Heh~ The landlord is down, everyone disperse."

Because it was copied and pasted from someone else's comment, her comment was quickly lost in the sea of others.

However, she didn't mind too much.

After a while, the post was updated again: You guys better give dad some ideas. If I really cool off, you won't be able to see Bai's true face! Aren't you curious who Bai is If she doesn't forgive me today, I'll delete the post and never update it again, so you won't have anything to eat.

Xiao Ya Bai finished reading and immediately blurted out a yin-yang strange comment, knocking softly cute: Oh yo~ The landlord is threatening us Good boy, afraid, if we don't have this melon to eat, we can go eat other melons. I have a bad temper, turning fans black! Sitting and waiting for the landlord to delete the post!!!

As soon as this comment was posted, many onlookers in the comments section chimed in: "Waiting for the rich landlord to delete the post!!!"

Outside the living room.

Tang Moqing glared at the comment that had been pushed to the top, so angry he immediately banned the account “Knocking Softly Cute and Adorable” permanently and blocked it. Then, he deleted the comment.

Inside the room.

Xiao Ya Bai refreshed the page, only to find her comment was gone. Thinking she might have just missed it, she refreshed several times and scrolled down, but still couldn't find it. She then realized that her comment had been deleted.

Damn it!

She commented again with a black powder attitude, saying "rural tyrant landlord", but the result was that she couldn't comment.

Damn it, they actually deleted her comment and banned her.

Okay!

That's great!

Excellent!

Xiao Ya Bai stormed out of the forum without a second thought. She struggled and hesitated for a while, then opened Weibo and glanced at the trending topics.

The top ten trending topics were all from the Tang family. It wasn't surprising that Tang Moqing was on the hot search, but what surprised her was that Tang Yucheng was also trending. Things like "Tang Second Master National Husband" and "Tang Second Master New Male God" were all over the place.

She raised an eyebrow and clicked on the Weibo post related to Tang Yucheng, wanting to see what was going on.

The video is a live stream recording featuring both of the Tang brothers. Tang Yucheng appears more aloof and domineering, especially when sitting on the sofa with two fingers holding a cigarette, which further emphasizes his aristocratic composure. His entire body exudes an irresistible mature charm that's hard to resist.

In the video, Tang Moqing's night look, although different from Tang Yucheng's style, is no less impressive.

Perhaps Tang Moqing would occasionally post one or two photos of his styling on Weibo, and photos of him could also be found online; while Tang Yucheng was appearing in front of a large number of netizens for the first time, making people feel mysterious and amazing. People are always more interested in new things, so his popularity is naturally much higher than Tang Moqing's.

After watching this video, it became clear that the DNA paternity test report Song Xiangru presented a few days ago was fabricated in collusion with the hospital.

Then, I looked at the trending topics on the front page again.

I browsed Weibo for about an hour.

Tang Yucheng's phone call suddenly came in. Xiao Ya Bai hesitated for a moment, but still answered it.

"Second Master, what's the matter" she asked.

Over there, Tang Yucheng’s cold and low voice rang out, “Well, I want to tell you something…”

……

After hanging up the phone with Xiao Ya Bai and Tang Yu Cheng, thinking about what he said and his instructions, her mood instantly became somewhat depressed and heavy.

Thinking of Tang Moqing still being outside in the living room, and that they were currently in a state of cold treatment.

At a loss for how to break the stalemate, she simply tossed her phone aside, pulled the blanket up, and like an ostrich, hid herself under the covers.

After lying in bed for a long time, and with my illness not fully recovered, I drifted back to sleep in a hazy state.

I slept all the way until dusk.

Perhaps she had slept too much, Xiaobai woke up feeling weak and a little unwell. Looking out the window at the overcast sky, her mood inexplicably became low. A sense of loneliness filled the room.

She let out a frustrated sigh. As expected, she couldn't sleep until nightfall. The sky had darkened, and the room was eerily silent.

I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, planning to take a hot bath to refresh myself before going out for dinner.

I have finished my bath.

Just as she was blowing her hair, the doorbell rang.

Xiao Ya Bai frowned, turned off the hairdryer, combed her half-dry hair with her fingers, and then went to open the door.

"What's the matter" she asked coldly.

Tang Mo looked at her under the lamplight. She was wearing a nightgown, and he caught a whiff of the faint scent of body wash she wore. Her long hair was half-dry, and her cheeks were flushed pink, so beautiful that he was momentarily stunned.

"It's dinner time," he cleared his throat and said.

Xiao Ya Bai only glanced at him lightly, without saying anything, and casually closed the door.

Tang Mo stared at the tightly shut door, not discouraged in the least. After all, she hadn't said she didn't want to eat.

I waited for about ten minutes.

The door opened again, Xiao Ya walked out in a white dress, carrying a bag in her hand.

"No need to go out, let's eat at home. I'll cook." Tang Moqing pulled her hand towards the restaurant, his voice laced with a touch of pride and flattery.

"..." Xiao Ya's face stiffened.

He can even break a plate while washing dishes, let alone cooking.

He didn't blow up her kitchen, did he

"I don't want to eat at home, I've already made a restaurant reservation." She immediately refused.

She didn't want to eat his dark cuisine at all, not even a little bit. She definitely didn't want to end up in the hospital getting her stomach pumped.

"No, I've already cooked the meal." Tang Moqing's voice was firm as he pulled her towards the dining table.

To cheer her up, he was cooking in the kitchen for the first time in his thirty-odd years of life.

Xiao Yabai looked at the three dishes and one soup on the table: a garlic-stir-fried green vegetable, a winter bamboo shoot stir-fried with meat, shrimp in assorted vegetables, and a seaweed egg drop soup.

"Did you do this" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion.

The appearance is average, and the taste smells decent.

But she absolutely didn't believe that these home-cooked dishes were made by him.

"That's right, I made it myself." Tang Moqing chuckled lightly as he admitted, placing his hands on her shoulders and sitting down in the dining chair. "You're not fully recovered yet, you can't eat too greasy food, so I made some lighter dishes for you to try."

"Do you think I'd believe that Not long ago, even washing vegetables could make them fall apart." Xiao Ya Bai picked up a piece of stir-fried lettuce. This kind of lettuce was particularly crisp; it would wilt with the slightest touch. Don't tell her this lettuce wasn't washed.

"It was really me who did it." Tang Moqing said in a resolute tone, then paused, suddenly losing some confidence, "Just...these ingredients, I just had the staff at the supermarket process them for me."ame to his senses and asked anxiously, "You agreed to her condition of only wanting the child"He was stunned for a moment before realizing this was a blatant rhetorical question. The divorce certifica...