Song Yiyi sat with the aunts and sisters-in-law in the compound, and the curve of her mouth grew wider as she listened.

An auntie asked while sewing shoe soles: "Yiyi, are you so happy?"

Song Yiyi nodded without hesitation, "Of course!"

One of the sisters-in-law laughed and said, "Oh! We thought you couldn't let go of Deputy Battalion Commander Cen, so we didn't dare to mention him in front of you!"

Song Yiyi kept popping melon seeds in her mouth. "How could that be? I don't like him. Aunt, sister-in-law, if you have any news in the future, you must share it with me first! Tell me, and we can all be happy together."

Seeing her happy face, everyone believed that Song Yiyi really didn't care about Cen Bowen.

Soon, the topic of conversation went off track.

Someone noticed Song Yiyi's hair and asked cautiously, "Yiyi, where did you get your hair done? I also want a fashionable hairstyle, but I'm not as pretty as you. Do you think it's suitable?"

When Song Yiyi heard the word "fashionable", she almost laughed out loud.

She coughed twice quickly, her face flushed, and said, "Let me see."

Based on the military wife's face shape, Song Yiyi recommended the length and curl that she thought was suitable for her.

"Sister-in-law, don't go to a state-owned barber shop. Find one that runs its own shop. Then, follow my advice and get a shoulder-length, slightly curly haircut. It's guaranteed to look good!"

One sister-in-law took the lead, and several other sisters-in-law present consulted Song Yiyi.

Song Yiyi was very sweet-mouthed and praised everyone's good looks, making everyone laugh so hard that they couldn't stop.

"Mrs. Zhang, your eyes are so big and round, you need to show them all. Don't have bangs anymore."

"Sister Wang, you have a beautiful mouth, it would be better if you cut bangs."

"Sister Li, wow! Your nose is so tall! I'm so envious! Why don't I have such a straight nose? You're beautiful enough now, there's no need to change!"

While eating melon seeds, Song Yiyi praised everyone present.

After she had accomplished her mission, she slipped away on the pretext of buying groceries.

The main thing is that everyone's topic started to shift towards her.

"Yiyi, I have a distant nephew whose family lives in the provincial capital. He's more masculine and imposing than Deputy Battalion Commander Cen, and his fists are as big as sandbags. I'd like to introduce him to you. What do you think?"

Song Yiyi almost fell off the stone bench.

What's the matter? She looks tough?

"Ah, Aunt Liu, Yiyi is so small, she doesn't look good with your nephew. Besides, they're so far away, you definitely don't know what the child is like now."

"That's right, Yiyi, you should go see my nephew. He's still in college this year, studying civil engineering. I heard he wants to be a building builder! I'll have him come to the compound tomorrow. Would you like to meet him?"

Song Yiyi left a message: "Ah! My parents haven't had breakfast yet. Look at my memory. They asked me to go out to buy groceries, but I was chatting and forgot the time! Goodbye, aunts and sisters-in-law."

It floated away like a gust of wind.

She really didn't expect that she could be introduced to a partner just by listening to gossip.

Song Yiyi went to an empty flower bed to bask in the sun.

Maybe it's too sunny, there is almost no one here.

Song Yiyi peeled a big White Rabbit and put it into her mouth, then half-lay on the chair, squinting her eyes and crossing her legs.

Song Minghui and Cai Mengjun are still at home.

The reason why Song Yiyi ran out was that she was afraid that Gu Chengze would not be there today and Song Minghui would talk to her about finding a partner.

There is never any reason for elders to urge you to get married.

Song Yiyi didn't want to waste her breath.

In this regard, she felt that she was quite similar to Cen Bowen, both of whom liked to solve problems by escaping.

Song Yiyi is not afraid of the sun at all. Before she came here, she wanted to get a tan, but ended in failure.

She doesn't even care that much about her appearance and always does what she wants.

Of course, she doesn't have much inside.

If you really analyze it, all her ingredients are food, and she has only taken care of her mouth all her life.

Lying there, Song Yiyi became drowsy.

Half asleep and half awake, she felt her body suddenly become heavier.

It felt like something was stepping on her chest, and she almost had a palpitation.

Song Yiyi slowly opened her eyes, looked at herself, and met a pair of copper bell eyes.

"ah!"

Song Yiyi was so surprised that her voice couldn't help but rise: "Whose little kitten are you? Wow, you're so fat! Pet it."

She grabbed the big fat orange that was nestled on her belly, sat up in an instant and held it in her arms.

Daju kicked his hind legs and tried to escape, but Song Yiyi held him tightly.

"Okay, okay, don't move. Let your sister rub it for a while, just once."

The fat cat continued to struggle.

Song Yiyi touched its fat head and said, "Here's some meat for you!"

The big fat orange finally stopped struggling.

It seems to be a foodie cat.

Song Yiyi looked at the cat carefully. Its fur was clean and neat, and the cat was plump.

It must have an owner.

She didn't take the baby home, and made an appointment with the fat boy to come over after lunch.

The little fat boy should have understood.

Song Yiyi was about to leave, and it kept staring at her.

At noon, Cai Mengjun wanted to stew a chicken, saying it was to nourish Song Yiyi.

Song Yiyi waited for Cai Mengjun to blanch the chicken and asked for a piece of meat to keep separately.

After lunch, she returned to the flower bed.

The little fat boy is still there.

Song Yiyi took out the egg yolks and chicken wrapped in oil paper, and the little fat boy came out by himself.

It eats in an unexpectedly elegant manner.

Song Yiyi curled up in a chair with her butt hot from the sun, and felt that the pain from her period was much relieved.

"Little Fatty, you eat so politely, how did you manage to eat yourself into a ball?"

The little fat boy was eating hard.

Song Yiyi: "Little Fatty, what name did your master give you?"

The fat boy didn't even raise his head.

Song Yiyi: "Little Fatty, do you have a master? Why don't you go home with your sister?"

The little fat boy continued to eat.

Song Yiyi: “…”

Forget it, play the piano to the cat.

As Song Yiyi sat there, she suddenly missed the strawberry cake in an enamel basin that she had bought before she got married.

I should have taken a bite first.

Seeing the little fat boy eating so happily, she also started to drool.

There is only an enamel basin here, no cream, no cake, and no strawberries!

An idea suddenly flashed through Song Yiyi's mind. She wanted to replicate the enamel basin strawberry cake by herself.

Just do it.

She stood up and asked the orange cat who was dozing beside her with its eyes closed after dinner: "Little Fatty, sister is leaving. Do you want to go home with me?"

Fat Orange opened his eyes and looked at her with the most innocent and simple eyes.

Song Yiyi's heart was suddenly moved, and she immediately reached out to hug Pangju.

Who knew that just when he was about to succeed, Fat Orange suddenly moved swiftly and disappeared into the flower bed.

Song Yiyi curled her lips and said, "You little ungrateful wolf, you run away after eating."

She went to the military district service center to buy eggs and glass bottles of milk.

Unable to buy strawberries, Song Yiyi simply gave them up.

When she walked back, she met Gu Heng and Cen Yue again.

Gu Heng was still wearing casual clothes and looked easy-going and approachable.

Cen Yue was different. He was meticulous in his casual clothes, with his dress code buttons buttoned up neatly.