Within two days, the relationship between the two parties returned to its original state, neither far nor close, neither salty nor indifferent.

It made him doubt whether he and the other party were official CPs.

Other people's love lines are all a smooth rising curve, why is mine a wavy line?

It’s quite outrageous!

But more than this, what concerned Meng Lang more was Lin Haitang's "specialness".

In the last episode, I tried it again, this time the subject of the experiment was Meng Qingqing.

As a biological sister, she is a direct blood relative, and her blood type matches her, so she is not adopted, but this autobiography still dismisses her.

So far, Lin Haitang is still the only "author".

This is a bit surprising.

Then here comes the problem.

What is it about Lin Haitang that makes his autobiography treat him differently?

Or, is there some similarity between him and Lin Haitang, and this similarity is the key to "approval" in the autobiography?

Meng Lang looked at the busy Lin Haitang thoughtfully.

Known Lin Haitang: female, 2? years old, ethnic group, height 16?, weight???.

Blood type:???Date of birth???……

Well……

Well, Meng Lang suddenly realized that his understanding of Lin Haitang was really pitiful.

After all, they have known each other for less than a month.

There is so little information that it is impossible to judge what is special about Lin Haitang.

It seems like we have to find a way to get to know each other...

Meng Lang was a little lost in thought, and Lin Haitang, who he kept staring at, felt a little uncomfortable.

"Ahem! I'm going to change clothes."

"Bang!" The bedroom door was closed.

Meng Lang looked away with a hint of regret, and suddenly saw Xiao Yu serving rice, and couldn't help but move closer.

"Xiaoyu, let me ask you something."

"what's up?"

"Is there anything special about your sister compared to ordinary people?"

"Very special?" Xiaoyu tilted her head and thought for a moment.

"Very pretty?"

rash:"……"

If this book is also about appearance...

No! I probably wouldn’t have been selected based on my looks...

Orz!

"Kacha!" At this moment, the door was opened with a key board hanging on it, as if the charterer who had just returned from collecting the rent walked in excitedly.

"Hey! Did you hear that a big incident happened in our community today?"

"What big event?"

"I heard that a naughty kid threw an apple from the 18th floor. Guess what happened?

Hahahaha... you must not have thought of it, ahhahaha... goose goose goose..."

Yan Weiwei hugged her belly and collapsed on the sofa with a smile.

Meng Lang looked at Yan Weiwei speechlessly, who was laughing like a goose.

There are people like this who have a very low sense of humor and still like to tell jokes.

As a result, when telling a joke, I laughed like a dog first, causing the joke to completely lose its soul...

"As a result, it hit his mother, and his father beat him half to death."

"Goose!" The laughter stopped abruptly.

"You can guess this?" Yan Weiwei's eyes widened and she immediately realized what she was doing.

"Oh! Did you go to see the fun too?"

"I'm not just watching the fun, I'm also very involved."

Yan Weiwei couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"When someone throws an apple and hits his own mother, how do you get involved?

Why didn't you say you planned this scandal?"

Hmm...your intuition is still as sharp as ever...

…

"Ouch! How yummy!"

Yan Weiwei used the posture of a vicious dog to pounce on food, "clang-clang-clang" and plucked at the egg fried rice in the bowl.

Meng Lang on the other side was eating at no slow speed.

Even as a veteran rice fan, Meng Lang had to admit that this egg fried rice fully demonstrated the level of a master!

The eggs evenly coated each grain of rice, and the color was even, not too tender or too old, making the whole bowl of rice appear an attractive golden color.

The rice is just right in softness and glutinousness, the proportion of seasonings is just right, the oil, rice, and eggs are fully mixed, and the soft and tender eggs wrap around the elastic rice. It is a complete enjoyment for the tongue.

The fragrance of chopped green onions and the mixed aroma of eggs and rice give people an unstoppable appetite.

While eating, I couldn't help but sigh.

It is so happy to have a meal together and realize the freedom of food...

It's no wonder that my brother couldn't stand the temptation. This cooking skill firmly grabbed his stomach...

"One more bowl!" X2

"Huh?" X2

The eyes of Meng Lang and Yan Weiwei collided in the air, creating fierce sparks.

"You've already eaten two bowls, and you're still eating! Aren't you afraid of getting fat?"

"You don't have to worry about it. People who practice martial arts have big appetites. No matter how much they eat, they won't be afraid of affecting their figure!

But you, if you eat so much, be careful of indigestion!"

Huh? What the other party said makes sense!

Meng Lang suddenly remembered that his overworked stomach was completely incomparable to that of the big eater opposite him, and it could not withstand the torment of overeating.

Life is important, life is important!

I could only reluctantly put down the kuaizi, filled a bowl of clear seaweed soup, and watched the other person smiling proudly while sipping it.

"Hehe! Is the egg fried rice made by my sister delicious? She used to cook it for me as soon as she came home, and I could eat a big pot every time." Xiaoyu showed off her sister with a proud look on her face.

"Hmm! This egg fried rice has three flavors. By the way, where did Lawyer Lin learn his cooking skills?"

Meng Lang remembered his mission and asked seemingly casually.

It's too abrupt to ask directly, so it's always okay to find out more indirectly, right?

"My father taught me." Lin Haitang took a mouthful of rice and said calmly.

"Uh..." Meng Lang was stunned for a moment.

Father? I thought he was an alcoholic, but I didn’t expect...

Meng Lang had a warm picture in his mind of a father teaching his little cotton-padded jacket how to cook with a loving look on his face...

Also, if it wasn't for a sudden change, why would there be a father who was depressed from the beginning?

Come to think of it, Lin Haitang's feelings for his father are probably extremely complicated, so he must endure his excessive demands...

But if you accidentally mention someone's sadness, how can you talk about it next?

I haven't seen Xiaoyu yet, but now I'm just staring at my nose and watching my heart like a quail.

Before the topic even got deeper, Meng Lang was peppered with a question. He felt a bit muggle-like about what he should say to lighten the atmosphere, which made him feel depressed.

"Goose!" Yan Weiwei burped after finishing another bowl of rice.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little strange, she rolled her eyes.

"Xiao Mengzi, how did your driving license test go?"
To be continued...