Song Songbai chuckled twice, "Maybe Master's wife is more patient with girls."
After all, there are two bad boys in the family, plus the master, there are three men in the family, so it makes sense that the master's wife has a bad temper.
Zhou Yian easily accepted this setting.
Song Songbai, who was left alone, laughed twice and then fell silent. He was a little afraid that he would get some bad news when he returned to Beijing, so the suppressed emotions he had been suppressing along the way leaked out a little.
"Don't worry, he's already back in Beijing. Maybe nothing happened, it's just that Mr. Song is too busy." Zhou Yian reluctantly comforted him, looking at him with a worried look on his face.
Looking at the man with a worried face, Song Songbai had to cheer up. Although he didn't get along very well with his father and they had many disagreements due to various things, for Song Songbai, his father was still his father after all.
"Okay, I know." He packed up his things and put all the clothes in order. "I'll take some of these chickens out to my master's wife."
The reason why I didn’t give it all away was that I had to split it between Dad Zhou and Dad Song.
Zhou Yian nodded. She was going to pay him a little attention and then leave. After all, she had been on the train for quite some time and she always felt smelly.
I went out with some local specialties I brought back.
Chen Chen sighed a little, "Brother,... you are down-to-earth."
I know why these things have a different feeling, a little bit rustic.
Song Songbai looked at him coldly, knowing the hidden meaning of his words, "Don't eat it when it's ready."
"No," Chen Chen, who was picking vegetables, jumped up immediately. Although it was rustic, it looked good and tasted good when cooked. "I'm just talking nonsense. Who doesn't connect with the people? What we eat and drink are all grown by farmers. This is called integrating into the masses."
"Slippery tongue." Mrs. Meng said, "What do you mean by integrating into the masses? We are already the masses."
"I hope Mom knows what I mean." Chen Chen was not angry at what he said, but replied with a smile.
"Chenchen," Song Songbai asked, "How is school going now?"
Who would have thought that this kid, whose father majored in physics at Tsinghua University, chose the literature major instead.
He still remembered the year when the subjects were divided, when the master surrounded this guy and beat him up. He kept running around in circles and no one could stop him.
But it couldn't change his mind. At least he was beaten and lay in bed for several days. However, compared with the direct beating from his master, the various work procedures that his father forced him to complete were even more unacceptable.
However, after this incident, I decided to choose a professional chef and there wasn't any big trouble.
"How can we still go to school now? We have meetings every day and there are all kinds of troubles." Chen Chen was annoyed when he thought about these things. He didn't even attend classes. He just focused on finding faults with others. Even the professors in their major didn't get any good treatment.
Fortunately, my father doesn't have many students, and none of them are so conscienceless as to report me, otherwise I would have to go down too.
Thinking about it this way, I still think it would be a good idea for my parents to take care of fewer people.
"Don't get involved in these things, but there must be a reason." Song Songbai thought for a while and said, if you don't fit in, you will be called aloof.
"That makes sense," Chen Chen thought for a moment. Sometimes it's better to offend a gentleman than a villain. "Then tell me you're sick."
There's no better excuse than being sick.
"That's right," Song Songbai thought of Ge Qiuze in the village and offered a sincere suggestion, "It's better to break his leg."
The main thing is that he looks healthy, so it’s hard to make up stories about what disease he has.
"Okay, brother, just make a plaster cast for me when the time comes." Chen Chen quickly accepted the suggestion.
As he was speaking, the door rang and Master Chen walked in. "I had a meeting this morning and didn't have time to answer the phone. Xiao Bai must be back with his wife."
"I'm back, Master." Song Songbai went over to greet him. "An An is washing up in the room. She felt a little uncomfortable on the train. I'll go get help."
"No need," Master Chen leaned in closer and knew the smell was indeed not good, "You should go wash up too."
"..." Song Songbai didn't expect this answer, but he couldn't argue with his master, so he just replied, "Okay."
It’s not that he doesn’t want to wash up, he can’t just fight with his wife for it.
After both of them finished washing up, the meal was ready. The dishes on the table were very rich and looked like they were made with care.
Zhou Yian greeted Master Chen. Although he usually had a stern face, he relaxed his expression when he saw the little girl in front of him. "We are all home, be more relaxed."
Zhou Yian nodded. Feeling the kindness, she was no longer afraid. Otherwise, she would have been a little affected by the battles she had witnessed many times between mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law.
After the meal, Master Chen, who heard that Zhou Yian was good at chess, also planned to try his luck, but amid the excitement, he could still see doubt on Song Songbai's face.
"Xiao Bai, let's go to the study first."
Entering the study, Song Songbai felt that his worries along the way were about to be confirmed. "Master, what about my father?"
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