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You Were Born a Nobleman, Chapter 37 High Priestess, you must have something going on, right?
"Xuan, I just wanted to wake you up."
"Speak properly, why are you acting like Zhang Ermao?"
"By the way, why hasn't Zhang Ermao shown up these days? Did he really go to the snow mountain to pick lotus flowers?"
"You think he's as foolish as you?" Kong Xuan said as she lazily sat up, hearing the rustling sounds outside and asked, "Is it raining?"
"Xuan, what's wrong with your voice?"
Kong Xuan coughed twice; the effect of the Jade Maiden Fruit could only last a few days, and she truly disliked pretending to be a woman. Since Tang Zisu was so easy to deceive, she simply decided to gradually return to her original appearance.
"I probably caught a chill. It's all your fault for not covering your own blanket at night and always stealing mine." The villainous Kong Xuan raised an eyebrow, looking at Tang Zisu's reaction.
Sure enough, Tang Zisu's attention was successfully diverted to the blanket issue. She lowered her head in thought: Did I? Damn it, am I dreaming of doing something with the goddess? But what can I do now? Don't uncover the scar in my heart that cannot heal!
Tang Zisu's not-so-bright mind spun several times trying to find an excuse for herself when suddenly she discovered a huge secret. "Xuan, why has it shrunk here?" Tang Zisu raised her hand and poked Kong Xuan's chest, which was hard and not soft at all. Oh no, could it be silicone?
Kong Xuan's expression changed slightly as she pulled the blanket over herself. "Still talking? It's all because of poor eating habits; I've lost weight."
It's typical that when gaining weight, the face is the first to show it, and when losing weight, the chest is the first to go!
Tang Zisu suddenly felt she had grasped the gossip of ancient goddesses. She excitedly grabbed Kong Xuan's hand and said, "Xuan Xuan, tell me what you like to eat, and I'll have Softy make it for you—carp tofu soup, yellow soybean pig trotter soup, Red Date Black Chicken Soup—all of it! We have to make sure you regain any lost weight."
Kong Xuan took her hand and replied lightly, "No need, I think this is just fine."
"Xuan Xuan, you have such a good heart! Are you worried I might feel insecure? Don't worry; I'm like an indestructible little cockroach, unafraid of storms—like a golden gourd kid! No, I need to get up right away so I don't forget later."
Tang Zisu rolled out of bed, put on her clothes and shoes without caring about the rain outside, and rushed into the kitchen.
Kong Xuan scoffed at her foolishness but couldn't help a smile that she wasn't even aware of.
In the kitchen, Tang Zisu shouted out a long list of soups to be made. Softy was stunned. "Are you trying to lactate?"
"Lactate? What are you talking about?"
"Isn't that food for women after giving birth?" Softy's eyes darted back and forth on Tang Zisu's belly as she stammered, "High Priestess, you can't be... can you?"
A wave of exasperation hit Tang Zisu. Softy was such a simpleton; please don't have such a long reflex arc! I have a big man; what does that even mean?
Oh dear, everyone can see you're a man; is there a cucumber around?
As Tang Zisu was sweating and explaining, Kong Xuan also walked into the kitchen through the rain. Tiny droplets clung to her fluffy bangs, with one droplet slowly trickling down from her beautiful hairline.
Tang Zisu's heart raced, her eyes glued to Kong Xuan's face, completely infatuated.
Kong Xuan pressed his face against hers and said, "If you like looking at me so much, why not marry me?"
Tang Zisu was startled and let out a yelp, knocking over a tofu container. To salvage her dignity after dropping the noodles on the ground, she coldly scolded, "Goddess, I'm talking about you! Do you know that scaring people can be deadly? Just imagine if it were an eighty-year-old man or a three-year-old child; they might suffer from paralysis or other ailments from the shock. And you, Mi Ruanruan, look at this mess you've made! Do you know how much effort it takes for beans to grow and mature under the right conditions? Then how many people work hard to harvest them? After that, how much sweat from Little Fish and donkeys goes into making this tofu? Every grain of rice on your plate comes from hard work. The world is tough, taxes are heavy; do you understand the struggles of the farmers?"
Softy and Kong Xuan exchanged sympathetic glances before quietly walking away.
Just as Tang Zisu was about to return to her room for a cup of tea, the door burst open with a bang, and several men dressed in exotic attire stormed in.
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