Chapter 109: Bringing the King into the Urn (Part II)

"Studying, are you going to a foreign country?" Song Maolin was obviously interested.

"Yes, yes!" Seeing her in the set, Su Zhiyi nodded and said deliberately: "I don't want to go either, but Teacher Yan arranged it, so it's not okay not to go." ”

"How many days are you going?" asked Song Maolin pretending to be nonchalant.

"It's about a day, and I'll be back the next day. ”

Song Maolin suddenly thought of the noodles in the pot, so she walked quickly to the kitchen, and didn't forget to ask as she walked, "Then who sent you?"

"Teacher Yan's family doesn't have a car, and even if she does, she can't fit so many people, and she doesn't plan to rent a car, so the parents of the other students in the dance class suggested that the parents should send their children separately, which would be safer. ”

"Your father sent you?" Song Maolin paused, and then saw the noodle soup in the pot coming out, so she hurriedly ran over and lifted the lid of the pot.

Her thoughts were not on the pot at all, and Song Maolin pondered while stirring it with a spoon.

"yes, I'm going to ask my dad to drop me off so it's easy to go back and forth. Su Zhiyi followed up in the kitchen, and there was a small bowl on the cupboard, and there were a few pickles in the bowl.

Song Maolin turned off the heat and served noodles, and her movements were very smooth.

Su Zhiyi pinched the pickles from the bowl next to her and put them in her mouth, and then ate them with a smile, and said with relish while eating: "This spicy cabbage is really delicious, and my grandmother made a taste!"

Song Maolin was startled, and the soup in the bowl spilled out, all on the back of her hand.

"Ah!" Song Maolin hurriedly put down the bowl and unscrewed the water hose to flush the back of her hand, but now she didn't care about the pain of the fire on her hand, and quickly explained:

"This is my own making, my craftsmanship is average, where can I compare to your grandma, your grandma's cooking must be delicious. ”

Su Zhiyi shrugged her shoulders, and also flushed her hand at the water pipe, and said while washing her hands: "Aunt Lin, are you misremembering something? Isn't this what my mother sent you last time?" ”

Song Maolin was wiping her hands when her movements stopped.

Damn, how did she forget about it?

When she came back from the countryside, Su Zhiyi's grandmother asked her to bring back a can of spicy cabbage, and later Xia Wenfang brought another bowl.

When Su Zhiyi mentioned the spicy cabbage just now, she was so scared that she forgot that Xia Wenfang had also sent it.

"The ones your mother sent me have already eaten, and I made them myself. Song Maolin laughed dryly, this was the only reason she could think of now.

"Oh......" Su Zhiyi elongated his voice in response, and in Song Maolin's ears, he only felt harsh.

"Okay, let's go and call your sister Yanran to dinner. Song Maolin glanced at Su Zhiyi twice, and her gaze collided, and she quickly withdrew her gaze.

I don't know what's going on now, but she feels a little afraid of this dead girl.

Su Zhiyi pursed his lips, then walked out of the kitchen and shouted into the bedroom: "Sister Yanran, it's time to eat!"

Song Yanran was pulling Su Zhiyi's schoolbag in her hand, thinking about how to deal with her winter vacation life, when she heard her voice coldly, she was startled.

"Ah, here we are!" she listened to the approaching footsteps, and did not dare to do anything, so she hurriedly fastened the strap of her school bag.

As soon as Su Zhiyi walked to the door, the door opened, she looked at Song Yanran, who was obviously a little flustered, and then glanced inside: "Sister Yanran, what's wrong with you?"

"Not really. Song Yanran said angrily, and then walked towards the kitchen.

"Didn't you just pack up, why did you stay in your room for so long?"

Listening to her question, Song Yanran was a little annoyed: "What's the matter? This is my house and not yours, can't I be in my own room!"

"Yanran, how are you talking!" Song Maolin put the bowl on the table, and when she turned around, she saw Su Zhiyi's eyes with tears of grievance.

She was very irritable, especially for her daughter's emotionality, which she had always disliked.

If you keep showing your emotions on your face, what will you be able to do in the future? Do you still expect her to succeed? It's good if she doesn't fail!

Su Zhiyi knew that just one of her aggrieved eyes could make Song Yanran unable to eat and walk around, so she felt a little proud in her heart and sat down at the dinner table.

"Why don't you hurry up and sit down to eat, what are you doing there?!" Song Maolin urged Song Yanran with a cold face, and couldn't help but glare at her.

Even if Song Yanran was no longer convinced, she didn't dare to attack at this time, but only dared to glance at Su Zhiyi secretly.

Retarded!

Seeing Song Yanran's deflated appearance, Su Zhiyi scolded in his heart.

Compared with the previous life, Song Yanran is like a crab cutting off its pincers, and a poisonous snake has no fangs, which is really harmless.

Because Su Zhiyi had already eaten, she watched them eat from the side.

At the dinner table, Su Zhiyi proposed: "Aunt Lin, let's go to my house for dinner at noon today, my mother said that it will be delicious at noon." ”

"But I really see that your mother is pregnant, and I guess your mother's little salary has been eaten up by your mother, right?" Song Maolin said sourly while pulling the noodles in the bowl.

"It's okay, my dad is rich, my mom is rich, my uncle is rich, and my grandfather is richer. Su Zhiyi said it in a series of words, and he couldn't wait to paste the words 'wealthy' on himself.

Song Maolin didn't expect her to say this, she coughed a few times when she was choked, and quickly covered her mouth with a handkerchief and coughed.

"That is, the times are different now, and if you had heard you say this before, your grandfather would definitely have to fall. ”

Su Zhiyi smiled indifferently, and echoed: "Aunt Lin, you also said, now that the times are different, how can there be so much poverty? Not to mention that my father's salary is enough to support our mother and daughter now, even if it is not a problem to support a few more people!"

Song Maolin's breath was stagnant, and her heart was a little weak, this dead girl was born to restrain her!

She wanted to crush her teeth in her heart, especially when she saw Su Zhiyi's smiling eyes, she was angry.

Su Zhiyi is still useful for keeping her now, and he doesn't want her to find out anything, so he added: "Look at how well my father raised my grandparents and aunts, and I didn't see them hungry and thirsty." ”

Speaking of Su Changhong, Song Maolin remembered and asked, "How is your aunt now?"

"I don't know, it's probably not bad. Su Zhiyi really didn't know how she was now, and he didn't want to ask.

Everything about Su Changhong is self-inflicted, and she deserves what happens to her!

To this day, she still can't forget the day she instructed that little thug to hurt herself.

If it weren't for Gu Xizhou's sudden appearance, she would really be more than lucky.

Speaking of Gu Xizhou, Su Zhiyi suddenly found that it seemed that he hadn't seen him for a long time.

In fact, it is very wonderful between people, the first thirteen years they did not know each other, not to mention that they rarely met, even if they really met, they did not speak.

But since they met, they have met from time to time.