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
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
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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