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　　Chapter 705: You're always so cool.

　　That night, Feng Xinglang had a good night's sleep, and relaxed his entire body and mind to undergo physiotherapy.

　　Every cell in the injured body had been rejuvenated.

　　This was exactly the kind of Healing Type ability Cong Gang had, regardless of whether it was his body or his mind, as well as his suppressed soul.

　　When the little guy woke up, his father, Feng Xinglang, was sleeping soundly. The smell of herbal medicine all over his body made the little guy pinch his nose.

　　In fact, the smell of the medicine on Feng Xinglang's body was very faint, you have to know that Cong Gang had already washed him twice. It was just that the little fellow was not used to the smell of the herbs.

　　The little guy recognized it. It was Cong Gang's Ghost Hut.

　　He did not wake his father Feng Xinglang up, but instead went downstairs barefooted to smell something.

　　There were also flowers and plants in the Pater Castle, but the little guy didn't see anyone raised at home like Cong Gang.

　　He walked up the potted stairs on either side and entered the kitchen, smelling the food.

　　Cong Gang's back was facing the gla.s.s door of the kitchen, as he busied himself.

　　The little guy pushed open the gla.s.s door and walked in, then walked to Cong Gang's side. Raising his head, he looked at Cong Gang who was seated in the center of the table, and fell silent for a few seconds.

　　"Cong Gang, you are always so cool …"

　　This was the evaluation that the little guy gave Cong Gang. It was a very high evaluation.

　　"Oh, is that so?"

　　Cong Gang responded with a light voice. He reached over with the back of his clean hand and lightly rubbed the little guy's cheek.

　　"Cong Gang, are you even more dangerous than the Old Tweleve?" the little guy asked.

　　"There is no comparison!" Perhaps … I think my cooking is better than his. "

　　Cong Gang was reserved. He didn't go and show off anything too vicious to Linnuo.

　　As the saying goes: The nearest is red, while the nearest is black; and Cong Gang, in front of this little fellow, is' Zhu ', or' Chi '.

　　"Cong Gang, you cook so cool! I like you. "

　　The little guy licked his lips as he looked at the corn on the plate and the bacon on the roll.

　　"Being loved by you is my honor. Go brush your teeth and wash your face. Prepare for breakfast. "

　　Cong Gang's voice was warm and clear, not because she was pleased with the little guy's praise or was even cheering; it had always been deep and calm.

　　By the time the little fellow had washed up and returned to the dining table, Cong Gang had already set up breakfast for the two.