In the evening, Villa No. 1 was brightly lit.
Soup was boiling in the pot when Old Madam Song came out of the kitchen wearing an apron.
She raised her voice and said, "Second brother, call the eldest brother and ask if they are back?"
Song Xiunian is the youngest in the family. He has an older brother named Song Sihong. After getting married, he moved to Villa No. 4.
Song Xiunian was playing chess with Old Man Song. When he heard her words, he looked up and replied, "Xiao Lan just asked, and my sister-in-law said it's almost here."
After hearing this, Mrs. Song went back into the kitchen.
Old Master Song turned his gaze away from the chessboard and looked at An Ci, who was standing opposite him and was unusually quiet. He asked with a smile, "Xiao Ci, do you want me to teach you how to play chess?"
After finishing a game of Candy Crush, An Ci raised his head and glanced at the chessboard with a lack of interest.
She shook her head, then thought of something and asked sincerely, "Can you teach me how to play mahjong?"
Mr. Song, “…”
Song Xiunian, "..."
Then two pairs of eyes turned to her, and Old Master Song asked in disbelief, "What did you say you wanted to learn?"
"Playing mahjong." An Ci didn't think there was anything wrong with it and said it casually.
She remembered that the old man often invited people to his home to play mahjong, and was nicknamed the "Ever-Victorious General."
Old Master Song finally heard clearly and asked with a puzzled look, "Why are you learning to play mahjong at such a young age?"
An Ci threw the tablet aside, reached out to the table, grabbed a piece of cake and nibbled on it, saying confidently, "It's an extra skill to have."
Is playing mahjong considered a skill?
Song Xiunian was amused by his son's wild idea and jokingly asked, "What? Are you planning to open a casino and become the boss?"
"It's not impossible." An Ci blinked, "Then can you lend me some money?"
Song Xiunian laughed angrily. The little bastard was so quick-witted that he even dared to target him.
"You wish. Go do your homework."
An Ci curled his lips and muttered something petty.
At this moment, a hurried figure rushed in.
"Grandpa, help!"
An Ci turned his head and saw the boy wearing jeans and a blue sweatshirt, with a pair of trendy sneakers on his feet, exuding a youthful and energetic aura.
He probably just came back from cram school, and he still had a schoolbag on his shoulder.
Song Yuan rushed to Old Man Song, grabbed his arm, and kept hiding behind him.
"Grandpa, my mom wants to kill me, so I'm counting on you."
Old Master Song was already accustomed to this kind of situation and asked calmly, "What trouble have you gotten yourself into again?"
"How could I?" Song Yuan lacked confidence, and the word "guilty" was almost engraved on his forehead.
Mr. Song was also a ruthless person. He said, "Okay, then I won't care about you anymore."
As soon as he finished speaking, a woman in a camel coat walked in, her high-heeled boots making a "tapping" sound as she walked.
"dad."
When the woman came in, she greeted Mr. Song first, and then she was busy teaching her son a lesson.
"Song Yuan, it's no use hiding behind your grandfather..."
"Hello, Auntie."
A soft and sweet voice suddenly interrupted. Liu Wenhui stopped talking and turned to look at the child sitting on the sofa. When she met the smiling peach blossom eyes, her expression relaxed.
"Xiao Ci is back." She walked over, picked her up and looked at her, a smile on her face, "She seems to have grown a little taller."
An Ci put his arm around her neck and said with a smile, "Aunt, have a cup of tea and calm down."
Having just been irritated by her own son, Liu Wenhui couldn't help but kiss her when she saw how well behaved she was. "Our little Ci is still the best."
As she spoke, she thought of her naughty son and became increasingly angry.
"Xiao Ci, sit down first. Aunt will talk to you after she finishes teaching your cousin a lesson." After putting An Ci back on the sofa, she turned her head to look at the debt collector hiding behind Old Man Song.
"I'll count to three. If you don't come over here, you won't have dinner."
Song Yuan tugged at the corner of Mr. Song's clothes, "Grandpa."
Old Master Song coughed lightly and looked at his eldest daughter-in-law, "Eldest daughter-in-law, what happened?"
Despite being angry, Liu Wenhui maintained proper courtesy and decorum in front of her elders. "He poured a whole bottle of glue on the teacher's chair, causing her pants to rip and she almost fell over, with her wig flying off."
She didn't even have the face to face the teacher. Just now in the cram school, she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
An Ci almost burst out laughing and quickly covered his mouth, his shoulders twitching.
What a poor kid! No wonder the aunt is so angry.
"I didn't intend to pour out the whole bottle, I just wanted to pour a little bit. Someone pulled me and my hand shook, so the whole bottle poured out..." Song Yuan explained weakly.
He originally wanted to change chairs, but the teacher suddenly came in, and before he could say anything, the teacher sat on that chair.
"Stop making excuses for me. You will definitely be punished today." Liu Wenhui interrupted him, rolled up her sleeves, picked up the old man on the table and scratched him.
"come over."
Song Yuan had a sad face and tugged at the old man's sleeve again.
"It's your fault. Who told you to tease the teacher?" Old Master Song snorted.
Song Yuan looked at the others, "Uncle."
Song Xiunian spread his hands, indicating that he had no way to save him. "Just bear with it for a while. Your father is even more ruthless."
The subtext is: The sooner he gets beaten up, the better, otherwise when his father comes back, he will beat his butt to a pulp.
Song Yuan imagined his father's dark face, decisively took off his schoolbag, and walked honestly to his mother.
"Mom, can we go out and fight?"
Liu Wenhui glanced at him and said, "You still know how to embarrass yourself." She turned around and walked out with Buqiuren in her hand, and Song Yuan followed dejectedly.
An Ci stopped laughing and sighed, "My cousin is so pitiful."
Song Xiunian heard this from the side and glanced at her with a half-smile, "I heard you stirred up a hornet's nest, causing the Fourth Elder to get stung and fall into the water?"
The old story was brought up, and An Ci's eyes dodged, "That's not true. Who said that?"
As she spoke, she jumped off the sofa, put on her slippers, and reached out to grab a bottle of juice from the table.
"I'll go see if grandma and the others have finished cooking."
The family usually asks aunt to cook for them, but because An Ci is back today, the old lady decided to cook herself, with An Lan helping out.
As soon as she reached the kitchen door, she heard Madam Song say, "Get two thermal boxes and pack some for Shi Che and Xiao Mo."
"Okay, I'll call Shi Che to get it." An Lan turned around and went to look for the thermal box.
An Ci rolled his eyes, ran into the kitchen, and offered, "I'll take it to them."
An Lan looked down at her and couldn't help laughing, "Do you know the way?"
"I know him." An Ci raised his head, holding a bottle of juice in his hand, which he hadn't had time to open yet.
"It's not like I haven't been there before. I'll just go and see Fugui."
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