After getting pregnant with a golden dragon cub, the fake daughter A blew up the entire interstellar

Chapter 163 Old Golden Dragon on Fire, Always Showing Off His Love
Upon hearing this, Jiang Chacha stopped in her tracks, turned to face Chongming, and asked excitedly, "You mean the Lang family broke the law?"

Chongming's golden eyes looked into her dark, bright eyes, and he corrected her, "It's suspected of being illegal, but there's no evidence yet."

Jiang Chacha was surprised: "As the top leader of the empire, you have all the top resources in your hands. You know they are suspected of breaking the law. How can you say you didn't get any evidence? I don't believe you."

Chongming watched as she raised her head, her bright eyes sparkling as if she were watching a good show. He couldn't help but reach out and flick her forehead: "Jiang Chacha, you really want me to say that I've found evidence, but I won't produce the evidence and make you go through the process to get some experience?"

Jiang Chacha exclaimed, "Hey, you surnamed Zhong, your fans have always believed in your fairness and impartiality. I never expected you to be involved in both official and private affairs. For your nephew, you didn't hesitate to use connections to boost his qualifications?"

Flick her forehead. So what if she has long arms? I'll chop them off and use them as fertilizer.

Chongming was so angry at her that he laughed. His serious and cold face instantly became lively, like ice and snow melting and winter sun warming up.

Jiang Chacha was stunned for a moment when she saw his smile, and the hunger to devour him instantly overwhelmed her.

To alleviate her intense hunger, she said in a fierce and angry tone, "What are you laughing at? Did I say something wrong?"

Chongming's smile slowly faded, and he said in a low voice, "I do have some evidence that proves the Lang family is suspected of breaking the law."

"But the evidence is insufficient to take them down, so I'm thinking of having the eight of you go on a mission to solidify the evidence."

"If you insist on saying I was doing business for personal gain and using connections to boost Sui Xuan Chu's seniority, then you should say I was boosting your seniority and using connections for you..."

“No need.” Jiang Chacha raised her hand, palm facing him, interrupting him: “You don’t need to give me special treatment or help me gain experience. I can achieve whatever I want on my own without anyone else’s help.”

Even if she were pregnant with a child, she, a powerful demon, wouldn't be so weak that she couldn't carry anything, lift anything, or walk.

Think back to their demon race. Whether they are big demons, small demons, or old demons, even if they are pregnant, it doesn't stop them from jumping around and fighting from one mountain to another. They are all full of energy, and their roars can be heard for three thousand miles.

Chongming sighed softly: "Alright, I admit it. My subordinates are incompetent, and so am I. We failed to find any evidence of the Lang family's crimes."

"It's just a rumor, I thought I'd send the eight of you there so you could see what your biological parents are really like, so I could completely cut off any possibility of you ever reuniting with them."

Jiang Chacha reached up and touched her chin, taking in the afterglow of the sunset as she walked around Chongming, scrutinizing it from all angles.

Chongming waited until she stood in front of him again before asking her, "What lessons have you learned from me?"

Jiang Chacha held up an index finger and shook it at him: "I didn't see any insights from you, but I feel that your bloodline may not be pure. You probably have chameleon blood."

"Yes, that's right. You must have chameleon blood, otherwise you wouldn't have made the eight of us go on one mission and go through several scripts with the lines reversed. Don't you think so, Commander Chongming?"

She was indirectly criticizing him, accusing him of going back on his word, and saying one thing with eight different meanings, just like a chameleon.

Chongming raised an eyebrow and praised, "Jiang Chacha, you have such good taste. You skipped over reproduction and planted the chameleon's invisible gene in me. Thank you."

See, who said the Commander-in-Chief is so serious?
Isn't it quite convenient for him to use sarcasm and cheat?
Jiang Chacha gave a forced smile and said, "You're welcome."

Chongming changed the subject: "What would you like to eat for dinner?"

Without even thinking, Jiang Chacha asked, "What do you want me to eat? Can you cook it for me?"

What she eats—isn't it just whatever his chef cooks?

And then, pointlessly, he asked her what she had done, which was completely unnecessary.
Chongming was speechless: "You want me to cook for you?"

Jiang Chacha didn't believe he could cook: "Yes, I want you to cook for me."

Chongming took her hand and pulled her along, saying, "Come on, let's go to the kitchen and I'll cook for you."

Jiang Cha Cha: “!!!!”

Is he really going to cook for her?

Is he really good at cooking?

No, even if he can cook, why is he holding her hand?
Jiang Chacha belatedly tried to pull her hand away, only to find she couldn't.

He led her by the same pace as she did, walking unhurriedly towards the palace kitchen.

Jiang Chacha tried to pull away several times but couldn't, so she started to shout, "Let go!"

Chongming not only didn't let go, but also threatened, "I won't let go. If you struggle again, I'll hug you."

Jiang Chacha's eyes widened: "You surnamed Zhong, do your men know you look like a robber?"

Chongming raised his deep voice and asked, "Do you want them to know?"

Jiang Chacha looked at him as if he were a hideous monster: "You surnamed Zhong, are you crazy? Are you stupid? Where is your dignity?"

Chongming replied, "It's gone. Can you look for it for me?"

Jiang Chacha's lips twitched: "Does Sui Xuan Chu know you're so humorous?"

Chongming: "He doesn't know. Can you mention it to him later?"

Jiang Chacha: "You should tell him yourself, I'm afraid I'll scare him to death."

Chongming: "It's okay, he won't be scared to death so easily. Just go and mention it to him."

Jiang Chacha rolled her eyes at him, unable to argue with him, and simply ignored him. Chongming took her hand, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips, and led her through the palace.

One of them was wearing a military uniform, and the other was wearing a school combat uniform; one was tall and strong, and the other was petite and delicate.

The two walked side by side; one was composed, dignified, and domineering with a smile on his face, while the other was unwilling and prickly.

The palace staff and guards couldn't help but follow the two of them with unwavering eyes.

The commander is in love with a beautiful, petite, and pure human. Being with her makes him feel more down-to-earth.

However, the beautiful and petite human seemed to dislike the commander intensely, giving him a fierce look and showing no intention of letting him hold her hand.

The palace cooks had prepared everything, and after Chongming arrived at the kitchen, they all went to the rest area.

The huge kitchen was filled with all kinds of tableware and prepared food, all displayed on a large counter.

As Chongming took off his military jacket, he said to Jiang Chacha, "What do you want to eat? You order and I'll cook it."

Jiang Chacha was a little skeptical: "You really can cook? I'm very picky."

She's not picky about food, but when he cooks for her, she becomes picky.

After all, I don't like him, and I don't like anything he does.

Even if he cooks well, you'll still find fault with him.

Chongming put down his military jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt: "Just pick one."

He had never seen her picky about food; she ate everything and enjoyed it immensely.

Seeing his confidence, Jiang Chacha didn't stand on ceremony with him and tried everything from flying creatures to land animals and sea animals, including fried, boiled, stewed, and roasted ones.

After listening to her recite the menu and cooking method, Chongming glanced at her, put on his white apron, and began to cook.

Jiang Chacha sat at the long table, watching his skillful movements, somewhat surprised, somewhat astonished, and somewhat incredulous.

As the top leader of an empire, managing several star systems, numerous planets, and billions of people, how could he possibly have time to learn to cook? Could he really cook well?
Chongming seemed to know that Jiang Chacha was staring at him, and turned to her, saying, "You ordered 16 dishes. It will take about an hour and a half to cook them all at once. You can do your homework and ask me if you don't understand anything."

Jiang Chacha forced a smile and asked, "I ask you when I don't understand, but you have time to solve my problems?"

Chongming nodded to her: "It should be possible."

As expected of the imperial commander, he is truly confident.

Jiang Chacha agreed, took out her homework from her spatial storage, set up her tablet, and began working on the assignment given by the teacher.

As a demon with a photographic memory, even if I don't know how to do a homework assignment, I can learn it by watching the practical demonstration and the teacher's explanation video two or three times.

What takes others two or three hours, or even three or four hours, she finishes in just one hour.

After finishing her homework, she was pleasantly surprised to find that while Chongming was cooking, he was also issuing orders to handle some urgent official business and occasionally holding video conferences.

Multitasking or multitasking is no problem for him. He can cook and prepare dishes in an orderly manner, handle official business quickly, and pinpoint the problems incisively.

Looking at his broad shoulders and narrow waist, wearing an apron, one gets an overwhelming sense of a superior husband.

Jiang Chacha couldn't resist turning on her personal terminal and taking a picture of Chongming's back to send to Sui Xuanchu: "Roommate, I understand your pressure."

Sui Xuan Chu was battling from the sky to the ground and back again by ten top-tier beastmen and avian beastmen from the imperial palace. He was constantly being fought, from human form to beast form and back again. He had no time to check his personal terminal or reply to messages.

Scales were knocked off one by one, and wounds appeared one after another. One against ten, he was no match at all. He cried out to heaven and earth in vain, and could only grit his teeth and fight back with all his might, trying his best to get back at them.

Chongming said that dinner would be served in an hour and a half, and it was served precisely in an hour and a half. All kinds of ginger tea snacks, including baked, stewed, boiled, and stir-fried dishes, were served.

Even the snacks, fruit platters, and juices that we hadn't ordered were served. There were supposed to be 16 dishes, but there were more than 20 different kinds on the table.

Jiang Chacha picked up the chopsticks that Chongming had placed next to her and asked, "Should we invite your dear nephew, my roommate, to come and eat with us?"

Chongming took off his apron and put it aside, then sat down opposite Jiang Chacha and replied, "No need to call him. If you call him over, he'll get beaten up after eating and then throw up. It's such a waste."

Jiang Chacha nodded, then said sarcastically, "You really are his uncle."

Chongming raised an eyebrow: "Of course, try it and see how my cooking is?"

Jiang Chacha put down her chopsticks, picked up a piece of stir-fried meat, put it in her mouth and chewed. It was salty and spicy, and tasted great with rice. It was much better than she had imagined.

She swallowed it down, saying something that didn't quite mean her, "It's alright, edible enough."

Chongming took in her little expressions, pressed his lips to his lips, and picked up his chopsticks to put some food on her plate: "Try some other things, give me a detailed evaluation, and I'll make improvements later."

His sincerity made Jiang Chacha a little embarrassed. But then she thought that she had to find fault with him and not let him become arrogant.

So... Jiang Chacha started critiquing each dish she ate, meticulously examining everything from the color scheme of the vegetables, the color of the meat, the cooking time, the use of salt, oil, and seasonings.

Chongming listened intently and casually turned on his personal computer, filming a 6-second video of the dishes on the table, capturing Jiang Chacha's picky remarks.

He logged into his StarNet account, posted a 6-second video online, and captioned it: "My cooking is bad, I'm being criticized, disliked, and reprimanded!"