Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3844: Assassination
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 276: Bride
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 355: The Most Normal Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1230- Everyone's world
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 969: White Bone Divine Lord
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.13 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 342 - The Foundational Battle Over 600 Years Ago
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 38.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1229- Cloud Peak defense system
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 643.2: The Temple Master Isn't Invincible, the Great Sword Immortal Has Already Entered the City - Part 2
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3843: Medicinal Gardens in the Skyscraping World
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 354: The Correct Day
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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