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Chapter 216 - 168: Gifts_3

Chapter 216: Chapter 168: Gifts_3

The fragrant scallions mixed with the aroma of eggs and rice awakens an unstoppable appetite.

While eating, one can’t help but sigh.

Sharing meals 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?"

Meng 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, Meng Lang remembered 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 time my sister comes home, she makes it for me, 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?"

Meng 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 me," Lin Haitang replied with a faint voice while picking up some rice.

"Er..." Meng Lang was taken aback for a moment.

The father? I thought he was a drunkard, but to think...

Meng 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 extremely complex, which is why he endures his father’s excessive demands...

But accidentally touching on a sore spot for someone, how do you continue the conversation now?

Not to mention Xiao Yu, who now looks like a quail silently practicing mindfulness.

The topic had barely deepened before Meng 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 Mengzi, how’s your driving license exam coming along?"

Meng 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 means you’re not driving tomorrow?"

"Hmm?" Meng 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!

Meng 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 game, where the loser has to drink."

"Hmm? What game do you want to play?" Yan Weiwei asked warily.

"Don’t worry, the game 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 game is it?"

"Hehe!" Meng Lang chuckled mischievously...