Chapter 145 The noodles she made tasted very familiar.

Kong Wange pushed him away in disgust: "Get out of my way, I'll be reborn."

Although she only had one hand to use, starting a fire was no problem for her. She arranged the firewood in the stove, looked around but couldn't find any small pieces of dry twigs or leaves to start a fire, so she stuffed some paper into it.

In less than a minute, the fire was lit.

Then, she instructed Murong Ting to add water to the pot, clean the pot, pour the chicken soup into it, and start cooking.

Seeing that everything was arranged, she instructed, "Alright, now break off the cabbage leaves, wash them, and shred them. Remember to use the tender innermost part of the cabbage."

Murong Ting obediently went to break off a cabbage.

After washing the cabbage, he was a bit clumsy when it came to cutting it. He held the knife and gestured on the cabbage for a long time but couldn't figure out where to start. He could only slice it but not shred it.

Fortunately, with Kong Wange's guidance, he gradually became more skilled.

After he finished cutting, he looked at the unevenly sized shredded cabbage on the cutting board, let out a long sigh, and sweat even appeared on his forehead.

Turning around, he felt a strange sense of pride: "How was it?"

Seeing his proud expression, Kong Wange smiled inwardly and encouraged him, "Not bad, not bad. Aren't there eggs over there? Bring two more over."

Murong Ting then went to get the eggs: "Shall we crack the eggs now?"

"Put it aside and add it in later. When you cook the noodles, don't add the seasoning that comes with it. Just add whatever I tell you to add."

Murong Ting nodded and began to unpack the dough.

Kong Wange stared at his profile, lost in thought for a moment.

I've only seen this man behaving this well-behavedly six years ago.

Murong Ting had no idea what Kong Wange was thinking.

He just felt that, with the woman's unhurried guidance and arrangements, cooking didn't seem like a difficult task.

Perhaps he could try making it for the children next time?

The two worked together seamlessly, adding several kinds of seasonings, and before long, a fragrant pot of noodles was ready.

Murong Ting ladled out two bowls and placed them on the dining table outside.

Kong Wange followed him out and sat down.

The restaurant was lit with warm orange lights, and the aroma of noodles filled the room. The rising steam obscured the faces of the two people.

Kong Wange took a deep breath and said with satisfaction, "It smells so good."

Murong Ting said he was hungry, which was originally an excuse, but unexpectedly, after sitting down and smelling the two bowls of instant noodles, he actually felt hungry.

He coughed lightly and said, "Eat."

Kong Wange nodded, picked up her chopsticks, and began slurping her noodles.

Seeing that she moved, Murong Ting also picked up a mouthful of noodles and put it in his mouth.

However, just as the taste of the noodles reached his brain, he paused.

Although the ingredients for the noodles are different, the taste... is so familiar.

It looks so much like... the one Yan Yan made for him!

He was blind at the time, but he remembered that the noodles tasted very special.

He asked her how she made the noodles, and she jokingly replied that it was a secret recipe that couldn't be shared.

He thought he would never taste noodles like this again in his life, but now...

He stared at the noodles in front of him, unable to come to his senses for a long time.

Kong Wange noticed that he poked at the food with his chopsticks once and then stopped, and asked, somewhat puzzled, "What's wrong? Doesn't it taste good?"

Murong Ting suddenly came to his senses and shook his head.

He had longed for this taste day and night.

How could it not taste good?

But why is it that Kong Wange can also make noodles that taste the same?

Seeing that he seemed dazed, Kong Wange coughed lightly: "Is it... because it's too delicious?"

Otherwise, why would this man look like he's about to cry?

Murong Ting quickly suppressed his emotions, took a deep breath and said, "I was just thinking about some things from the past. Let's not talk about it anymore, let's eat."

Kong Wange nodded, wondering if his former love had cooked noodles for him and he was being reminded of her.

Seeing that he was unwilling to say more, she didn't have the nerve to ask.

Before long, she was so engrossed in the aroma of the noodles that she forgot all about it.

The two of them quickly finished the bowl of noodles.

Kong Wange sat in the chair, rubbing her warm belly contentedly, and said, "Ah, this is life."

Murong Ting leaned back in his chair, thought for a moment, and said, "Kong Wange, I apologize to you."

Kong Wange was slightly taken aback: "Huh?"

Murong Ting said in a deep voice, "Back then, I always thought you deliberately abandoned Xiao Chen, so I was convinced that you were not worthy of being the child's mother and said a lot of harsh words to you. I was wrong about that."

Kong Wange didn't expect him to say that. She lowered her eyes slightly and said, "I also bear responsibility for forcing you to have the child back then. You only said those things because you cared about the child. Ignorance is no excuse, so I don't blame you."

To put it simply, they were just on different sides.

Although he misunderstood her, he was only doing it for the sake of the child, so she wouldn't hold it against him.

The real obstacle she couldn't overcome was something else, but he never mentioned it.

Murong Ting nodded, pondered for a moment, and continued, "I don't want to bring up the matter of our wedding night again, but I'd like to talk to you about the issue of Xiao Chi's custody."

Hearing him say this, Kong Wange sat up straight.

Ever since he learned about Chi Bao's situation, this matter has been keeping her hanging on.

She wasn't surprised that he brought it up now; she just wanted to hear his thoughts.

The next moment, Murong Ting raised his head and looked at her seriously: "I hope you can take the initiative to give up custody of Xiao Chi."

As soon as she finished speaking, Kong Wange froze for a moment.

Then, without realizing it, she raised her voice: "Are you kidding me?"

Seeing her agitated, Murong Ting frowned and said, "Calm down. I have my reasons for asking you to give up custody of Xiao Chi."

Kong Wange leaned back in her chair, a cold smile playing on her lips: "Fine, tell me, what's the reason?"

She wondered why he was being so attentive to her tonight; it turned out he was waiting for her here!

She suddenly felt that the noodles in her hand no longer tasted good.

Seeing the mockery at the corner of her mouth, Murong Ting frowned even more deeply, but still said what he had prepared: "I know Xiao Chi has been with you since he was little, and you can't bear to part with him, but you can't only think from your own perspective. You have to consider the child's feelings too. You should understand the Murong family's wealth. With Xiao Chi here, he can receive the best education in the world, which is more conducive to his growth. Besides..."

He said firmly, "With my two children by my side, I can guarantee that I will never remarry, so the children will not suffer any grievances. As for whether you can take that girl and reconcile with your ex-husband or find someone else, you are very free to do so. If you miss the children, you can come and visit them anytime, and I will not stop you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Kong Wange scoffed. Luckily, she hadn't told him about Ranbao, otherwise this man would have to fight her for all three of his children.

She said coldly, "Young Master Ting, you really think about me and the children very well. After hearing what you said, anyone who didn't know better would think that I'm not the children's mother, but a heartless tool."

Murong Ting frowned deeply: "You're unwilling?"