Song Ming couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Damn, she really is my sister, so fierce!"
"She relieved her stress by fighting. I think she would have lost half her life. Song Ming, you don't know, your sister looks gentle and quiet, but when she hits someone, it really hurts. There was one time in the summer when she came to the gym to find me and insisted on dragging me to practice boxing. Damn, she chased me the whole time and I couldn't dodge. I don't even dare to recall those punches."
"You won't refuse?"
"How could I refuse? How could I dare? There were a few other times when I said something wrong that pissed her off, and she'd just turn her face upside down, twist my arm without a word, and shove me to the ground. And you know what? She's really practiced, completely different from the guys we used to fight as kids. She's got skills, and you wouldn't be able to resist with just brute force."
Song Ming suppressed his laughter and said, "Brother, it's really not easy for you."
Jiang Yiyu sighed: "Hasn't she ever challenged you to a fight?"
Song Ming shook his head sincerely. "If I don't provoke her, she won't even bother to say a few words to me. From childhood to adulthood, she has been looking for me, either because she wants something or because she wants me to take her to see someone. To sum up, that girl never comes to me without a reason. When she comes, it's always because of something."
"Well, it turns out he's just targeting me and beating me up."
"You have to be really annoying to force Song Shengsheng to take action."
"How would I know? Anyway, after getting married, my perception of her has completely changed. I used to think she was just a little princess, well-behaved and pretty, lovable, and in need of protection. Now, although she's still a princess, she's bold and powerful, and you can't win an argument with her. And the best thing about her is that she curses like a cultured person without using any swear words. You have to think about it for a moment before you realize something's wrong. You know that Jiang Yuan mistress, Zhao Rong."
"Yeah, I know."
"She's such a scheming person, so cunning! Not only was my mom incapable of dealing with her back then, but even those other girls Jiang Yuan has had with other women over the years haven't been able to handle her. And guess what? Your sister, my wife, has only met Zhao Rong twice, and she's completely subdued her. Zhao Rong couldn't last more than three moves in her hands, and was completely defeated. It's no exaggeration at all."
"Fuck, that's awesome!"
"Who said she wasn't? She's really amazing." Jiang Yiyu and Song Ming clinked their bottles together. "But she's not always so strong towards me. Most of the time, she uses a soft knife to deal with me. Do you know what a soft knife is?"
"What?"
Jiang Yiyu thought for a moment and said, "She wanted me to do something. She didn't say I had to do it or anything like that. She had made up her mind first and then set a trap for me.
For example, when it comes to cooking, she would always ask me first, who will cook dinner, and I would say it doesn’t matter, and then after a while, she would ask me again, how about having braised pork ribs in the evening.
I said it was all fine, and she started to talk to me about all the times and places she had eaten there and how they tasted. She went on and on, and finally concluded that although the food outside was delicious, it was still not as good as the braised pork ribs I made for her last time.
Then she would ask me how I made it and why it was so delicious. After I finished, she would pretend to think carefully and then praise me profusely. When I was feeling the most ecstatic, she would find the right moment, put her arm around me, soften her voice, and act a little coquettishly, saying she wanted to eat it. I, who was also a loser, would immediately and willingly run to cook for her.
Song Ming tugged at his tie, took a sip of his wine, and smiled, "I can tell you don't know her well enough. This has been her go-to trick since she was little. Everyone in my family, even the nanny and the housekeeper, has been fooled by this little trick. Song Shengsheng is a very smart girl, so I warned you early on that you can do anything, but don't lie to her. Tell me, how did you come up with this tonight?"
Jiang Yiyu straightened the table, making room for the skewers brought by the boss, and said, "How else can I come out? Tell the truth and I'll come out to see you."
"Is it that simple?"
"Well, let's get back to the point. How do you think we should celebrate her birthday this year?"
Song Ming handed him a mutton skewer and said, "Next week, my grandparents will be back from Jiangcheng. They want to have a family dinner together since it's Shengsheng's birthday and your first year in the Song family. So, you don't have to worry about preparing any ceremony, just give her a gift."
"What are you giving me?"
"I don't know. I'm worried too. Before, she was eyeing you, and I could use you to curry her favor. Now you're hers too. She has everything she needs. So, what do you think I should give her?"
Jiang Yiyu sighed and shook his head: "It's really difficult."
"Yes, it's difficult..."
The two of them ate skewers and drank wine in silence for a while. Jiang Yiyu sighed and said, "You said, she likes me, how about I tattoo her?"
"How? What do you want to tattoo?"
"How about a head tattoo, or a bust of your face, on your back, or a name?"
Song Ming looked embarrassed: "Is it rustic?"
"Earth?"
"Rude, especially the name, very rustic."
Jiang Yiyu was deflated again: "I really have no other ideas."
"How about you tie a bow for yourself?"
"Give myself to her? Forget it. After what I've discovered recently, Song Shengsheng is definitely more interested in my face than my body."
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