Qingyun's Love: Tiger Boy Falls in Love with a Pretty Lawyer

As they walked, they talked about recent events.

When the topic of lawyers came up, Qingsheng casually asked, "Did the man who was beaten by his wife last time come back? Did you help him deal with it?"

Ran Mo's face flushed. He was talking about something irrelevant. He muttered, "It's okay. I advised him to go back and get along with his wife as harmoniously as possible."

Qingsheng pondered and said, "The world is truly strange. There are men who hit women, and there are women who hit men. Why is it that the latter cannot be hated, and even feel a little relieved?"

"Maybe it's because women have always been the oppressed party, and if one day someone rebels and vents for everyone, they will feel proud. After all, it is not advocated. Living in harmony is the common way." Ran Mo responded.

Qingsheng nodded, looked at Ranmo, chuckled, and said, "If you ever have a wife and she hits you, will you fight back?" Seeing Ranmo remained silent, he simply gave his own example, "Let me put it this way, if I were your husband, would you hit me?"

Ran Mo couldn't stand it anymore and punched his strong arm, which actually shook himself. "If you keep saying these nonsense, I'll leave on my own."

Seeing Ranmo angry, Qingsheng quickly apologized, "Alright, alright, it's all my fault for not seeing you for a while. I said all this nonsense on a whim. Just treat me as a lunatic who came to ask questions."

Ran Mo chuckled. She wasn't angry at all, she was just really worried that her little heart couldn't handle such a continuous bombardment of sweetness.

She turned forward and sang the charming ballad to herself, "Happy present, happy future, with you by my side, I am free and at ease..."

Qingsheng listened to the moving song with fascination. It was like the sound of nature.

The two of them took a step forward, side by side. There were still many things waiting for them to accomplish together.

Qingsheng followed Ranmo back home. It had been a while since they last met, so he had to go visit his aunt and Weihua.

After meeting, they exchanged pleasantries and chatted. Mother told Qingsheng to treat this place as his own home from now on, to come over often and make him delicious food.

Ran Mo smiled to himself. His mother was kind and amiable, but honestly, her cooking skills were pretty average. It wasn't her fault; his mother had grown up in a wealthy family, but their fortunes had fallen on hard times. Otherwise, she wouldn't have even tried cooking.

Wei Hua, who was standing by, suddenly became excited and said with both joy and dignity, "Qingsheng, I wouldn't dare say anything about anything else in our family, but when it comes to cooking, my cooking skills are truly amazing. If you don't believe me, just ask Ranmo."

Ran Mo nodded. This was indeed her strength. Although she always looked pampered, she had never cooked a single meal.

Qingsheng said politely, "Then I'll definitely try your cooking someday."

"Why postpone it? Today is the day. Just look at my cooking skills for dinner." Wei Hua said with full energy.

Qingsheng looked at Ranmo. Ranmo said nothing. He was also happy with the situation. He had plenty of time now anyway. Staying here gave him a special feeling of warmth.

Wei Hua was quite capable. She asked her mother for money and called Ran Mo to go out with her to buy vegetables and meat. When she returned, her basket was filled with carrots, radishes, green vegetables, and mutton.

Qingsheng hurried forward, helped her carry the basket, and said thank you for her hard work.

Wei Hua waved her hand and said, "When entertaining guests, you have to know how to entertain them." Then she looked at Qing Sheng expectantly, "Today I'm going to make you some mutton pilaf. Do you like it?"

"Yes, I like beef and mutton."

Weihua nodded with satisfaction, asked Qingsheng to drink tea in the house, and asked Ranmo to go to the kitchen to help her.

Wei Hua was chopping meat while Ran Mo was washing rice. During the break, Wei Hua casually asked, "Is Qing Sheng home or alone?" Ran Mo didn't understand, "What do you mean alone?"

"Oh, I mean, has his family arranged a marriage for him?" Wei Hua asked evasively. Ran Mo said without hesitation, "How would I know? How old is he?"

Then she felt something was amiss. People in ancient times married relatively young. She truly didn't know whether Qingsheng had a woman he loved, and she hadn't asked. Judging from his goofy look, he was probably still a bit of a fool. Wei Hua suddenly asked about this, as if she had some ulterior motive.

Wei Hua was evasive and said, "Whether or not, ask him to come over to our house more often. If you're not around, I can host him." She then looked at Ran Mo with a slightly wary look and said, "Your priority now is to do your schoolwork well. Don't let the tuition money from your family go to waste, as well as the expectations that your mother and I have for you."

Ran Mo remained calm. "Everyone knows your little plan." He didn't want to get involved with her.

After simmering for quite a while, the fragrant pilaf is ready. A large pot is enough for four or five people. The moment the lid is lifted, the aroma fills the kitchen and the living room.

The shiny, greasy golden rice grains are dotted with rice dumplings and shredded carrots, and paired with large chunks of mutton. Dipped in some greasiness-reducing sauce, it is a delicacy that is so delicious that it is a feast for the eyes.

Wei Hua filled a large bowl for Qing Sheng. Qing Sheng wasn't shy. Everyone enjoyed the meal, praising him from time to time. Wei Hua was so happy she couldn't stop grinning, not forgetting to tease Ran Mo, "Ran Mo only cares about studying. He can't even cook or steam buns."

Qingsheng laughed and glanced up at Ranmo. Ranmo didn't want to argue with her, but she couldn't lose face in front of Qingsheng. So she said, "I'm not very good at cooking rice or steaming buns, but I did learn how to stir-fry a few side dishes a while ago."

Wei Hua burst out laughing when she heard this. "You can cook? That's hilarious! You can't even tell if the oil pan is hot, right?"

Mother looked at Ranmo lovingly and said, "Mo'er works hard at school every day, it doesn't matter if you don't learn how to cook."

Ran Mo said calmly to her mother: "Mom, it's okay. I will make a simple dish of stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts today as a side dish for everyone. It will add flavor and relieve greasiness." When she went out to buy vegetables just now, she quietly added a handful of garlic sprouts and saved them for later.

In her previous life, when Ranmo was living independently, she also learned to cook for a while. Thanks to the detailed explanations of various recipes online, she learned how to make many dishes, including traditional ones. She specializes in tomato-braised beef brisket and steamed sea bass. She especially enjoys scrambled eggs with garlic chives or stir-fried shredded pork with green garlic; they're both refreshing and satisfying.

While everyone else was leisurely enjoying their pilaf, Ranmo quickly got to work, chopping vegetables, heating oil, and stir-frying. Just before serving, she sprinkled a little cumin on the meat. This is one of her clever tricks for cooking meat dishes. Cumin is usually used in grilling, but adding a little to stir-fry meats can also enhance the flavor.

A large plate of golden yellow leeks and shredded pork was served on the table, with a beautiful appearance, aroma and flavor. Qingsheng drooled at the sight, his mother was surprised and delighted, and Weihua had an expression of disbelief and frustration on her face.

After tasting the food, everyone praised Ranmo's cooking skills, saying it was beyond everyone's expectations. Ranmo smiled modestly and asked everyone to eat more.

Wei Hua took a bite, put down her chopsticks, turned her head and asked Qing Sheng, "Who do you think cooked better, us?"

"Uh," Qingsheng almost choked. Ranmo looked at her coldly, knowing that her old problem had come back.

Qingsheng was stumped. The two items themselves were difficult to compare; one was a dish, the other a staple. Even more awkward, he didn't want to offend either of these siblings.

He could only mumble with food in his mouth, "Everything is delicious."

"That won't do. There's no first in literature and no second in martial arts. This cooking competition can be classified as martial arts. You're a martial artist, so you need a clear conclusion." Wei Hua was relentless and insisted that Qingsheng give her a definite answer.

Ranmo wanted to come to Qingsheng's rescue, but she swallowed the words back with the garlic sprouts on the tip of her tongue. She also looked at the big boy with interest, wanting to hear what he had to say.

Qingsheng looked at them a little nervously, blinked his eyes, swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "Then I'll tell you the truth, I am really hungry today, so the mutton pilaf made by Weihua is very much to my liking. It tastes oily and fragrant, and it is very satisfying." Weihua showed a proud look when he heard this.

Ran Mo remained silent, waiting for the next words. "To be honest, this pilaf is fine for occasional meals, but if I had it every day, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to stand it. I prefer stir-fried dishes like chives and garlic sprouts, which are home-cooked meals I never get tired of."

After Qingsheng finished speaking, he wiped his mouth with his hand and touched his forehead.

Ran Mo was quite satisfied with his answer. It was the same feeling she had. An occasional feast was a good complement to her daily meals.

Wei Hua didn't say anything else. Qingsheng had already praised her well enough. Her intention wasn't to embarrass Qingsheng, but she was irritated that Ranmo had managed to steal her limelight with a dish today.

After a sumptuous dinner, Qingsheng thanked them profusely and prepared to leave. It was still light outside, so his mother asked Ranmo to see him off. Weihua wanted to go, but because she was a woman, she had to say goodbye at the door.

Watching the two of them walk away, Wei Hua felt deeply unhappy. "Why can you, a girl, go out with him so openly?" she thought. "I really want to expose her identity." Then she thought again, hoping she would always dress as a man, so as not to disturb her happiness.

Ranmo and Qingsheng walked towards the place where they had been admiring the night view. Qingsheng opened his arms and said loudly, "Delicious food, good friends, and a small family. This life is really carefree."

The breeze is refreshing and the steps are brisk.

Qingsheng turned around and said nervously, "You don't feel unhappy, do you?"

"Huh? What?" Ran Mo didn't react. "Oh, I mean, I didn't say your cooking is better." Qing Sheng said with a lowered brow.

"How could that be? Am I such a petty person?" Ran Mo said with a smile, "I would be happy if you said that the food I cooked was not tasty."

"Huh? Why is that?" Qingsheng asked, puzzled. "Think about it, if you all praise my cooking and ask me to cook for you all the time, I'll be exhausted to death. I have so much to do," Ranmo explained half-heartedly.

"Ha, you cunning, clever little fellow!" Qingsheng said, scratching Ranmo's nose with his finger, sweeping away the slightly uneasy feeling he had just felt.

"Actually, I'm already very happy to be able to cook a meal for you myself. It means that I can at least do something for you." Ran Mo said sincerely.

"Me too. It's like being your lawyer. If I can be of some use to you, I'll be happier than winning a duel." Qingsheng said deeply.