Read Novel Full Chapter 1074: As Beautiful as a Flower (100+ Tickets)
Chapter 1074: Chapter 1074: As Beautiful as a Flower (100+ Tickets)
"If you don’t tell us, we won’t know anything and worry even more. I haven’t slept well these past few days!" Zhang Hualian glared fiercely at Tang Yue. She had felt uneasy these days, suspecting something might have happened to Tang Yue, but Tang Yue kept her lips tightly sealed and didn’t say a word.
"And you." Suddenly, Zhang Hualian’s focus turned to Lian Qingyang.
Lian Qingyang looked innocent.
"The day you went to Su City, I clearly saw you, yet you deceived me by saying you were returning to Sea City!" Zhang Hualian complained to Lian Qingyang. If she had known earlier, even if she couldn’t help, at least she could have comforted Tang Yue after the incident!
Being able to be by her daughter’s side would make Zhang Hualian feel at ease, too.
"I-I was just worried you’d worry."
Lian Qingyang shrunk his neck, and even his voice lowered by a few pitches.
"Mom, this is Ding Ling, the person Bai Qing found to replace Wu Xin’s job. From now on, she will protect Xiao Yue." Si Yu spoke up, knowing that even if Zhang Hualian wouldn’t be too harsh, he still felt sorry.
"Hello, Uncle and Aunt, I am Ding Ling."
Ding Ling, who had been quietly sitting, smiled and introduced herself upon hearing Si Yu’s words.
Zhang Hualian scrutinized Ding Ling. The young girl looked quite youthful with her baby-faced features. Her dimples barely showed when she smiled, making her appear quite charming. But, to protect Tang Yue, wasn’t this girl a bit too young?
"Are you at least twenty?" Zhang Hualian hesitated but couldn’t help asking.
Ding Ling nodded and said, "Auntie, I am twenty-two this year."
She was twenty-two, five years younger than Xiao Yue.
With an obvious look of disbelief, Ding Ling rubbed her nose and said, "Auntie, how about I demonstrate my skills for you?"
"No need," Zhang Hualian replied, though her eyes showed eagerness. The person protecting Xiao Yue hereafter should not be weaker than Xiao Yue, or else, who would be protecting whom?
Lian Qingyang looked around. Mr. Tang was too old; it wasn’t suitable. His mother was a delicate lady and was even less suitable, and his brother-in-law was injured. There was no way they could let his sister do it, right?
Lian Qingyang volunteered, "Ding Ling, how about we spar to put my mom’s mind at ease?"
"Sure."
Ding Ling wasn’t displeased at all. Her appearance was indeed very misleading.
The group moved from the living room to a large room next door, specially left vacant for Chenchen, who loved dancing, and it was just perfect for the occasion.
Fifteen minutes later, Lian Qingyang lost, and he lost decisively.
Lian Qingyang looked at Ding Ling with desperation. He had intended to go easy, but now he had no such thought left.
In the past, he couldn’t beat Bai Qing, and now he couldn’t even win against a 22-year-old girl like Ding Ling?
"Again."
Lian Qingyang, unwilling to accept defeat, went for it again.
Zhang Hualian was about to speak, but Tang Yue quickly held her back, saying, "Mom, just let them go at it. Xiao Yang would definitely be upset if he lost, so let him be; he won’t get hurt anyway."
"That’s true. But, that young girl who looks like a flower is really skilled." Zhang Hualian was completely impressed by Ding Ling. She had thought Wu Xin was already impressive, but standing Ding Ling next to Wu Xin, Wu Xin suddenly didn’t seem as formidable.
The most astonishing thing was that Ding Ling was only twenty-two!
She looked like a little girl of eighteen.
Si Yu squinted slightly, realizing that Bai Qing’s training place indeed produced talents. Such impressive people.
The second round ended even faster with Lian Qingyang losing.
Lian Qingyang lay on the wooden floor, feeling utterly defeated. Why, after improving so much, could he still not win against a young girl?
"Uncle, why are you so weak?"
Secretly watching, Chenchen saw her uncle being knocked down, ran over with her little legs, and gave her uncle a kiss, saying, "Uncle, get up, let’s go again, keep it up."
Chenchen made fists with her little hands, cheering for Lian Qingyang.
"Chenchen."
Lian Qingyang, kissed by his niece and facing her encouraging eyes, felt a surge of strength throughout his body.
A heart that had given up suddenly felt rejuvenated, and he stood up again, looking at Ding Ling and said, "Again."
Zhang Hualian shook her head, leading Tang Zhengde to the kitchen to cook. Lian He was injured while rescuing their daughter, so they decided to make some nutritious food to send over.
Zaozao stood at the door, this small person looking at Tang Yue. Although not yet six, he had read many books, knew many principles, and understood many things. To him, the conversation in the living room wasn’t interesting; Chenchen had stopped listening after a while, but Zaozao heard it all.
Mom had been kidnapped, and Grandpa had been shot to save her.
Zaozao only wanted to grow up quickly, so he could protect his mom.
He wanted to eat more, to grow tall like Dad, and to be as powerful as Dad.
The result of the third round was, needless to say, predictable.
"Uncle, it doesn’t matter if you can’t beat Auntie Ding. After all, you can’t beat Auntie Bai either. Next time, eat more." Chenchen’s words felt like a dagger to Lian Qingyang’s heart.
Lian Qingyang: "..." How does it feel to be despised by your own niece?
Chenchen, still unaware, felt proud, thinking she had comforted her uncle.
Zhang Hualian, knowing Ding Ling’s prowess, asked kindly, "Xiao Ding, what kind of food do you like? Southern cuisine? Northern cuisine? Do you prefer it spicier or sweeter?"
"I like spicy food, Sichuan cuisine, the spicier, the better, and..." Ding Ling shyly said, "I love chicken legs. Could Auntie make chicken legs for me once a week? If not, once a month is okay."
Ding Ling had no other hobbies; she just loved chicken legs. Unfortunately, she couldn’t make them to her liking herself, and store-bought ones didn’t meet her standards. This time, she heard from Sister Wu Xin that Uncle Tang and Aunt Tang’s cooking was particularly delicious, so she shyly made this request.
"No problem, as long as you like them, I can make them every day."
Zhang Hualian thought it was nothing, and said, "We just happen to have chicken legs today; I’ll make them for you."
"Thank you, Auntie." Ding Ling looked at Zhang Hualian with excitement, thinking the dish Wu Xin praised must be delicious, right?
Dinner was eaten early, and when Ding Ling saw the braised chicken legs, her eyes lit up. The chicken legs shone with an oily luster, making her mouth water at the sight, and after washing her hands, she grabbed them with her hands directly to eat. While eating, she kept praising, "Aunt Tang, your chicken legs are delicious. I love them."
"My mom can make many kinds of chicken legs," Tang Yue said proudly.
"That’s wonderful." The chicken leg in Ding Ling’s hand was quickly devoured cleanly in a few bites, and she glanced at the second chicken leg.