Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Nightmare Assault
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
My Iyashikei Game
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 195: Methods
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 273: Treatment
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1080.5- Cloud Peak occupying the rankings (2)
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 900: All Life (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1080- Cloud Peak occupying the rankings
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 305 - Tales About Lin Moyu
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 571: Discussing Business
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 215: On the City Walls
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 194: Guardians
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 272: Wan Jie
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1079- No Yellow Ball
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 899: Heaven and Man in One Body
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 304 - Instakilling The Opponent And Passing The Assessment
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1078.5- China's ten strongest mutated lifeforms (2)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3808: The Skyscraping World Opens
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 570.4: The Past is Nothing But a Memory - Part 4
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 5: ‘Calamity Online’, Coming Soon!
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 214: Allegiance
Erm…! How do I deal with this? Chen Heng had never encountered such a situation before.
“It’s fine now, Elder Brother. Let’s eat!” After Sirin cried for a while, she gradually regained control of her emotions without needing Chen Heng to console her.
“Phew! Alright. Let’s eat!” Chen Heng heaved a sigh of relief.
“Sirin, you don’t know how to use chopsticks, right?” Chen Heng noticed that Sirin found chopsticks awkward to use. Then, he recalled that Sirin was not from China, so she probably did not know how to use chopsticks.
“Come, I’ll teach you. First, you hold the chopsticks like this.”
Ding dong! Ding dong! While Chen Heng taught Sirin how to use chopsticks, the doorbell rang.
“Sirin, continue eating first. I’ll go see who it is.” Chen Heng walked to the door and used the peephole to check who rang the doorbell.
“Oh! It’s Qingtong. Come in quickly!” Chen Heng opened the door and invited Mo Qingtong in.
“It smells delicious. Where did you order from this time?” Mo Qingtong asked about food the moment she entered. This gave Chen Heng three seconds of heartache.
“What do you mean ordered? I made this! I cooked dinner for Sirin today. You know Sirin, right?” Chen Heng tried asking about Sirin. The customer service had only mentioned a temporary legal identity in this world but did not explain what precisely that covered.
“Sirin? Isn’t that the young girl your parents adopted and fostered in Siberia? Did she return today? Wait, that’s not right. The more important thing is you can cook?” Mo Qingtong turned an extremely suspicious gaze on Chen Heng.
[Author Note: The effect of the legal identity was to make all suspicious matters appear reasonable. Under normal circumstances, how could someone adopt a child, then send that child to another country to be fostered?]
How excellent! She knows it even better than I do. I did not even know that Sirin is Siberian.
“Isn’t it because Sirin was returning? I trained in cooking over the past few days just for this. Want to try?”
“Alright, I’ll give it a try.” Mo Qingtong was eag
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