Although those two words were not mentioned.
Cen Yue still understood what Song Yiyi was saying immediately.
His forehead twitched, and Cen Yue's tone was dangerous: "What do you think?"
Song Yiyi said innocently, "How would I know? If you say so, I will believe it."
In fact, she knew.
After all, the fact that they "died in seconds" during their first time made some people secretly feel resentful for a long time.
Cen Yue didn't say anything, but his thoughts were written in his eyes.
He took the washbasin and went out to take a shower without saying a word.
Like trying to explain.
And I'm afraid of losing face.
Riding in a car was also very tiring, so Song Yiyi fell asleep as soon as she hit the bed, completely ignoring the twists and turns in Cen Yue's mind.
The two arrived at the compound at noon the next day.
Just as he put his things away, a young man in military uniform ran over and saluted Cen Yue, saying, "Hello, Chief! Can I drive the car?"
Cen Yue nodded, "Yeah."
Only after the car was driven away by that person did Song Yiyi realize that Cen Yue didn't actually need to drive himself.
Every time he uses a car, Cen Yue always drives himself.
Song Yiyi subconsciously thought that someone at his level didn't have a driver, but it turned out that he did.
Back home.
Cen Yue went to pick up Da Zhuang first.
After not seeing him for a few days, Da Zhuang seemed to have become fatter. As soon as he entered the main room, he lay on the ground with his belly spread out, without any shyness at all.
Song Yiyi took a look at it and said teasingly, "Da Zhuang, it's exposed."
Da Zhuang wagged his tail back and forth, as if he understood, and used his tail to create a mosaic.
When Cen Yue passed by, Dazhuang moved his fat body and twisted it back and forth.
It's a pity that the owner didn't pay any attention to it.
Da Zhuang was shocked to find that it seemed to have fallen out of favor!
His eyes rolled.
Da Zhuang stood up calmly and walked to Song Yiyi's legs and rubbed them.
Song Yiyi had already seen its series of operations.
She pretended not to notice and fiddled with the teacup in her hand.
Da Zhuang looked up and rubbed Song Yiyi's legs again, this time staying a little longer.
It also swung its tail at Song Yiyi several times.
Song Yiyi finally couldn't hold back this strong coquettish offensive, picked it up from the ground, and rubbed and sucked it.
During the few days they returned home, there must have been a strong wind in the courtyard, and leaves were falling all over the ground.
Cen Yue was cleaning the yard.
Song Yiyi went into the kitchen and made egg noodles.
After marrying Cen Yue, she rarely cooked.
But whenever he made it, Cen Yue would always eat it all up.
But he didn't praise it either.
Cen Yue went back to work that afternoon.
Song Yiyi slept soundly at home for two days before finally getting up.
Huang Jianing brought Xiaobao and knocked on the door.
She fried some sugar-coated cakes at home and sent some over while they were still hot.
The two of them hadn't said a few words yet.
Aunt Wang came with a plate of steaming scallion pancakes in her hand.
Huang Jianing had to go back and continue blasting.
After the three of them discussed it, they went to sit next door and chat.
The freshly baked sugar-coated cake has a crispy crust and a sweet but not greasy filling. The sugar filling is mixed with sesame seeds, leaving a lingering fragrance in every mouthful.
Song Yiyi, Aunt Wang and Xiaobao, the three of them sat in order of age, their mouths and hands covered in oil from eating.
"Does it smell good?"
Song Yiyi tilted her head and asked Xiaobao.
Xiaobao didn't even bother to look up, just nodded his little head and answered loudly: "It smells good!"
The emotional value is very sufficient.
This caused several adults to burst into laughter.
After finishing one, Aunt Wang wiped her hands and asked, "Jianing, why did you think of frying sugar-fried cakes? I saw you fried some fried oil cakes too. Are you having a party at home?"
Oil is very precious these days.
Generally speaking, people only eat fried food during festivals.
Most of the fried ones are used to entertain guests.
The oil used for frying will also be used again.
Huang Jianing smiled softly: "My second aunt came back from a long trip. She called the army yesterday and told Guozheng that she would come over today."
Song Yiyi and Aunt Wang blinked their eyes and waited for what would happen next.
"My second aunt loves sugar-coated cakes. I want to fry some for her to take away. She's been away from home working a lot lately and is very busy and tired."
After hearing this, Aunt Wang gave a thumbs up: "Jianing, you are so generous!"
Huang Jianing's hands kept moving. She used long chopsticks to flip the sugar-coated cake that was floating in the pot.
"My second aunt is a good person."
Huang Jianing said: "When I gave birth to my first child, my mother-in-law disliked the fact that she was a daughter and was unwilling to buy her clothes."
"During my confinement period, I didn't have enough to eat every day. My baby cried every night because he had no milk and was hungry."
"My second aunt gave me money without my mother-in-law's knowledge, bought cloth for the child, and brought me trough cakes and malted milk, asking me to hide them and drink them secretly."
"When Xiaobao was born, my mother-in-law was so angry that she cursed in the yard every day. My second aunt came more often and she always scolded my mother-in-law."
"She treats Xiaobao very well. She buys most of Xiaobao's clothes and brings food for the child every time she comes."
As she spoke, her eyes became red.
Aunt Wang quickly said, "Blast it! I'll help you fry it!"
As she spoke, she was about to roll up her sleeves.
Huang Jianing naturally refused, "Auntie, there's not much left, you guys eat quickly."
After frying the sugar-coated cakes, they started frying the fragrant oil cakes.
When Song Yiyi saw the finished product, she realized that Youxiang was actually fried dough sticks.
Aunt Wang waited until Huang Jianing sat down, then glanced outside and asked in a low voice, "Jianing, are you pregnant again?"
Song Yiyi was about to open her mouth to bite the scallion pancake, but stopped when she heard this.
Still alive?!
If I remember correctly, the policy seems to be tightened soon.
The previous performance by the art troupe, which put the theme of family planning first, is proof of this.
Song Yiyi has a God's perspective.
Huang Jianing and the others didn't know about this. After all, this matter had been mentioned before but had never been actually implemented.
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