Chapter 583
Then she felt a bit lost, wondering what to do next.
“Today, let me teach you?”
“Um…”
Hearing Chef Li’s timely voice, she silently nodded, only to feel warmth behind her as she leaned against a solid chest, warm breath brushing against her ear.
Li Mo had wrapped her in his embrace.
“I thought you were going to teach me…”
“Exactly, hand in hand.”
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P.S.: The New Year is approaching, and I need to get up early tomorrow, so I’m going to take a nap first and then get up to write that chapter in the early morning.
To all the viewers, try not to stay up too late; you can read it in the morning. Mwah!
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**Chapter 674: Three Strategies**
Feeling the icy figure’s breath and warmth, Li Mo naturally took her hand, chopping vegetables while whispering in her ear.
He shared cooking tips, like how to handle baby bok choy.
Don’t underestimate baby bok choy; it may seem simple, but it tests your basic skills.
You see, the more he spoke, the faster the icy figure’s heart raced, proving that cooking baby bok choy could be quite thrilling.
“It’s best to add hot water when stir-frying; this prevents the bok choy from releasing too much water and becoming mushy.”
Listening to the warm voice in her ear, Ying Bing softly nodded.
Not sure if it was to distract herself, she looked at the dish she had made and picked up a piece to taste.
Just as she was about to put it in her mouth, she noticed a mouth sneaking up from behind her ear, seemingly wanting a taste too.
Ying Bing pursed her lips and stuffed the bok choy into Li Mo’s mouth.
“I know you’re hungry, go ahead and eat.”
“I want something delicious,” Li Mo said, his cheeks puffing out as he looked at her eagerly.
Ying Bing raised an eyebrow, her tone teasing, “Isn’t what you taught me how to make not good enough?”
How could it not be good?
The icy figure had been completely relaxed against him, hardly doing anything, just guiding her hand through the motions, essentially doing it himself.
“Hey…”
Li Mo opened his mouth, only to be silenced by a delicate hand covering it.
The icy figure, with a wary look in her eyes, stopped him from making a big reveal:
“Uncle Li and Aunt Gu are coming back soon.”
With that, she pushed him away, urging him to tidy up the table.
Before long, Gu Xueqin and Li Dalong returned home. As soon as they walked in, they saw Li Mo sitting there, and the couple felt a weight lift off their shoulders.
No matter what had happened at Qingyuan Sect, their son was safe and sound.
With no time to ask anything else, they spotted Ying Bing coming out of the kitchen with a dish.
Gu Xueqin paused for a moment, quickly realizing that dinner was being prepared by little Bing.
“Wow, little Bing is cooking! Li Mo, look at you, sitting there without offering to help.”
Li Mo: “??”
Wait, what do you mean he didn’t offer to help?
He was literally guiding her hand!
“Bing Bing made this under my instruction,” Li Mo couldn’t help but say.
“Yeah, he taught me,” Ying Bing nodded sweetly, looking quite obedient.
Li Dalong took a bite of the baby bok choy and clapped his hands before he even started chewing. “Delicious! So good! I’d say little Bing is a culinary genius.”
“…”
Gu Xueqin noticed her son leaning back slightly, a look of disbelief on his face as he distanced himself from his father. She immediately frowned:
“Why are you sitting so far away? Don’t you plan to eat?”
“I’m afraid the lightning will hit me when Dad’s crossing his tribulation.”
“?”
Gu Xueqin had no idea what had gotten into her son. She set down her things and went to help Ying Bing, pulling her to sit at the table.
“When little Bing first came to our family, she had her hair in pigtails, looking like a porcelain doll. Now she’s all grown up.”
Looking at Ying Bing, who had her hair tied back in a neat ponytail, exuding grace and beauty, Gu Xueqin couldn’t help but soften her expression:
“I know Li Mo often causes trouble, and when we’re not around, it’s thanks to you for taking care of him.”
Li Dalong chimed in, “Yes, little Bing, you’re always sensible and know your limits. If he ever makes you angry, just let us know.”
Li Mo scratched his head, feeling like he’d heard this before.
Oh, right! His parents had said something similar when they sent him to school.
Am I really that childish?
Lost in thought, he noticed the icy figure glancing at him, her eyes narrowed with a hint of amusement.
“He’s helped me a lot too; we support each other.”
“Good, that’s good.”
Gu Xueqin looked at her, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, then glanced at her son:
“Li Mo, little Bing has grown up in our family; I’ve come to see her as my own. I can’t bear to let her leave the Li family. Why don’t you let her call me ‘Mom’ from now on?”
Li Mo pretended to ponder, but he couldn’t suppress the grin creeping onto his face. “Um, that sounds good.”
“No wonder you always call little Bing ‘sister.’ Now that Mom has another daughter, you’ve got an extra sister.”
“Good… wait? That won’t do!”
Li Mo’s smile vanished in an instant.
Even Ying Bing fluttered her eyelashes, saying, “If I’m not a daughter, I can still be like a daughter.”
“Eat your vegetables, eat your vegetables, haha…”
Hearing this, Li Dalong chuckled and gave his wife an approving look.
He knew what she was thinking; it was hard to let go, but she had said that on purpose to gauge little Bing’s feelings.
And to nudge the two kids to settle things.
This was a last resort.
The couple hadn’t returned to Qinghe County just to wait anxiously for good news.
He didn’t know how to hint at it, but his wife had already pushed the limits.
During dinner, the couple chatted warmly with Ying Bing, showering her with parental love, leaving Li Mo’s head buzzing.
His parents always talked about having a complete family; if only the icy figure were truly their daughter, wouldn’t that be something?
Such matters… like a tonic…
Li Mo felt restless, unable to eat a single bite. He waited until dinner was over before pulling the icy figure away.
Watching the two of them head upstairs, Gu Xueqin and Li Dalong exchanged knowing smiles.
…
“Bing Bing, you saw it too; Mrs. Gu is practically going crazy wanting to hear you call her ‘Mom.’”
Li Mo closed the door, revealing Ying Bing’s serious expression, devoid of any playful demeanor.
“What should we do?”
Ying Bing bit her lip, finding his flustered expression increasingly amusing.
“Don’t worry; you know I’m a genius.”
Li Mo held up three fingers:
“I have three strategies.”
Ying Bing leaned against the soft couch, propping her chin on her hand, asking, “What’s the best strategy?”
“Let Mom skip the phase of wanting a complete family and go straight to doting on grandchildren, getting lost in it and unable to extricate herself!”
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**Chapter 675: The Regret of the Little Childish Ghost Losing Li Mo?**
Dusk had faded, and night had fallen, yet the third floor of the Autumn Water Pavilion remained unlit.
Li Mo lounged casually in the middle of the soft couch, while Ying Bing sat beside him, her legs crossed, her small feet swinging playfully, her beautiful eyes sparkling in the darkness.
She noticed that when Li Mo said this, his eyes looked hungry, even though he had just eaten.
Aunt Gu’s grandson, who was also Li Mo’s child.
So the question arises: since Li Mo is a boy, he can’t have children. Who will give birth to the childish ghost’s childish ghost?
And besides…
How should babies be made?
In her two lifetimes, Ying Bing had been completely clueless about this, but thanks to the system, she had glimpsed the door to a new world in the mind of a certain gentleman.
Those fragments turned into pink bubbles, swirling in her mind.
“Ahem…”
Li Mo cleared his throat, feeling a bit uneasy under Ying Bing’s intense gaze.
People tend to find something to do when they’re awkward, so he casually took off her shoes, as her swinging feet had caught the childish ghost’s attention.
“?”
By the time Ying Bing came to her senses, her long legs had naturally settled on Li Mo’s lap.
Her eyes flickered, unsure of how her little feet had developed their own intentions:
“Just one childish ghost is already overwhelming; I can’t even imagine two…”
Li Mo replied, “It doesn’t necessarily have to be a childish ghost; it could also be a little Bing Bing.”
“True…”
Ying Bing’s expression momentarily turned dreamy.
In the capital, she had seen many fathers carrying their children on their shoulders, holding their wives with the other hand. It was a perfectly ordinary scene, but if she imagined their faces as his and hers, it was an image that wouldn’t fade away…
“What’s the middle strategy?”
Ying Bing felt her head spinning and dared not think further.
“Bing Bing, we support each other; we’re essentially partners, right?”
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