After forming a covenant with the interstellar bosses

"You're always tense, and I can't relax either," Song Yu explained. "No matter what, our bond is a fait accompli. I think, unless something unexpected happens, we won't separate easily. So, no matter what happens to our relationship, I don't want you to feel too much pressure at home, around me."

"I..." Tang Zhishu wanted to argue that this was his usual state. He seemed elegant and calm, but in fact he had to be cautious in everything he did, always on edge to maintain his royal image. However, he also felt that as a matchmaker, he shouldn't contradict the head of the family. At least, his father and uncles would never contradict his mother. "I will try my best to learn."

"Look at him." Song Yu pointed at Sha Lang, who was standing there like a fool. "Although he hasn't moved for over two hours, I can sense that he's relaxed."

Tang Zhishu didn’t know how to learn anymore. How could he not move for two hours?

Song Yu pulled him up and pushed him to the other side of the sofa.

This is a set of single, four-person and single sofas. Sha Lang stood on the single seat, Song Yu half-reclining on two of the four seats, and the rest were empty.

"Take off your shoes." Song Yu kicked off Tang Zhishu's shoes and pointed to the armrest of the sofa on the other side of the four-person seat. "Lie down on it."

Tang Zhishu looked back, a little hesitant. He had seen Tang Zhian lying carefree in the living room, reading or playing, and he had also seen Song Yu sprawled on the sofa watching TV without any image, but he had never done that himself.

Even in his own palace.

What's more, Sha Lang was sitting next to him.

"You don't listen?" Song Yu frowned.

"I dare not." Tang Zhishu smiled and lay down as Song Yu wished.

Song Yu also lay down, their feet facing each other. She also gave him half of her thin blanket, so that both of them only covered their feet and calves.

She changed to a cheerful-looking program, "Watch TV."

Shalang made dinner because he thought it was troublesome to eat out, so he could cook.

As for the rice, all you have to do is throw all the edible ingredients into a pot, add some water and boil it. When the bottom of the pot is mushy but the top is still not cooked, add some salt and serve it out of the pot. Everyone will have a big bowl of sticky food.

Song Yu almost vomited, and Tang Zhishu's face looked bad. Only Sha Lang ate with relish.

"Do you think it tastes good?"

Sha Lang nodded.

"Has it been a long time since you've eaten food cooked by others?"

"Well, no money."

poor child.

In the end, Song Yu ran to Song Han to get some leftovers and filled his stomach with Tang Zhishu.

Tang Zhishu was traumatized by Sha Lang's cooking, but he was negligent in always going to Song Yu's parents to beg for food or feeding his comforter outside food. As a matchmaker, he couldn't even take care of his comforter, not even allowing him to have a normal meal.

If Song Yu were to sue the court for this reason, the judge would resign within five minutes of the trial.

So, the next morning, Tang Zhishu decided to go to Tang Zhian to see if Lin Yunyu knew how to do it. He could learn from him, or just ask him to make more and take it away himself.

We are all proletarians, who looks down on whom?

The doorbell rang for a long time before Lin Yunyu came out in a daze to open the door. He was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts, his hair was disheveled, and there were suspicious red marks on his body and neck.

"Your Highness, aren't you going to sleep?" Lin Yunyu was obviously unhappy about being disturbed. "Oh—I see. It was the one who served Ms. Song last night."

He glanced at Song Yu's villa with a pair of thieving eyes, with a hint of pride on his lips. It was obvious that he was referring to Sha Lang.

Soon, Princess Luo Er also came out. Although she was wearing a long skirt, the marks on her neck and forehead were still clearly visible.

I don’t know how intense their fight was that night.

"Brother," Princess Luo Er patted Lin Yunyu's head, "It's all your fault. You brought Sha Lang here so quickly. My brother and Song Yu have only been sweet together for two days. No, that's not right—"

The three of them walked in together. Princess Luo Er remembered something. On the first night, Tang Zhishu had transformed, and Bai Ze had been with him all night. Although he was fine on the second night, he had gotten up early in the morning to take her initial test. The two of them did not show any signs of fatigue, and there were no marks on their bodies. In contrast, she and Lin Yunyu...

"She, she, she won't..." Princess Luo Er jumped and pointed across.

Tang Zhishu curled his lips and observed the villa which was almost identical to the one opposite.

"She doesn't seem to like me." Tang Zhishu said, remembering Song Yu's evasive attitude when he just transformed from Bai Ze into a human, and added, "Especially in terms of figure and appearance."

"She dares to pick you? What's wrong with you? How many people in the entire interstellar empire are prettier than you?" Princess Luo Er said disdainfully.

Lin Yunyu was also examining Tang Zhishu, and soon he seemed to have discovered a problem. "Master, His Highness's figure is perfect, whether as a prince, a colonel, or a brother. However, as a partner, there are indeed areas for improvement."

They both looked over.

Lin Yunyu simply walked over and said, "As actors, we must first consider how to be liked by the opposite sex. Your Highness, although you have a well-proportioned figure, as far as I know, most women like a perky butt, preferably a firm and elastic hemisphere, which you don't have."

Princess Luo Er also took a look and found that there was nothing.

"And long legs. Your legs aren't short, but they can't keep up with technology." He lifted his trouser leg, revealing a faint scar. "Look, all you need to do is break the leg bone and connect a small section in the middle, and you'll have perfect proportions."

No wonder his legs are so horribly long.

"Nonsense, my brother is not a star, he is a soldier."

Lin Yunyu spread his hands and said indifferently: "Warriors are always not favored by the master."

"And my waist. Do you know why it's so thin? It's because I've been wearing a corset since I was fourteen. You guys who grow naturally can never grow it. Women all like thin waists, right, Master?"

Princess Luo was stunned by the question because she really liked it.

"Let alone your hands. You've been on the battlefield, and your bones are deformed. Unless you shave your bones, you can't have fingers as long and perfect as mine."

Lin Yunyu's fingers are slender and white, each one is of perfect shape.

You don't know until you compare. Tang Zhishu, who has always been very confident in himself, suddenly found that there seemed to be something wrong with every part of his body.

At least it doesn't conform to some extreme aesthetics.

"Don't worry," Lin Yunyu assured him. "I know a good plastic surgeon. Actually, any of these problems can be solved. For example, if your hips aren't perky enough or your waist isn't thin enough, I can just extract the fat from your waist and inject it into your buttocks to ensure a rounder look. It can be done together with the leg lengthening surgery. As for the fingers—actually, bone reduction won't have much of an impact on your daily life."