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"They are father and daughter after all. Other than when godfather left for ten years without returning, godfather has never felt sorry for them. Even after all these years in the United States, godfather has never looked for Little San."

"Yang Zhi sat on the sofa in the hall and his entire body collapsed.

He didn't plan to go up anymore. With Tang Sixuan the girl, and adding the fact that his foster father's words seemed to have a connection to Tang Sixuan, Yang Zhi was truly a little afraid.

"Fober, I won't be going up. Tell godfather that I'm too tired and will go to sleep first.

leaned on the sofa and said softly.

"Young Master should go to your room to rest.

"The Fober smiled.

Yang Zhi nodded, said that he was a little hungry, and got a servant to bring some dessert and midnight snack over to his room. After that, he walked to his own bedroom on the second floor.

However, Yang Zhi was too tired, and just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard that someone had sent Xiao Wen over, but was unable to get up.

The next day, Yang Zhi woke up with a parched mouth. He wore his pajamas and went downstairs to get a cup of tea. However, he heard a burst of noise coming from the kitchen, so Yang Zhi curiously walked over.

In the kitchen, Tang Sixuan was wearing a pure white dress with a ponytail, and a waist-length skirt that was currently frying eggs. However, her movements were still not nimble enough, and not only was the kitchen in a mess, her exquisite and beautiful face was also stained with many transparent proteins. Two kitchen cooks at the side, who were at a loss as to what to do, stood at the side, not knowing what to do.

When they were preparing to make breakfast early in the morning, Tang Sixuan had ran into the kitchen to expropriate the kitchen and had the two cooks teach her how to cook breakfast. But she couldn't be disturbed, even if the kitchen was messed up, she wouldn't allow the cooks to clean it up.

Yang Zhi waved his hand and asked the two kitchen maids to go to the reserve kitchen to prepare breakfast for everyone. He temporarily gave them to the kitchen owner.

Looking at Tang Sixuan's serious back figure, Yang Zhi suddenly felt like laughing. It was not a ridicule, but a very warm feeling that made people feel happy.

However, the fragrance of the fried eggs and the girl still pervaded the air, and flowed into Yang Zhi's nose, stimulating his hormone secretion.

He grabbed a large bottle of water from the fridge, ran to his glass, and downed it, extinguishing the early morning fire beneath him and burping. If he had been any slower, he would have really been his godfather's son.

"Humph!"

"Tang Sixuan had long noticed Yang Zhi's approach, it's just that he did not greet him because he was focusing on cooking the eggs. Hearing Yang Zhi's actions, he even burped, and snorted a few words with a hint of disdain.

"I say, First Miss, if you do this, we won't be able to eat breakfast. Even godfathers will starve or even get food poisoning.

"Yang Zhi poured some cold water on himself again and walked over to the table which was made of granite. He said this very viciously without leaving any face for Tang Sixuan at all.

As expected, Tang Sixuan, who had a bad impression of Yang Zhi and could even be said to be disgusted with her cooking skills, suddenly blushed when she heard Yang Zhi saying that her cooking skills were not good enough. She raised her shovel and waved it at Yang Zhi: "Who cares!

"Yang Zhi quickly dodged the flying oil stains and egg dregs, and retreated to the side.

"Humph!"

"Seeing that Yang Zhi has been chased away, Tang Sixuan started to busy with cooking the fried eggs again, but the pot was already slightly burnt, and thick white smoke started to emit from it.

Yang Zhi leaned on the refrigerator and shook his head, thinking that it was indeed fair for God to make people. Although Tang Sixuan was beautiful, but in terms of cooking, it could be said that she was lacking in terms of doing household chores like washing and cooking.

Seeing Tang Sixuan pour the fried egg into the trash bin, Yang Zhi curiously looked at the trash can and counted. He discovered that there were already four to five black ashes.

After cleaning the frying pan, Tang Sixuan once again poured the oil. Looking at her extravagant appearance, Yang Zhi could not help but say: "There's no need for too much oil, it's enough!

Enough!

Stop falling!

"Tang Sixuan turned her head and stared at Yang Zhi, her tender lips slightly opened, as though she wanted to berate Yang Zhi, but she abruptly stopped herself in her tracks.

"Mm, it's time to sprinkle some salt onto the eggs with a spoon. The old man has a heavier taste, so sprinkle more salt on the eggs, and some MSG as well."

"You are so long-winded!

"Tang Sixuan.

"Little Fire, hurry and use Little Fire. Wait for the egg white and light yellow to solidify."

"Yang Zhi.

"Got it!"

Don't disturb me!

"Hurry up and turn the tables!"

If he did not turn the tables, it would become muddled!

"AHH!"

Too late!

"During the meal, Old Master Tang looked curiously at the fried egg in front of him that was greatly appetizing, and then looked at Tang Sixuan who was standing at the side. Although his face looked relaxed and disdainful, it was not hard to see that it was a little oily on Tang Sixuan's face.

A cheerful smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

"Xiao-Xiao, what's there to laugh about? Hurry up and eat breakfast."

"The old man's gaze made Tang Sixuan a little guilty. He avoided the old man's gaze and looked towards the side, urging the old man to eat.

Old Master Tang was grinning from ear to ear. He quickly picked up the chopsticks, picked up the fried egg and put it into his mouth.

"Hmm —" After biting off half of the fried eggs in one bite, the old man closed his eyes as he chewed, as if he was carefully tasting the flavor.

Tang Sixuan's breath quickened, she pursed her lips and placed her hands behind her back to play with her index fingers, from time to time she would pinch the ribbon on her skirt and stare at the old man with his big shining eyes, like a primary school student facing a teacher examination.

Downstairs, Yang Zhi and Fober were eating together. Although Fober was nominally the old man's butler, Fober was actually the old man's trusted brother. Yang Zhi had to call him senior.

At this time, in the villa, other than the servants, there were the father, daughter, Yang Zhi and the Fober. Yang Zhi read today's New York Times as he ate fried dough sticks, and occasionally discussed with the Fober about the recent situation in New York.

Yang Zhi was prepared to take advantage of the time that he had with the Old Man in America for three to four months to adjust his power. The main reason was that during the previous operation, Wolf Fang Group 6 had more or less suffered losses, and thought that it was about time he absorbed some of his elite members. The Blue Lotus Society was originally a peripheral organization for Wolf Fang to nurture new disciples, and only when the Blue Lotus Society obtained a certain amount of recognition would he be able to enter the deeper level of the Wolf Fang Group 6.

Yang Zhi planned to discuss this with the old man. Back then, the Blue Lotus Society was established by the Old Master of the Pi Xiu Gang, and although Yang Zhi was the leader of two organizations, he should still seek the opinion of his godfather Tang Kun in order to dispatch people to the Blue Lotus Society on a large scale.