Song Minghui waved his hand and said, "What nonsense! I'm not the only one with the last name Song in this world. Besides, what the hell is this..."
He had always disliked Song Qiong.
This time I finally got the chance.
Song Minghui planned to teach Song Qiong a lesson.
What era is this? A lesbian looks down on other lesbians.
Still talking about something that is not going away.
But Song Minghui forgot what kind of existence Song Qiong was in the village.
He had just begun to speak.
Song Qiong interrupted him with a look of disdain: "Uncle, why are you so excited? Did I say something right, and you're angry out of shame?"
Song Chan laughed at the side, "Qiong, don't poke your uncle Minghui in the heart. Yiyi is not as good as you and your sister."
He placed his hands on his knees, clearly in an awkward position, but his words suggested otherwise.
"Your uncle only has one daughter, and Yiyi married so far away. She is not as filial as you two."
"Village chief, if you ask me, you should let Qiong marry here, and she doesn't have to go with the army."
"She'll be at home, taking care of you two old men and giving birth to a baby for Cheng Ze. How wonderful!"
Song Qiong nodded vigorously, "Yes, I'm happy to have a baby and be at home to serve you. I'm filial!"
"Well, if Yiyi doesn't want to, I'll give birth to a bunch of them!"
"Then choose a boy and give him your uncle's surname! Our surname is Song!"
"Uncle, you don't want to die without anyone throwing pots at you, do you?! That would be too tragic."
Song Qiong's tone and expression were exaggerated, and her dark, thin face with prominent cheekbones looked hideous.
"Breaking the pot" is a memorial ceremony in rural areas of northern China.
The person who performs the pot-breaking ceremony is usually the eldest son or grandson.
Perhaps Song Chan loved to show off how filial his daughter was, but the villagers couldn't stand it and would often tease him: "What's the point of being filial? When you die, there won't be anyone to throw pots and pans at you."
Song Qiong listened to it silently and used it to attack Song Minghui, who also had no son.
Song Qiong heard that Gu Chengze's father was a cadre in the city.
Then Gu Cheng would definitely not throw the pot at Song Minghui.
He even wants to throw it to his own father!
So she spoke with confidence, believing that this reason would definitely convince Song Minghui.
Song Minghui: “…”
It is true that a frog in a well cannot talk about the sea, and a summer insect cannot talk about ice!
He couldn't communicate with this father and daughter!
Song Minghui stood up angrily.
Just as I was about to kick him out, I heard laughter outside the door.
Song Yiyi, Cen Yue, and Gu Cheng came for a walk.
The three of them went out for a walk after dinner.
I met some villagers on the way.
Gu Chengze then remembered something, "Ayue, let me tell you, Yiyi was very smart when she was little."
Song Yiyi thought Gu Chengze was going to praise her.
She raised her face, ready to accept the compliment.
Unexpectedly, Gu Chengze's next sentence was: "When she was young, she taught other boys how to eat noodles."
Song Yiyi: “…”
This is not something to talk about.
She was about to rush over and cover Gu Chengze's mouth even though she was standing between Cen Yue.
It didn't work out.
Cen Yue half hugged and half embraced Song Yiyi, dragging her along and listening to the whole story.
"The uncle who just passed by has a son who is the same age as Yiyi."
The thought of talking about those clever and eccentric things Song Yiyi did.
Gu Cheng couldn't suppress a smile, "When the kid was little, he didn't know how to use chopsticks when eating noodles."
He squatted at the door of his house, with a bowl of delicious noodle soup on the stool in front of him.
Song Yiyi ran by frantically and asked, "Do you want me to teach you?"
The boy of her age looked up with a look of surprise: "Yes!"
Song Yiyi walked over, picked up the bowl and started eating, "First, pick out the meat and vegetables and eat them."
All the meat in the little boy's bowl went into Song Yiyi's mouth.
That means he can only eat minced meat noodles once a month!
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