Song Xingzhi's smile became even brighter: "Grandma, I was controlled by Sister Chunxue."
Yao Qingling immediately rolled her eyes at him: "You're useless!"
Lan Chunxiao laughed at the side: "Speaking of being manipulated by their wives, there are really not many people in our Song family who are promising."
Everyone burst into laughter.
After all, everyone knows that all the men in the Song family are afraid of their wives.
Even Song Ci couldn't help but laugh: "In our lineage, the Madam has always had the final say."
Song Yanze muttered quietly to the side: "I must find a super gentle wife in the future, and make sure people know that not every man in our Song family is afraid of his wife!"
Zhong Xiaoxiao heard this and rolled her eyes: "You really are! Even if it proves that you are not afraid of your wife, so what?"
She spread her hands and said, "Are you going to beat your wife again?"
Song Yanze immediately retorted: "How could I possibly hit my wife!"
Zhong Xiaoxiao's eyes rolled around: "What if your wife hits you?"
Song Yanze choked: "Then, then I can't hit her..."
He quickly added, "That's why I said I want to find a super gentle wife!"
Zhong Xiaoxiao immediately tutted her words: "Looking at you like this, I feel... well, you will be afraid of your wife in the future!"
Song Yanze suddenly became anxious: "Why am I afraid..."
Song Xingyun raised his hand and hit him: "You little bastard, do you know that being afraid of your wife is actually loving her?"
He was full of disgust: "Forget it, you won't understand even if I tell you!"
Song Yanze touched the back of his head and muttered, "Can love and fear be equated?"
He was muttering when Song Xingzhi suddenly leaned closer and lowered his voice: "When you get married in the future, you'll understand naturally - it's not fear, it's willingness to give her some."
Song Xingyun listened and couldn't help nodding: "That makes sense."
He slapped his son again: "You keep saying you've grown up! How have you grown up?"
Song Yanze felt that he was being looked down upon, and the father and son started laughing and jokingly making a mess.
The family was having a lively time, and during the time they discovered that Song Yanshen could speak, everyone was surprised for a while.
Near noon, Song Yadong and his two sons came back, and the atmosphere became lively again.
Although Yao Qingling and her family made dumplings at home, lunch was not just dumplings. There were also various hot dishes and cold dishes filling the table.
The aroma of the braised pork cooked by Yao Qingling filled the air. Lan Chunxiao picked up a piece of pork with chopsticks and put it into Zhong Xiaoxiao's bowl. "Try it! This is your great-grandmother's specialty."
Zhong Xiaoxiao responded sweetly: "Thank you, great-grandma, thank you, great-grandma!"
He picked up the braised pork and took a bite, his eyes narrowed immediately. "Wow, it's so delicious! It's soft, sweet, and melts in your mouth. It's even better than what the chefs in the restaurant make!"
Lan Chunxiao couldn't stop laughing: "Girl, your mouth is as sweet as honey."
Yao Qingling also smiled and said, "If you like it, eat more. Grandma will make it for you often in the future."
Zhong Xiaoxiao's cheeks flushed slightly: "Then I won't be polite. With such delicious braised pork, I can eat three bowls of rice!"
Lan Chunxiao also picked up a piece for Zhou Mingli: "Mingli, you should try it too. Your grandmother stewed this braised pork for more than two hours."
Zhou Mingli smiled shyly: "Thank you, great-grandmother, thank you, great-grandmother."
In the Song family, everyone is looking forward to having a daughter, so both the lively Zhong Xiaoxiao and the quiet Zhou Mingli are particularly favored.
Not to mention the lovely and pretty Zhong Yuanyuan, who basically never got off anyone's body.
She was being held in Lan Chunxiao's arms at the moment, her little face flushed, and she smiled at everyone she saw, making everyone take turns to coax her.
Yao Qingling sat aside and looked at the children and grandchildren around her, with smiles in her eyes and eyebrows. She felt that the lively atmosphere of this house was better than all the prosperity in the world.
Zhong Yuanyuan suddenly uttered a cry and reached out to grab the chopsticks on the table, causing everyone to laugh.
After lunch, Song Yadong and the other two went back to work, leaving the others together to chat.
Everyone is still very concerned about the situation of Song Xingzhi, Zhang Chunxue and others in their hometown.
As for Zhang Chunxue and his team's braised food business, they had mentioned it when they attended Zhang Chunxue and Song Xingzhi's wedding, so everyone knew about it.
But when Zheng Wenbi proudly said that Zhang Chunxue and his team had a daily turnover of hundreds of dollars, everyone couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.
Lan Chunxiao sighed, "I finally understand why you, Chunxue, don't want to settle in the capital."
The words were not explained clearly, but everyone understood.
If we really come to the capital, how can we let Zhang Chunxue go out to do these things?
"What you like is the best!" Zhang Chunxue smiled. "I also have nothing to do at home all day!"
Everyone started laughing and talking about other things, like gossip about other people.
Zhong Xiaoxiao and Zhou Mingli listened with great interest.
Yao Qingling patted Zhong Yuanyuan's back gently, and her eyes swept gently over everyone in the room.
After all, how many people can live like her, with five generations living under one roof?
Zhang Chunxue and his friends stayed in the military compound until dinner time before reluctantly saying goodbye.
After agreeing to come back in a few days, they walked back on the snow.
The snow started falling again in the afternoon, and it stopped just in time for dinner. The ground was covered with a thick layer of white, and footprints made a slight crackling sound when they stepped on it.
"We'll have to arrange for someone to clean up the snow tomorrow morning!" Song Yashan said with a smile, "It looks clean."
Song Yanze and Song Yanshen started playing snowball fights along the way. Zhong Xiaoxiao was fed all kinds of food at night and was a little full, so she didn't join in.
Zhou Mingli held Zhong Yuanyuan in her arms and watched them make a fuss. The cold wind blew on her face, but she couldn't hide her smile.
Zhong Yuanyuan twisted in Zhou Mingli's arms, stretched out her little hands into the air as if to catch the falling snow foam, and giggled.
The street lights in the distance reflected the light of the snow, casting long shadows on the courtyard wall, and there was warmth in the silence.
Song Xingzhi took Zhang Chunxue's hand and whispered, "Sister Chunxue, are you cold?"
Zhang Chunxue smiled brightly at him: "It's not cold."
Song Xingzhi was still worried, so he tightened her scarf again, rubbed the snow grains on the ends of her hair with his fingertips, and put her hand and his own hand into his pocket.
Zhong Xiaoxiao saw this from behind and couldn't help but gasp in amazement.
Although her biological father is very good to her mother, he really can't take care of such small details.
Zhong Xiaoxiao felt that her mother really married the right person.
Both of my previous and current husbands were very good.
A smile appeared on her face. She took two steps forward and took Zhang Chunxue's other arm.
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