From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 113 - 113: 069 Imitation (Third update)

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Even back then, no one was so devoted to her, almost causing Zhu Xiangxiang to cough up blood in envy.

“Mr. Li, I’m sorry for the trouble. These two kids don’t have much of a foundation. Please take extra care of them,” said Zhu Xiangxiang. ‘Madam Zhu, have these two children really never studied before?” Mr. Li asked.

Lin Qing hesitated for a moment, “No, they haven’t even attended a single day of school.”

Mr. Li laughed, “Then these kids are geniuses! They understand everything at once, especially Ming Ti. He has a photographic memory, he’s going to be incredible in the future.”

Lin Qing was startled, thinking: Are geniuses mass-produced?

After sending Mr. Li off, Lin Qing entered Ming Jing’s room, where she was playing with blocks with Ming Yi. The once cold room, similar to a show room, had become more lively due to the children.

Lin Qing stood at the door, watching. Ever since her juniors arrived, she had been smiling more, finally not resembling a cultivator. She seemed more human.

Ming Jing saw Lin Qing standing at the door, whispered to Ming Yi, and stood up to walk over.

“I just sent Mr. Li off and wanted to tell you that he praised both kids for being smart and quick learners. Your two juniors are just like you, both geniuses.”

Lin Qing sighed inwardly, thinking about what kind of extraordinary person her master must be to teach such intelligent disciples.

Ming Jing smiled, “Thank you for your trouble.”

“Between mother and daughter, don’t be so polite. From now on, your two juniors can live with us peacefully. Since they are your sisters, they are my daughters as well.”

As Ming Jing looked into Lin Qing’s earnest eyes, she thought of her own ill-fated senior sister, her gaze softening.

“Come in, let me check your pulse again,”

Lin Qing’s face lit up, and she hurried in.

After checking her pulse, Ming Jing thought for a moment. Lin Qing asked in a soft voice, “How is it? Has it gotten worse?”

Ming Jing glanced at her, “As long as you take your medicine on time, there won’t be any major problems.”

Lin Qing breathed a sigh of relief, “That’s good.” It’s time for her to see some things clearly.

“Madam Zhou, is there any food? I’m a little hungry.”

Madam Zhou looked at Zhu Xiangxiang and laughed, “Weren’t you talking about losing weight during the day, saying you absolutely couldn’t eat late night snacks?”

Zhu Xiangxiang sighed, “You need energy to lose weight.”

Madam Zhou laughed helplessly, “Alright, I’ll prepare a night snack. How does chicken soup wonton sound?”

“Great, I love chicken soup wontons.”

Zhu Xiangxiang looked at the small fire on the stove, “Is this the herbal tea for my mother?”

Madam Zhou leaned against the fridge and replied without looking back, “Yes, it’s Ms. Ming Jing’s recipe. It’s carefully proportioned for beauty and longevity.”

“Really?”

Madam Zhou didn’t notice the cold light flickering in the girl’s eyes in the hidden corner.

Zhu Xiangxiang sat in the living room holding her wontons, while Madam Zhou went upstairs to bring Lin Qing her tea.

She looked at the wontons in her bowl, frowning slightly.

At that moment, a little figure came down the stairs, sniffing the air, “Smells so good.”

Zhu Xiangxiang squinted her eyes, smiling and waving, “Ming Yi sister.”

Ming Yi scampered over, “Xiangxiang sister.”

“Are you hungry?” Zhu Xiangxiang asked gently.

Ming Yi obediently nodded.

Zhu Xiangxiang pushed a bowl of wontons in front of her, “Here, eat.”

Zhu Xiangxiang curled her lip, “But Xiangxiang sister isn’t a stranger, right? Look, if we both don’t say anything and your second sister isn’t here, no one will know, right? These wontons smell so good, it’d be a waste not to eat them. Didn’t your second sister teach you that one should cherish every grain of food, as someone worked hard for it?”

Ming Yi furrowed her brow in confusion, then said, “But this bowl of wontons is yours. If you can’t finish them and they’re wasted, that’s your fault, not mine.”

Zhu Xiangxiang choked, staring at the innocent face before her. Truly worthy of being Ming Jing’s disciple, equally infuriating.

At this moment, Madam Zhou came down from upstairs, smiling, “Is Yi Yi hungry too?”

Yi Yi nodded, “Grandma, I want wontons.”

While blinking her eyes at Zhu Xiangxiang’s bowl, her aggrieved expression seemed to blame Zhu Xiangxiang for not letting her eat.

Zhu Xiangxiang: ..

Little girl, why are you looking at me like that? People might misunderstand!