Chapter 1086: Mother Song rushed to find fault with Song Shao

Song Yuyi's movements were extremely light.

I am afraid that if it is heavier, it will disturb the sleeping Ye Qinqin.

He will Ye Qinqin's body.

Wash carefully with a warm towel.

After cleaning, Song Yuyi picked up the velvet quilt and gently covered Ye Qinqin's body.

Everything is ready.

Song Yuyi left the bedroom with confidence.

——

in the living room.

Song's father and Song's mother sat together.

Hold a book.

Study carefully.

Song Yuyi walked to the leather sofa opposite Song's father and Song's mother.

Sit down.

"Mom, Dad." Song Yuyi said softly.

Father Song and Mother Song on the opposite side bowed their heads and whispered.

It seems to be deliberating on something very important.

Song Yuyi leaned back leisurely.

One-handed disbursement.

Erlang's legs.

Wait quietly.

Song's father and Song's mother discussed for a long time and argued.

Mother Song raised her eyes.

looked at his son Song Yuyi.

"Xiaoyi, what do you think we should do with mooncakes?"

"Make mooncakes!" Song Yuyi raised her eyebrows.

He watched Song's father and Song's mother arguing for a long time, and it turned out to be for the purpose of making moon cakes.

Mother Song nodded.

"The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, I want to make sweet mooncakes, and your dad wants to make salty mooncakes, so I haven't decided for a while."

"Mom, if you want to eat moon cakes, there are all kinds of flavors, why do you need to do it!" Song Yuyi said with a smile.

"I know, but I just want to make mooncakes with my own hands, Xiaoyi, you have to make them when the time comes." Mother Song advised.

Song Yuyi was stunned.

"Mom, we never made mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival before."

"That was before, and now that Qinqin is here, it's naturally different." Mother Song smiled, "When the time comes, you and your father will make moon cakes in a group, and I will make moon cakes with Qinqin in a group to see who can make it better." Mother Song made a decision.

Song Yuyi was not happy.

"Mom, if you really want to make moon cakes in groups, it should be me and Qinqin in a group, and you and Dad in a group."

Mother Song refused, "No, absolutely not, if Qinqin can't make moon cakes, I can teach her very seriously." ”

"Mom, I will also teach Qinqin to make moon cakes very seriously." Song Yuyi objected.

Qin Qin is the person on the tip of his heart, so he naturally wants to make moon cakes with Qin Qin.

"You're not careful enough." Mother Song found fault with Song Yuyi.

Song Yuyi narrowed her eyes.

looked at Song Mu who was looking for a reason to belittle herself.

Full of black lines.

He said lightly: "Mom, it's a little better than you." ”

He won't let his mother and mother Song take advantage.

Mother Song choked.

looked at his son Song Yuyi, who did not back down at all.

Decided to find another way.

"Xiaoyi, mom really wants to be in a group with Qinqin." Mother Song softened her voice and whispered softly.

If the hard one doesn't work, the soft one will come.

No matter which means you use, you must make Xiao Yi agree.

Song Yuyi looked at her mother whose attitude changed from tough to soft-spoken.

I could only nod helplessly.

"Mom, okay then!"

Mother Song was overjoyed, "It's better to be Xiaoyi." ”

Father Song was speechless.

looked at his son Song Yuyi.

"Yu Yi, your attitude is not firm, since you rejected your mother's proposal, you should refuse to the end." ”

He wants to make mooncakes with his wife.

I don't want to make mooncakes with my son Song Yuyi at all.

Even if he knew that his son was good at cooking, he couldn't make him happy.

Song Yuyi looked at Song's father, who did not hide his strong dissatisfaction with him.

Cover your forehead.

"Dad, you're not Mom's opponent, how can I be Mom's opponent." Song Yuyi's heart was even more sad, he wanted to make moon cakes with Ye Qinqin.

I don't want to make mooncakes with Song's father at all.

Father Song frowned.

Reached

Touching his chin.

"You didn't make your mom change her mind, which means that the effort was not enough." Father Song said in a deep voice.