Top-notch Master Masquerading As Cannon Fodder Female Companion

“Momo is here!” the old man said loudly.

His voice came from the living room.

“Yes!” Tan Mo’s voice came again.

This time, Tan Mo came together with her voice.

Tan Mo ran in like a gust of wind and came directly in front of the two elders.

The old lady grabbed Tan Mo’s hand and said, “Why do I see that you have lost weight

again?”

“Yes, I have lost weight!” Tan Mo nodded. “I’m exhausted recently. Other than my previous work, I have to write the script for the second season of ‘Broken Continent’. I also have to teach classes at school. When I get home at night, I still have to prepare for classes. I’m busier than before!”

“I’ve never seen such a busy child like you,” the old lady’s heart ached.

Tan Mo was only 19 years old.

Did Principal Mu forget, didn’t he?

The old lady consciously ignored the fact that Tan Mo still had to write a script for Tan Jinqi.

It was normal for her to help her family members.

However, Principal Mu had put so much workload on Tan Mo’s shoulders, which was very excessive.

The old man’s heart ached. Thinking of Principal Mu, he was upset and glared at her unhappily, “I’m going to talk to Principal Mu. How can he squeeze you like crazy!”

Tan Mo quickly said, “I can handle it. Moreover, Principal Mu has helped me a lot. I can’t just turn my back on him! Principal Mu has given me a lot of freedom within his capabilities. If I were in another school, I wouldn’t be as free as I am at Beijing University.” “But you’re so tired and thin,” the old man’s heart ached.

“Then I’ll try my best to eat more to make up for it,” Tan Mo said with a smile. “Grandpa, what does Chef Wang cook today? I’ll eat more for lunch!”

“Alright,” the old man liked Tan Mo, who ate and drank well and never talked about losing weight.

Young people were growing up with good metabolism. Why should they simply lose weight?

They were as thin as a rake, and they didn’t look good.

“Chef Wang made your favorite dishes, pepper coral grouper, steamed sponge gourd with garlic, thirteen-spice crawfish, and garlic crawfish,” said the old lady with a smile. Her eyes fell on Tan Mo’s face, and she never looked at anyone else again.

“Auntie Zhang bought the crawfish. She cleaned them with a toothbrush one by one, and then gave them to Chef Wang after she cleaned their bellies,” said Wei Keren enviously. “I like to eat them too, but Chef Wang refuses to cook because Auntie Zhang says it’s too hard to cook crawfish. It’s better to just ask the restaurant to send them over. But the seasoning of the crawfish cooked by Chef Wang is his exclusive recipe. The restaurant can’t make the taste of Chef Wang.

“Fortunately, I’m here today, so I can take the advantage of Aunt and eat some,” Wei Keren almost swallowed his saliva.

Crawfish was not a precious thing.

Especially for the Wei family, it was nothing.

The crawfish sold in restaurants would be a little more expensive, but if he went to the market to buy fresh crawfish, it would be very cheap.