The aunties were very confused when they saw that they all laughed.
What's wrong?
Could it be that one of her secrets was discovered?
Aunt Sun felt awkward as if others were talking about her behind her back, but she had no idea what they were talking about.
Song Yiyi straightened up and said, "I don't like this man. It seems that you, Aunt Sun, are very happy about him. When he comes next time, you can introduce him to your daughter."
Upon hearing this, Aunt Sun put aside her previous discomfort and narrowed her eyes into slits.
"That's great, Yiyi, why don't you introduce me to my daughter? After all, good things should be kept within the family. I think this guy is really good."
Song Yiyi looked at my cherry lips and pretended to be surprised.
"Ah, so you need someone to introduce you to someone you like? I had no idea. I wouldn't do that. You should find someone else. After all, others like me because of my charm."
She choked back the words and motioned her sisters behind her to go upstairs.
[Wow, my sister is really powerful, she beat that old witch, big sister is awesome!]
When the sisters heard Song Xiner's cheers, they all smiled with their lips pursed.
With such a happy person at home, all the hardship is worth it.
Aunt Sun looked at these beautiful women with a vicious look in her eyes, as if spitting venom. "Hmph! Only a dog would believe what you say. If you don't seduce them, how can others like you?"
The other aunties hid in the dark and looked at Aunt Sun with disgust.
These people have their own judgment on what is right and wrong, and they are very clear about it.
Back home.
The house they rented was not big, only 90 square meters, with three bedrooms, a living room and two bathrooms. There were two bunk beds in the master bedroom and one bunk bed in each of the two secondary bedrooms.
Just enough for eight sisters to live in.
The fourth and fifth sisters go to school in other cities, and their beds are always covered with bedding, but they never put any clutter on them, always leaving space for the two sisters in this house.
The seven sisters each have their own responsibilities.
The eldest and second sisters went to cook.
The third sister tutors Song Qiqi with her homework.
Song Liuliu sat alone on the sofa holding Song Xiner. The top student had finished his homework at school long ago.
"Chirp, chirp, little sister is so cute when she blows bubbles."
Seeing this, the sisters were indescribably excited.
They have seen the changes in Song Liuliu over the past few days.
Although his smile is not as strong as before the incident, at least he is willing to smile now.
Song Xiner rolled her eyes cutely.
[Really? Do you think I'm a child? How annoying.]
This complaint made Song Liuliu laugh out loud.
"Okay, it's time to drink milk."
After saying that, Song Liuliu put Song Xiner on the sofa and went to make the milk powder herself.
"Big sister, my little sister's milk powder is almost gone again."
Song Yiyi, who was busy in the kitchen, heard this and her eyes dimmed. She curled her lips and said, "Okay, I'll go buy a box tomorrow."
Rent, utilities, and water costs account for half of her salary.
A lot of money was also spent on the living expenses and tuition fees of my three younger sisters.
When school started some time ago, Song Yiyi and Song Erer had paid all their savings.
Now we are really spending more than we earn.
Song Yiyi finally understood why she looked down on that rich second generation but was still with him. It was all because of poverty.
Now that she knows her fate this time, she will definitely not repeat the same mistake and not let her sisters worry.
Since the Song family has hurt my younger sister, it wouldn't be too much for them to make a big fuss and ask for compensation!
Song Yiyi bit her lip, clenched the knife, and worked harder.
Song Shanshan, who was helping out, felt guilty and said, "Sister, I haven't found a job yet."
"It's okay. Your second sister and I will handle any big problem. You can take your time to look for it. Don't try to be backward compatible." Song Yiyi comforted.
The current economic situation is bad, and many college graduates are directly unemployed.
Song Shanshan is no exception.
"You guys are so good. I don't deserve to have family like you." Song Shanshan lowered her head, otherwise her tears would be discovered by them.
Song Yiyi wiped her hands clean and hugged Song Shanshan in her arms.
"Silly boy, why are you saying such things? This is what I deserve. You must remember not to put yourself in a difficult position. Take your time and find someone. We can afford it."
If it’s bitter, let your sister eat it.
The meal was prepared. Since Song Xiner was still sick, a bowl of nutritious meat porridge was specially cooked for her, which would make it easier to feed her.
Song Liuliu took the initiative to feed her and let the sisters eat first.
This made Song Yiyi feel that everything was worth it.
Everyone is moving in a good direction.
[Oh, so good, so good, the porridge made by big sister is delicious. However, it would be better if you could add some chili peppers, it’s too bland!]
In her previous life, Song Xiner simply loved spicy food.
Even if you have hemorrhoids, you can't control it.
“Puff—”
The sisters were laughing so hard that they couldn't stop.
Song Xiner was confused. Why did these sisters always burst into laughter suddenly?
Could it be that everyone is a little sick?
Song Xiner ate with a humming sound and stopped complaining.
After dinner, the sisters who did not cook will take the initiative to take responsibility for washing the dishes.
The other sisters went to take a shower first so as not to delay the sisters behind them.
Song Xiner was helped by her elder sister.
[Ahhh, I, a master of metaphysics, am actually being manipulated by others and needing help to scrub my body. This is truly shameful!]
"Snap!"
Rourou felt a bouncy sound.
"Stop babbling. How can a child take a bath by himself?" Song Yiyi used her blood to suppress the hesitant Song Xiner.
Song Xiner was spanked shamefully, but she stopped making a fuss.
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