My girlfriend is three thousand years old + special episode

"Are you sure, just once?"

"Just once, just once."

A few seconds later, Yun Xiang replied with three words, "My dear."

"No, no, I want to listen to the voice, so what's the point of typing." Shen Bizhu replied angrily.

"It's too much." Yun Xiang replied.

"I want to listen to the voice, the voice, the voice..." Shen Bizhu said to her in voice. "It's nothing like typing, it's meaningless at all."

After a long time, the other party didn't reply again, Shen Bizhu put down the phone heartbroken, feeling depressed while resting her chin.

Ten minutes later, Shen Bizhu tentatively turned on the phone again. The chat history still remained at 10 minutes ago, and the other party still hadn't given anything to the other party. She suddenly felt sad. This request could not satisfy her, she was so pitiful.

"Deng Deng." The phone rang suddenly, and it could be seen from the screen that it was a voice message. Shen Bizhu was so pleasantly surprised that she quickly opened it to listen.

"Honey."

Three simple words were enough for her to dance happily all night.

Although it sounds difficult for the person who said it, it is still a small improvement, and we will continue to make persistent efforts.

Chapter 71[71]

Wang Zhuzhu didn't know the relationship between Shen Yaozhu and Gu Shixi for the time being, and Shen Yaozhu didn't plan to tell her for the time being, for fear that the old man would be irritated.

Therefore, at today's family dinner, Shen Yaozhu invited the neighbors on the grounds that there were so many people. After all, otherwise, there would be Wang Zhuzhu, Shen Yaozhu, and Shen Bizhu on the table.

Early in the morning, Wang Zhuzhu called Shen Yaozhu, "I will take Bizhu to the supermarket and vegetable market to buy the freshest ingredients and go to your side. Remember to open the door for us when the time comes."

Shen Yaozhu replied vowingly, "Don't worry, I'm already getting up and tidying up."

Shen Yaozhu, who was hanging around the room with a mask on, always felt that everything needed to be cleaned up. Gu Shixi, a big living person, stood in the middle of the living room, watching her dangle, and finally Shen Yaozhu stopped in front of her, making a gesture to Push her out of the door, "Go back to your house quickly, and knock on the door after my mother and the others arrive, so it's more realistic."

After urging Gu Shixi to leave, Shen Yaozhu stood in the living room and looked around again, hey, it seemed much more spacious, and there seemed to be nothing to clean up.

"Mom, why did you come to the seafood market so early in the morning? It stinks!" Shen Bizhu gripped her nose and complained, stepping down cautiously. The ground was wet and greasy, mixed with various liquids and muddy water, and she felt that she would get dirty if she was not careful. The sandals that I wore even splashed on the insteps of my own feet. It was fishy, ​​sticky and smelly, and my obsessive-compulsive disorder was about to explode.

Wang Zhuzhu walked ahead with a basket on her shoulders, walking like flying, while not forgetting to urge the second daughter behind her, "Who told you to go out in sandals, how nice to wear them without showing your feet like me, you are so beautiful."

Shen Bizhu smacked her lips in dissatisfaction, and followed slowly. There's nothing wrong with wearing sandals. What's wrong is that you shouldn't come to this kind of place.

"Isn't it possible for large supermarkets to buy these seafood? What a mess."

Wang Zhuzhu patiently picked the squid from the vendor, "That's quite different, here is the freshest one, caught this morning."

The mother and daughter bicker on a daily basis.

After strolling around the seafood market, the mother and daughter drove to the supermarket again. Wang Zhuzhu pushed the shopping cart ahead, full of energy, "Your sister doesn't cook there all the year round, and the seasonings I bought last time were last year. That’s right, I’ll definitely have to replace it with a new one this time.” While talking, he threw a few packs of spices into the shopping cart.

Shen Bizhu curled her lips, "Since it's such a hassle, why don't you just order takeaway, the trouble of cooking is dead."

"You don't understand at first glance. This makes people think that you are a child. How can takeaway be as delicious as homemade food?"

Shen Bizhu pretended to be inadvertently complaining, "I think the takeaway is quite delicious."

Wang Zhuzhu couldn't say no to her, so she hurriedly added, "There's no way you can make a homemade takeaway!"

Shen Bizhu didn't reply now, otherwise the two of them would have been entangled in this issue until they left the supermarket.

After shopping, they took a taxi to Shen Yaozhu's residence. The mother and daughter took the elevator up with big bags and small bags, and finally came to the door and rang the doorbell.

"Here we come." Shen Yaozhu had already changed her clothes and put on her make-up, and she appeared in front of the door when she was ready to shine brightly, "Come in quickly, why did you buy so many things?"

Shen Bizhu carried it in with great difficulty, not forgetting to complain about her mother, "She wants to buy everything, and I can't stop her."

After hearing this, Wang Zhuzhu replied, "Isn't it because your sister doesn't have anything here, and the kitchen doesn't open fire all the year round. The pile of things I bought last year must have expired, so I have to replace them with new ones." After a pause, he said, "Dining at home, the place is small, and it is difficult for several people to sit together and turn around. Your sister's place is spacious and bright."

"Okay, okay, you two bicker every day, come in." Shen Yaozhu smiled and quickly reached out to help share some, and carried them into the kitchen.

Shen Yaozhu first poured a cup of herbal tea for both of them, and asked them to sit down for a rest, when the doorbell rang outside, Shen Yaozhu laughed, "It should be the neighbors who came over."

"Sister Gu?" Shen Bizhu asked and turned to look at the door.