That day, Ye Qingqing couldn't concentrate on her lessons and spent the whole day daydreaming about water chestnut cake.
Why do Tang Bao's water chestnut cake and Tangyuan's rice cake look so similar?
Tang Yuanyuan once said that her father taught her how to make water chestnut flour cake. The ratio of water chestnut flour to glutinous rice flour, as well as the addition of goji berries, were all her father's ideas.
But now...
Ye Qingqing was in turmoil. In fact, she already had a conclusion in her heart, but it was too unbelievable for her to believe.
How could it be such a coincidence?
It's a pity that Tang Yuanyuan doesn't have a photo of her father; otherwise, the truth would be revealed simply by comparing the photos.
But the more Ye Qingqing thought about it, the more she felt that Tang Bao was Tang's father.
The first time I had pickled bamboo shoots and pork soup was a coincidence.
But can this time's water chestnut flour cake be just a coincidence?
The timing also matches up; Grandma Gu found Tang Bao on the mountain eight years ago, and Tang's father disappeared eight years ago.
Tang Bao speaks with a Pingjiang accent and speaks very slowly. As for his age, Ye Qing doesn't think it's contradictory. Tang Bao has a round face, which makes him look young. Maybe he's actually forty-five years old!
There's also the name Tang Bao, which Grandma Gu heard Tang Bao say, but at the time Tang Bao was seriously injured and spoke intermittently and unclearly, so perhaps Grandma Gu didn't hear it clearly.
Soup dumplings... Tang Bao...
It's obvious that the two names are very similar.
Ye Qingqing became more and more excited, wishing she could finish school quickly and go find Tang Yuanyuan right now.
As long as Tang Yuanyuan eats the water chestnut cake made by Tang Bao, she will definitely be able to taste the flavor of her father.
Finally, school was over. Ye Qingqing grabbed her backpack and rushed out. Tang Yuanyuan's home was a 20-minute drive from the school. It was a villa with a private yard, which her father had bought before.
After Mr. Tang disappeared, the owner of the house became Wen Sumei.
In the yard, a chubby little boy was playing ball, and a beautiful woman in her thirties was watching over him. Ye Qingqing guessed that this woman must be Wen Sumei, Tang Yuanyuan's heartless mother.
She is indeed very beautiful. Even though she is in her forties, she is still a woman of her prime and retains her charm.
"I'm Tang Yuanyuan's classmate. I heard she's sick," Ye Qingqing said directly.
Wen Sumei was stunned. She didn't expect that her eldest daughter, who was so quiet and unassuming, actually had friends.
Thinking about the changes in Tang Yuanyuan during this time, Wen Sumei felt a lump in her throat, and her face turned somewhat pale.
The eldest daughter looks remarkably like her father, and the resemblance has only intensified since she lost weight. Seeing that strikingly similar face always makes my heart ache.
"He's inside. Come in!"
Although Wen Sumei did not welcome Ye Qingqing, she still invited her in out of courtesy.
The living room is decorated in a magnificent European style that has been very popular in the last two years, so it must have been recently renovated.
A young girl was sitting on the sofa watching TV. Although she looked much younger, Ye Qingqing still recognized her as Yu Moli, the scheming woman.
With her plain face and short stature, she can hardly be called pretty, let alone cute. Even if Tangyuan Yuanyuan were as fat as a pig, she would still be a hundred times prettier than this green tea bitch!
Yu Moli ignored Ye Qingqing, her eyes filled with disgust. Any pretty girl her age was someone she disliked.
Ye Qingqing sneered inwardly and deliberately asked, "Auntie, is she your family's nanny?"
Yu Moli's expression changed drastically, and she shouted, "Are you blind? You're the maid!"
Ye Qingqing smiled and said, "I'm sorry, you don't look like me at all. I thought you were a nanny!"
She glanced smugly at Yu Moli, whose face was pale, then turned and walked upstairs. Tang Yuanyuan lived on the second floor.
Hmph, you little brat!
My sister's coming back will torture you to death!
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