"Yiyi, what are you digging?"

Song Yiyi was not in good shape today, and she didn't listen to their gossip as usual. Aunt Wang and the others soon noticed it.

She was lingering at the back alone, and everyone stopped to wait for her.

The sister-in-law who was impatient simply walked towards Song Yiyi and wanted to pull her along.

With a casual glance, I saw the grass in her basket, and the sister-in-law couldn't hide her surprise on her face.

Song Yiyi came back to her senses, glanced into the basket, and said casually: "This flower looks beautiful. I'll dig it up and take it back to see."

She couldn't even convince herself with this statement.

Aunt Wang and the others looked at each other.

The next second, everyone laughed out loud.

Song Yiyi was confused. She raised her hand and touched her hair and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Her reaction was even more funny in the eyes of everyone.

They stood there laughing for a long time.

The more I laugh, the more excited I become.

Aunt Wang held her waist with one hand, tears were about to come out, and her stomach hurt, but she couldn't stop.

Song Yiyi: “…”

Fortunately, she has a strong ability to endure.

Thick-skinned too.

Everyone laughed, and she stood opposite them and stared at them.

Women's laughter is very powerful.

The birds in the trees fluttered and flew away.

Huang Jianing was playing with Xiaobao not far away. When she heard the noise, she came over and asked, "Yiyi, what are the aunts laughing at?"

She thought she had missed some funny thing.

I could only ask Song Yiyi, the only one who wasn't smiling.

Song Yiyi pointed to her basket and said, "Here, you're laughing at me for not wanting to make progress. I'm picking wild flowers."

Is this little thing worth laughing at?

Xiaobao also held a small blue flower in his hand.

While the adults were talking, she picked it up and stuffed it into her mouth.

Huang Jianing seemed to have predicted Xiaobao's movements in advance, and raised her hand to press Xiaobao's hand.

She looked over without paying much attention, and when she saw a basket of small blue flowers, she was also stunned, "Yiyi, you..."

Huang Jianing hesitated for a long time but couldn't explain it clearly.

But my face quickly turned red.

Aunt Wang wiped her tears and asked in a half-crying, half-laughing tone, "Yiyi, did you drain Political Commissar Cen so quickly?"

Song Yiyi didn't understand at all and subconsciously asked, "What do you mean by squeezed dry?"

What does it have to do with Cen Yue?

Aunt Wang plopped down on a dead tree, a malicious smile on her face: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, given our relationship, why are you so distant? You grew up in the countryside, too, how could you not know what this thing is?"

"Tell me, Political Commissar Cen can't satisfy you anymore?"

"Ah, that's the bad thing about this old man and young wife thing. You're still as young as a flower, but he's about to wither."

One sister-in-law was curious: "That shouldn't be the case. My head of the family said that Yiyi's men, whether in the past or now, have physical fitness that no one can match."

Everyone seemed to have found some interesting topic and immediately started discussing it.

"That's not necessarily true. Training and that are two different things."

"Thinking back to when I first got married to my boyfriend, he used up all his energy on me and even failed the physical exam twice!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I remembered it now. My guy called me a shameless bastard for sucking his blood."

Song Yiyi was stunned.

How did the topic change so quickly?