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On this day, Ye Qingqing had no intention of listening to the class, and spent the whole day wandering about too much, thinking about Ling Noodle Cake.
Why is the Lingfen Cake made by Tang Bao so similar to the Tang Yuan Yuan?
Tang Yuan Yuan said before that the water chestnut cake she made was taught to her by her father. The ratio of water chestnut powder to glutinous rice flour, as well as adding wolfberry, were all the creations of Tang father.
But now...
Ye Qingqing's heart was turbulent. In fact, she already had a conclusion in her heart, but it was too incredible, she couldn't believe it.
How could it be so coincidental?
It's a pity that the dumplings don't have a photo of Dad Tang, otherwise, as long as you compare the photos, the truth will be revealed.
But the more Ye Qingqing thought about it, the more she felt that Tang Bao was Daddy Tang.
The first pickled Duxian can be said to be a coincidence.
But this time Lingfen cake, can it be a coincidence?
The time is also right, Tang Bao was found by Grandma Gu on the mountain eight years ago, and Papa Tang disappeared eight years ago.
Tang Bao has a Pingjiang accent and speaks very slowly. As for his age, Ye Qing does not think it is contradictory. Tang Bao has a bun face and looks tender. Maybe his actual age is forty-five!
There is also the name Tang Bao, which Granny Gu heard from Tang Bao, but Tang Bao was seriously injured at the time, and she spoke intermittently, which was unclear. Maybe Granny Gu didn't hear it clearly.
Soup buns... Tang Bao...
Obviously the two names are very similar.
The more Ye Qingqing thought about it, the more excited she became.
As long as Tang Yuanyuan eats the Lingfen Cake made by Tang Bao, she will definitely be able to taste her father's taste.
After school was finally over, Ye Qingqing carried his schoolbag and rushed out. Tangyuanyuan's house was a 20-minute drive from the school. It was a bungalow with an independent yard.
After Papa Tang disappeared, the owner of the house became Wen Sumei.
There was a chubby little boy playing ball in the yard, and a beautiful woman in her thirties was watching. Ye Qingqing guessed that this woman should be Wen Sumei, Tang Yuanyuan's cruel mother.
She is indeed very beautiful, even if she is in her forties, she is still a **** and her charm is still there.
"I'm a classmate of Tang Yuan Yuan. I heard that she is sick." Ye Qingqing said directly.
Wen Sumei was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that the eldest daughter, who was silent, actually had friends?
Thinking of the changes in the dumplings during this time, Wen Sumei was choked up and her face was a little ugly.
The eldest daughter is very similar to her father. She has lost weight and looks more like her. When she sees that similar face, she panics in her heart.
"In the house, come in!"
Although Wen Sumei did not welcome Ye Qingqing, she still invited her in out of face.
The decoration of the living room looks magnificent, it is the European style that has been particularly popular in the past two years, and it should be installed not long ago.
A young girl was sitting on the sofa watching TV. Although she was many years younger, Ye Qingqing still recognized her as Green Tea Biao Yu Jasmine.
The plain face and five short statures are really not good-looking, let alone cute. Even if the dumplings are round and fat, they will look a hundred times better than this green tea watch!
Yu Moli ignored Ye Qingqing, her eyes were full of disgust, she hated any good-looking girl of the same age.
Ye Qingqing sneered secretly and said deliberately, "Auntie, is she your babysitter?"
Yu Moli's complexion changed greatly, and she scolded loudly, "You are blind, you are the little nanny!"
Ye Qingqing smiled, "I'm sorry, you don't look like Auntie at all, I thought it was a babysitter!"
She glanced proudly at Yu Moli, who had an ugly face, turned and walked upstairs. Tang Yuan Yuan lived on the second floor.
Huh, little one!
Sister came back and tortured you to death!