Men cannot talk without cigarettes and alcohol. Once they enter the house and smoke, their relationship will become much closer.
Ling Yong was just about to light cigarettes for his father and Song Qi when he suddenly remembered that Ling Ju had vomited after smelling the smoke at Song Wei's house last time, so he put it away immediately.
"Dayong, why don't you light a cigarette for your son-in-law?" Ling Dawei wondered.
Ling Ju quickly explained, "Dad, I can't stand the smell of cigarettes right now. I, I'm pregnant."
"I'm pregnant!"
Tian Mei was also surprised, "When did this happen? Your brother didn't even tell me when he called."
Ling Ju replied, "It's almost eight weeks. I was thinking of telling you when I get back!"
"That's great! This is a great thing! I want to have a baby while I'm still young, so my body can recover faster! Unlike mom, she was already over 30 when she gave birth to you, and her physical strength couldn't keep up."
Ling Dawei greeted, "Yes, we can have more children while we are still young! Then let's all stop smoking and eat some peanuts and sunflower seeds. Come to Song Qi and Song Xin, we have toffee, frozen persimmons and frozen pears. Help yourself to them, don't be shy!"
"Okay, Uncle Ling, don't worry, I won't be polite! Hehe!"
"Song Qi, Song Xin, what do you want to eat? I'll go cook! Let's have a good lunch. Oh, Song Qi, today is your birthday, right?"
Song Qi was surprised. His mother-in-law even knew this? "Mom, just eat whatever you want. I had noodles this morning."
Song Qi and Song Xin both said they weren't picky eaters, so the final decision was left to Ling Ju. "Mom, anything's fine with me, as long as the eggs aren't boiled. Anything else is fine. Just ask my brother what he wants to eat."
Ling Yong peeled a piece of candy and threw it into his mouth, baring his white teeth. "Okay, this sister is not loved in vain. It's worth it for your brother to coax you since you were a child. Okay, I can do it too. Anyway, everything our mother cooks is delicious!"
Finally, Ling Dawei and Tian Mei went to cook. Song Qi and Ling Yong wanted to help but were rejected. "Okay, let's just be hands-off bosses!"
Song Xin, on the other hand, was curious about everything. "Second sister-in-law, before I came here, I thought your house was very shabby, with mud houses, mud walls and land. I didn't expect your house is quite nice!" It was a large red brick and tiled house with clean windows, a kang, and a cement floor. The house was warm and cozy. There were double-door cabinets and everything, and even a sewing machine.
"My parents have a lot of pension, and they basically spend it all on the house and yard. Although it's not as good as your family's conditions, it's pretty good in the countryside." Ling Yong replied.
Ling Ju nodded, leaned against Song Qi, and asked him to peel peanuts for her. "Song Xin, will you sleep with me tonight? Song Qi, will you sleep with my brother?"
The two men said in unison, "No!"
Ling Ju wondered, "Ah, why? Otherwise there won't be enough room!"
Ling Yong glanced at her and said, "I'm going to sleep in the side room. You sleep with your husband, and Song Xin sleeps in my room."
"Can anyone sleep in the wing room? It's cold."
"It's okay, there's a stove inside, just heat the kang."
Ling Ju nodded, "That's fine."
A few people were chatting about all sorts of things, but Ling Dawei called Ling Yong out to kill a chicken. Song Xin insisted on following and watching, and in the end, it was Song Xin who killed the chicken.
The two men watched Song Xin wipe her neck to bleed and remove the hair, and they sighed at her courage. Ling Yong looked at her with admiration again, "Alright, Song Xin, you can do it after just one instruction. Is this really your first time killing a chicken?"
Song Xin nodded and answered confidently, "Yes, it's true!"
Ling Dawei looked at Song Xin. This girl was no ordinary one. She took the processed chicken and went into the kitchen. Ling Yong took Song Xin to wash her hands.
Looking at Song Xin's tall and slender figure, Ling Yong suddenly had an idea. If only Song Xin wasn't Song Qi's sister, then he could...
Wait, hold on, what is he thinking?
He shook his head. This idea was too scary. He couldn't eat grass in his own backyard. Absolutely not!
"Brother Ling, I'm done washing. Do you want to wash?"
Song Xin turned and smiled at Ling Yong. Seeing the bright smile on that fair little face, his heart moved fiercely, and then he quickly regained his senses, "Wash, you go back first."
"It's okay, I'll wait for you!"
It was around noon and time for lunch.
Chicken stewed with mushrooms, fried potato slices with onions, cabbage and pork stewed with vermicelli, fried peanuts, radish soup, and scrambled eggs with green onions were served on the table. It was a meal with very Northeastern characteristics.
Ling Dawei took out the medicinal wine he had brewed, and the three men each had a glass. Noticing Song Xin looking at the wine curiously, he politely asked, "Song Xin, can you drink? Would you like some?"
Song Xin looked at Song Qi, who didn't refuse. "Thank you, Uncle Ling. I'll try a little bit."
"Okay! I'm telling you, Tian Mei, I like Song Xin. He's bold, simple, and straightforward. He can kill chickens and drink."
Ling Yong added, "Dad, Song Xin also knows Kung Fu."
Ling Dawei was really excited this time, "Really!"
Song Xin was actually shy and nodded, "My kung fu is just mediocre, hehe."
Ling Ju picked up a large chicken drumstick for Song Qi and a whole chicken wing for Song Xin, and said slowly, "Okay, Song Xin, there's no outsider here, so don't be too modest. If you only have 30% of the skills, my chickens can lay ten eggs tomorrow."
Ling Dawei was very impressed. "It seems that the children of your Song family are all extraordinary. Oh, and you have an older brother?"
"Yes, Uncle Ling, my eldest brother and second brother are twins."
"Oh, or twins? They look alike, don't they?"
Song Qi shook his head and said, "Apart from height and weight, they are not very similar in other aspects." Song Qi looks like Song Zhiguo, while Song Wei looks like Chen Chun.
Ling Ju retorted, "Mom and Dad, Song Qi and his brother should be fraternal twins. Although they don't look very similar, they have a similar temperament."
"Then Song Xin must look like both his parents."
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