Chapter 181 Can You Call Me Mom?

Two days later, Qian Renxue changed her name to Xue Qianqian.
Led by Ghost Douluo, he came to the center of the military camp, a heavily guarded platinum tent.

Before he even entered the door, a look of doubt appeared on his face.

From a distance she could smell the aroma of food and the smell of cooking in the air.

It’s normal to have food, but the smell of smoke, could it be that they brought the chef to the residence to cook in front of them? And it was a wood stove?
What kind of weird new hobby is this?
Without waiting for Qian Renxue to ask any questions, Ghost Douluo bowed slightly and said with a smile:
“Young Master, please go in by yourself. I will take my leave now.”

Xue Qianqian took a deep breath, her mind moved slightly, and a holy white halo started from the top of her head and swept across her body like a scan.

Following this white light, the person returned to his original form.
The long, smooth golden hair, the gorgeous golden classical dress, the eyes shining with a light as bright as the morning star, and the snow-white skin set off each other, as if sacred and inviolable.

Then he walked forward gently and lifted the curtain at the door of the tent to block the view from outside.

The moment she saw the scene inside, Qian Renxue was so shocked that her mouth opened wide, her eyes were dull and her expression was stiff.

In the middle of the tent, there was a temporary portable stove.

Behind the stove, there was a silver-haired, no-makeup old woman with an apron tied around her waist, busying herself back and forth with a soup spoon in her hand. Who else could it be but Bibi Dong?

The Pope usually gives people the impression of being majestic, domineering, cold and even cruel.
He was even more ruthless towards her daughter. He never showed any good face to her and even tried to kill her several times.

Although there is no saying in Douluo that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen, it is obvious that a dignified emperor does not need to take care of these mundane affairs.

The conflict in painting styles was so drastic that Qian Renxue even thought she was hallucinating.

However, she was stunned, but Bibi Dong was not.

She rubbed her palms up and down on her apron, rushed over quickly, grabbed his arm with a smile on her face and walked in.

“Hurry up and sit down. I have been learning from several top chefs of the palace for two full days. Come and taste the fruits of my learning.”

As he said this, he turned around and took a huge plate made of pure gold.

He had lost his previous strength and even his body was severely damaged. Gold was extremely dense, so he couldn’t lift it at the first try.

I put both arms underneath and used all my strength to barely lift him up.

After opening the lid, one could see a golden plate with a diameter of more than 50 centimeters, with only three small strips of meat placed in the center like three stripes.

The size, shape, and even the distance between them are exactly the same.

Then there is a vanilla standing upright at an angle next to it, which emits a strange fragrance. It enhances the flavor of food when it comes into contact with it, and is very precious.

It’s a typical palace style, but you can see that it was really carefully designed.

Bibi Dong’s enthusiasm and sudden change in style made Qian Renxue feel uncomfortable all over. She felt like a weasel was paying New Year’s greetings to a chicken, and she felt inexplicably panicked.

But facing that expectant expression, I had no choice but to pick up the chopsticks. I hesitated for a moment and thought to myself:

“You are so enthusiastic, could it be poisonous?”

It’s no wonder she’s suspicious; this woman has really done this kind of thing.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath, picked up a strip of meat with fearless courage, and carefully bit off a tip.

Surprisingly, the taste was quite good, not too salty, sour, burnt or undercooked.

Bibi Dong lost her power, but the experience of using her power is still there.
Even if you replicate all the chef’s movements one-to-one, you can still learn most of them.

Moreover, she actually made at least two servings of each dish, and would taste the other one herself first, and would only keep it if it was delicious.

It was this bite that calmed Qian Renxue down a little, and she was no longer panicked or worried.

Initial trust begins to build. “How does it feel?”

“not bad.”

Don’t hit a smiling person, Qian Renxue immediately smiled.

What she didn’t expect was that Bibi Dong actually jumped up with joy at her simple words.
Both eyes were shining, as if he was very excited.

“Wait, there are others.”

Soon, more than a dozen plates were brought in, containing not only dishes, but also desserts and soups.

Apart from not being full, the appearance and taste were quite good.

Palace cuisine is very particular and the preparation is very complicated.

Bibi Dong was so tired that her forehead was covered with sweat. Qian Renxue didn’t feel like asking for more.
Looking into each other’s eyes, he said sincerely:

“Thank you.”

Although given that woman’s character, she was probably planning something, such as using her relationship with Yu Tianyou to gain negotiation conditions,
She knew all this.

But even though she wanted to help Hu Liena, Qian Renxue was still very moved in her heart.

She lost her father at the age of eight, and had been enemies with her mother since childhood. Even with her grandfather, with whom she had a good relationship, she rarely had the chance to meet him because he was forced to go undercover in the Tiandou Empire when he was nine years old.

Deep down, we really yearn for family affection.

There is no shortage of food and clothing, but the food cooked by the chef cannot fill the gap left by the mother.

Qian Renxue was about to say that as long as the conditions were not excessive, she could help Yu Tianyou get it.

Then Bibi Dong suddenly burst into tears.

“No need to thank me. I just thought that my daughter had never eaten a meal cooked by me or worn a piece of clothing made by me before she was about to die. I felt that I was such a failure as a mother.

I don’t ask for your forgiveness, people like me don’t deserve to be forgiven.
The only thing I want to ask is, can you call me mom? Just once, okay? “

Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment. This was at least the fourth time she had been stunned today.
My heart was trembling violently, and I seemed to have thousands of words to say, but I couldn’t utter even a syllable.

She never expected that Bibi Dong would do such a thing.

This tough woman would kill all those who disobeyed her, and it was a common thing for her to see a river of blood flowing under her feet, but she never shed a tear.

Out of her instinctive vigilance due to many past events, she couldn’t help but wonder, could this also be part of the plan?

The defeat of Spirit Hall is a foregone conclusion, and rational thinking does make this possible.

But that sincere emotion did not seem fake, and I felt very conflicted.

It was not until Bibi Dong suddenly fell to her knees with a thud that Qian Renxue suddenly realized what was happening and quickly stepped forward to pull her up.
He forced himself to suppress the complicated emotions in his heart and shouted word by word:

“Mom~~Mom~~!”

“Good boy.”

Bibi Dong burst into laughter instantly, her tears flowed even more violently, but the corners of her mouth were extremely bright.

He hugged Qian Renxue tightly, holding her tightly with both arms, and spoke in a resolute tone.
“Don’t worry, I’m already mortal, I don’t ask you for anything.

In the past, I was sorry for you, but this time, I will definitely find a way to make it up to you.”

(End of this chapter)