After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 330 Mom and Dad may be alive
Nan Song took the carved airplane model to the machine room for polishing. He thought it was completely perfect, so he sent someone to send it to Yan Yuan.

Attached is a card:
"Throw a peach in return and repay a plum in return. - Song of the South."

Hope he will like it.

If you stay in the Magic City Castle and can't go out, you have to find some fun for yourself.

Perhaps because he was afraid that his younger sister would be bored by being alone, Luo Junheng did not go out to work today and stayed at home.

Nan Song wandered to the kitchen, planning to cook something delicious for his eldest brother.

The Magic City Castle has a Michelin-starred restaurant, and the chefs hired are all international five-star chefs, and they are excellent at cooking Western food.

But for a Chinese stomach like Nan Song, eating Western food once or twice is fine. If you eat it every day, you will feel that... Chinese food is still broad and profound.

She put on her apron and chef's hat in a decent manner, and began to knead the dough and wrap up the ravioli.

On the stove, a lotus leaf chicken is stewed.

In fact, there are not many local ingredients in China abroad. Even the flour is high-gluten flour used for making bread. Luo Junheng knew that she was not used to eating Western food, so she specially asked people to purchase these ingredients.

It's just that the castle's chef can cook Chinese food, but the taste is not authentic, so Nan Song simply cooks it himself.

Ladle the chicken soup into another pot and add the wrapped ravioli.

On the other stove, the fire was turned on, and Nan Song began to stir-fry vegetables vigorously.

She was guarding three stoves by herself, but she didn't panic at all. She was still humming in a calm and relaxed manner, but the song she was humming was out of tune and her voice was hoarse and sarcastic.

After Luo Junheng finished handling his official duties, he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyebrows. He glanced at the clock and was about to ask the butler why he hadn't started dinner yet.

A burst of fragrance wafted from the crack in the door, and the taste buds suddenly opened.

There was a knock on the door, and Luo Junheng said "Come in," and then the door was pushed open, and Nan Song's pretty face came in, "Brother, it's time to eat~"

Sitting in the dining room, looking at the dazzling array of Chinese food on the table, Luo Junheng's blue eyes lit up, as if they contained the Milky Way.

Chicken soup wontons, lotus leaf chicken, sweet and sour pork ribs, squirrel mandarin fish, tomato scrambled eggs and braised bamboo shoots are all home-cooked dishes, but they attract greedy people everywhere.

Luo Junheng had a clear voice and looked at his sister, "Did you do it?"

"Yes."

Nan Song nodded, sat down opposite him, and said with a smile: "It's been a long time since you've eaten the food I cooked. Let's try my cooking skills to see if there's any deterioration."

She handed the chopsticks to her eldest brother, and Luo Junheng took it and moved the chopsticks impatiently.

In line with the principle of not wasting, there are many types of dishes, but the portions are not large.

Luo Junheng picked up a piece of spareribs, and as soon as he ate it into his mouth, his eyes lit up a little more. It tasted just like he remembered, even better.

"How about it?"

He raised his head, looked at his sister's smart eyes that were curved like crescent moons, lightly pursed his lower lip, and said with a smile: "It's delicious."

Nan Song laughed happily, "If it tastes good, eat more."

The brother and sister sat face to face, chatting while eating, a rare relaxing time.

Luo Junheng is half Chinese, and he spent a long time in China as a child, so he has a very deep attachment to Chinese food.

The days I lived in the Rose Garden were the happiest times.

Both my mother and my father can cook. They are very busy at work, but when they have time, they cook by themselves, cook for their brothers and sisters, and feed them well.

At that time, he felt that his home was small, but he had many relatives, and he spent every day in happiness and joy.

He thought it would be a lifetime, but he didn't expect it to be so short.

Some people use their whole life to heal their childhood, and some people use their childhood to heal their whole life. He is the latter.

Seeing that Luo Junheng was enjoying the meal, Nan Song raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "How about it, brother? The food I cook is better than what my mother cooks, isn't it?"

Luo Junheng said: "Absolutely."

"How is that possible!" Nan Song refused, "On this tomato, I can peel it more cleanly than her. My mother used to be too lazy and never peeled tomatoes when making scrambled eggs. I am much more diligent than her."

Luo Junheng pursed his lower lip lightly, and then said: "Well, it's delicious without peeling."

"..."

Nan Song rolled his eyes speechlessly, "Okay, I know you are my mother's loyal supporter, so what do I mean as a younger sister?"

She curled her lips, and Luo Junheng laughed when he looked at her aggrieved appearance.

He looked deeply at his little sister's face, which resembled his mother's, and the smile on her face gradually faded. After pondering for a moment, he suddenly said: "Maybe, mom is really still alive."

With a "pop" sound, the chopsticks in Nan Song's hand fell to the ground.

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In the swimming pool, there is a figure as graceful as a swimming fish.

Swim over, swing over.

Nan Song soaked in the water for almost the entire afternoon, trying to clear up his chaotic brain.

The eldest brother told her that her parents might not be dead.

He told her that the two bodies that were burned in the car were not actually those of his parents, and that the forensic doctor who did the identification was the one he arranged to get in.

In other words, the results of the forensic examination are false.

"At first, I didn't want others to touch my mother's body. Later, after the forensic identification results, they told me that the two bodies were not those of my mother and baby daddy, and I knew it."

Nan Song's eyes turned red, "Then why? Why didn't you tell me right away?"

Luo Junheng said: "Not only did I not tell you, I also kept it a secret from all of you. Because I didn't find any trace of them."

He said solemnly: "I'm afraid that if I alert the enemy, it will ruin their plan and bring you danger."

"what about now?"

Nan Song didn't care to pursue this. He pulled Luo Junheng and asked anxiously, "Has their whereabouts been found now?"

Luo Junheng shook his head, but said: "But, Sean started to make moves again."

Nan Song's pupils shrank heavily.

"You know what that means."

Luo Junheng's voice was calm, "Sean and Qiao Leng have different purposes. What Qiao Leng wants is inheritance; but what Sean wants is destruction."

"Wow!"

Nan Song surfaced and saw Xiang Zuo holding her vibrating mobile phone and shouting her name loudly.

She walked up the ladder and put a large white towel on Nan Song. Nan Song took the phone from Xiang's left hand and saw that both Cheng Xian and Bai Luyu had called her.

She first called Cheng Xian back, then sat on the recliner and took a sip of juice. When the call was connected, she asked, "Brother Cheng, do you have anything to do with me?"

Cheng Xianyan said concisely and concisely: "Zhuoyue, you have been released."

Nan Song looked stunned.

Zhuo Yue actually applied for medical parole and was released just like that.

After understanding the situation, Nan Song hung up the phone and called back to the younger brother. As soon as Bai Luyu answered the phone, he said: "My aunt, you have answered the phone!"

Hearing the little brother's voice, for a moment Nan Song almost blurted out the news that his parents were not dead.

But thinking of his elder brother's instructions, he still held back the words.

Bai Luyu also told Nan Song the news of Zhuoyue being released.

"Brother Cheng just told me that it was related to the director selling it, and it was also related to Zhuo Xuan?"

Nan Song's watery eyes were cool, and he sneered, "These two aunts and nephews really can't stop the wildfire, and the spring breeze blows them again."

(End of this chapter)