On this day, Ye Qingqing was unintentionally listening to the class, and spent the whole day wandering around Taixu, thinking about the rice noodles cake.

Why is the tangerine paste cake made by Tang Bao so similar to the rice dumplings?

Tang Yuanyuan had said before that the rock powder cake she made was taught by her father. The ratio of water powder to glutinous rice flour, and the addition of wolfberry were all the creative ideas of Tang Dad.

But now...

Ye Qingqing was stormy inside. In fact, she had already reached a conclusion in her heart, but it was too incredible that she couldn't believe it.

How could it be that coincidental?

Unfortunately, Tang Yuanyuan doesn’t have a photo of Tang Dad, otherwise the truth will be revealed as long as you compare the photo.

But the more Ye Qingqing thought about it, the more she felt that Tang Bao was Dad Tang.

The first pickled freshness can be said to be a coincidence.

But can this time the rind cake be a coincidence?

Time is also right. Tang Bao was found on the mountain eight years ago by Grandma Gu, and Dad Tang disappeared eight years ago.

Tang Bao has a Pingjiang accent and speaks very slowly. As for age, Ye Qing doesn’t think it’s contradictory. Tang Bao has a bun-faced face and looks tender. Maybe his actual age is forty-five!

There is also the name Tang Bao, which Grandma Gu heard Tang Bao say, but Tang Bao was seriously injured at that time and spoke intermittently, not clear. Maybe Grandma Gu didn't hear it clearly.

Soup bags...Tang Bao...

It is obvious that the two names are very similar.

Ye Qingqing became more and more excited as she thought about it. She wanted to get off school soon and go find Tang Yuanyuan now.

As long as Tang Yuanyuan eats the tangerine paste cake made by Tang Bao, she will definitely taste the taste of her father.

Finally, after school, Ye Qingqing carried her schoolbag and rushed out. Tang Yuanyuan's house was twenty minutes away from the school. It was a villa with an independent yard. Dad Tang used to buy it.

After Dad Tang disappeared, the owner of the house became Wen Sumei.

There was a chubby little boy playing with balls in the yard, and a beautiful woman in her thirties was guarding the side. Ye Qingqing guessed that this woman should be Tang Yuanyuan’s cruel mother Wen Sumei.

She is indeed very beautiful. Even though she is in her forties, she is still half old and has a charm.

"I am Tang Yuanyuan's classmate. I heard that she is sick." Ye Qingqing said directly.

Wen Sumei was stunned for a moment, but she didn't expect that her eldest daughter had friends who didn't sound like a plague?

Thinking of Tang Yuanyuan's changes over the past period, Wen Sumei felt a little uglied and her face looked a little ugly.

The eldest daughter looks very similar to her, and she looks even more like she loses weight. When she sees that similar face, she feels so upset.

"Come in the room!"

Although Wen Sumei did not welcome Ye Qingqing, she was invited in for her sake.

The decoration of the living room looks magnificent, and it is a European style that has been particularly popular in the past two years. It should have been installed for a short time.

A young girl was sitting on the sofa watching TV. Although she was much younger, Ye Qingqing still recognized her as the Green Tea Table Yu Moli.

Her ordinary face and short figure are really not good-looking, and they are not as cute as her cute. Even if the dumplings are fat as a pig, they are still a hundred times better than this green tea watch!

Yu Moli ignored Ye Qingqing and looked very disgusted. Any girl of the same age who looks good is the object of her dislike.

Ye Qingqing sneered secretly and said deliberately: "Auntie, is she your little nanny?"

Yu Moli's face changed drastically and she cursed loudly: "You are blind, you are the little nanny!"

Ye Qingqing smiled, "Sorry, you don't look like your aunt at all. I thought you were a nanny!"

She looked at Yu Moli with an ugly face with smug look, turned around and walked upstairs, Tang Yuanyuan lived on the second floor.

Humph, little thing!
Chapter completed!