Before Ye Zhiyi could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Ye Yubai, who was also drunk.
Ye Yubai's face was flushed, and he let out a burp reeking of alcohol. He slowly climbed onto the stool, intending to put his hand on Ye Zhiyi's shoulder.
Unexpectedly, his hand passed right through Ye Zhiyi's soul, and he fell face down off the stool, still managing to hold the wine in his hand.
The power of foodies is boundless.
The loud crash drew the attention of all the drunks to him.
As if he felt no pain, Ye Yubai turned over and poured all the wine in the glass into his mouth.
"Zhiyi, hiccup—" Another hiccup.
"Do you know who's bigger, me or your son, hiccup?"
Ye Zhiyi: "..." His soul drifted back a few centimeters, not wanting to pay attention to this drunkard.
Unable to get a response from Ye Zhiyi, Ye Yubai swayed as he got up from the ground, his face dazed and his eyelids drooping. "You, you, hiccup, do you want to know, hehehehe."
After a bout of silly laughter, Ye Yubai collapsed to the ground again, "Thump!"
"Snoring"—she was snoring soundly, sleeping soundly.
Ye Zhiyi looked at the drunkard Ye Yubai with disdain, wanting to continue the conversation with Song Moshang and the others.
When he looked up, he could feel that his soul had been severely damaged.
He saw Song Moshang riding on Lu Ke's back, shouting, "Giddy up, giddy up!"
Lu Ke, who was engrossed in his role-playing, was crawling rapidly on the ground, making constant neighing sounds.
Ye Zhiyi: "..."
I never expected that the usually serious Mr. Lu and Mr. Song would be like this when they were drunk.
Ye Zhiyi's gaze passed over his son, who was practicing drunken boxing, and landed on Ye Jingyu and Song Yuanqing.
Song Yuanqing's head was resting on his arm, and he was sleeping soundly.
Ye Jingyu, on the other hand, acted like a normal person, imitating Song Yuanqing by resting his head on one arm, poking Song Yuanqing's cheek with his other hand, and muttering something under his breath.
Ye Zhiyi leaned closer to listen and said, "Hehe, Qingqing is my wife, and we have a lovely daughter."
Ugh, ugh, ugh, my mouth is full of dog food (a slang term for witnessing public displays of affection).
Looking at the table full of drunkards, Ye Zhiyi possessed Yang Chenze's body, unplugged the boiling hot pot, turned off the light that was always on, glanced at the air conditioner temperature, and then his soul made a hasty escape.
The drunkards slept until noon the next day, and the first to wake up was Ye Zhi, who was hungry.
Holding her small blanket, Ye Zhi drifted off to sleep and flew into the living room, where she saw several people sleeping haphazardly on the table, the floor, and the sofa.
The living room reeked of alcohol.
Ye Zhi reached out and rubbed her eyes. "Ah, I'm still sleepy. I'll go back to sleep for a while."
Hearing Ye Zhi wake up, Ye Zhiyi floated out from the wall. "It's midday, and my little Ye is still asleep?"
Ye Zhi suddenly snapped out of her daze, her mind clearing up. "It's noon!"
She glanced at the dimly lit room and realized that the curtains were all drawn.
Ye Zhi took out a megaphone she had prepared in her spatial storage, and shouted, "Get up!"
After calling out, Ye Zhi went to the kitchen to make herself some milk and also made hangover soup for the others using tea bags.
Ye Zhiyi, following behind Ye Zhi, felt even more heartbroken watching Ye Zhi make milk for herself. She had enjoyed seven good years with them on Blue Star, followed by endless suffering. After they returned, this little girl still had to make milk for herself.
This won't do!
Ye Zhiyi's soul floated into Yang Chenze's body, possessed his son again, went to the kitchen, and snatched the baby bottle from Ye Zhi's hand.
"Ye Baobei, go and rest, I'll take care of it!" A bubbly voice rang in Ye Zhi's ears, and she was enveloped in shadow. Then, the baby bottle in her hand was snatched away by a pair of beautiful, large hands.
“You don’t understand making milk. Your master used to make milk for you when you were little. Let your master do it.”
Without looking up, Ye Zhi placed the tea bag in Ye Zhiyi's hand as well. "Is it possible for Master's soul to only possess Brother Chenze's body?"
Looking at the extra tea bags in his hand, Ye Zhiyi smiled indulgently, "Ah, I've never tried anyone else's. I find this kid's body quite convenient to use; after all, he's my own child."
"I have quite a few puppets in my space, Master, would you like to take a look?"
Ye Zhiyi's eyes lit up, but he didn't rush to make milk. "Okay, Master wants a beautiful puppet."
After preparing the milk, Ye Zhiyi casually tossed the tea bag into the bottle filled with hot water, picked up the megaphone that Ye Zhi had casually placed on the chopping board, and went into the living room.
"Get up! The sun's already high in the sky! Baby Ye is hungry!"
After successfully waking everyone up, Ye Zhiyi made his exit from Yang Chenze's body.
Yang Chenze's body went limp and he fell onto Ye Jingyu's head, who had just sat up.
Ye Jingyu: "!"
He forcefully shoved Yang Chenze aside, only to meet Ye Zhi's wide, blinking eyes.
"Daddy, I'm going to the space. The milk powder is already in my tummy."
After saying that, Ye Zhi led Ye Zhiyi into her personal space.
Just as Ye Jingyu was about to ask Ye Zhi what else she wanted to eat, he heard Ye Yubai's angry roar.
"Yang Chenze! Get your butt off my lap!"
Yang Chenze, who had been pushed down by Ye Jingyu, landed right between Ye Yubai's legs.
Yang Chenze was awakened by Ye Yubai's shout, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he realized that the sensation under his buttocks was not right.
Why are there three lines? The middle one is much thinner than the two on the sides.
At this moment, Ye Zhiyi, inside his personal space, stared wide-eyed at the rows of puppets that filled an entire room.
He had previously thought that the puppet Ye Baobei was talking about was just a paper doll, but he never expected it to be such a lifelike puppet.
There were handsome men and beautiful women, elderly people on their deathbeds and newborn babies.
Moreover, each one looks so realistic!
You'd think they were real people if you didn't know better.
Ye Zhiyi's gaze quickly settled on a puppet of an extremely handsome man.
This puppet is 1.9 meters tall, with abs and V-line, and a handsome face. Most importantly, it has a lot of hair, even more than its silly son!
"This is it!" Ye Zhiyi's gaze was firm; he wanted this puppet!
Ye Zhi's expression at this moment was somewhat complicated. "Master, are you sure?"
"Would you like to choose again?"
"You know, I'm a girl, I've never seen that thing before, so..."
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