attacking the soul

"What kind of aesthetics do you have? How ugly are you, why don't you know how to make yourself more fashionable. Look at you, do you look like a young man? You are lazy. If it weren't for Che Che Let me go out for a walk, you must stay at home every day." Song's mother was very dissatisfied with her son's lazy appearance.

Song Qi smiled flatteringly, and his sleepy face instantly became vivid, "Mom, if the lazy tendons can be stretched, then it can't be called lazy tendons."

"Also, I'm not lazy, I'm saving energy. You see, the tortoise lives so long, most of the reason is because it doesn't move all day long." Song Qi put on his fallacy and managed to make Song's mother helplessly smile.

"I won't talk nonsense with you. People are comparable to bastards, so you're the only one who can humiliate yourself." Mother Song gave Song Qi a light hammer, and dragged him towards the shopping mall.

Song Qi rolled his eyes, he was clearly a tortoise, but why did he become a bastard, it was simply embarrassing.

Having seen the madness of women shopping in the mall again, he really wants to sit down and rest now...

"Come on, try this one too. You have had school uniforms every day for three years in high school, and I can't even buy clothes for you." Mother Song handed him a stand-up collar shirt, and Song Qi couldn't remember if he had bought this one before. clothing.

Walk into the fitting room according to the fixed procedure, undress, dress, open the door, "Mom, how is it?"

"Wrap this one too." Mother Song said happily, Song Qi had already turned around and went in to change his clothes.

He came out and handed the clothes to the salesperson waiting at the door, and walked towards Mother Song who was frantically swiping her card at the cashier counter, "Mom, can we take a rest... so much, it's enough to wear for several years."

Mother Song nodded with a smile, and Song Qi heaved a sigh of relief, then changed her voice and said, "Mom, how about making small wontons at home tonight?"

"I just know how to eat..." Although she was full of disgust, Song's mother finally nodded, "There is no shrimp at home, I will go to the supermarket to buy some later, and you will be responsible for carrying the things."

Song Qi quickly nodded in agreement, thinking of the little wontons made by Song's mother, his saliva was secreted rapidly.

In front of eating, this is not a problem.

"Mom, I want to put more prawns." Song Qi grumbled to Song's mother, as long as it was about eating and drinking, the bottom line would be infinitely refreshed.

Song's mother gave her foodie son a helpless look. There is always a feeling that her son would sell himself for food...

Don't think that she didn't see the uncomfortable look on her face when she was trying on the clothes just now, but now when it comes to food, the joyful look on her face is like a different person.

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When Father Song came back, he could smell the delicious chicken soup. He quickly changed his clothes and walked into the kitchen.

"Chef Song, how did you come up with the idea of ​​making your best little wontons today! It smells so good, this is a blessing." Father Song took out a bowl with a spoon, filled some chicken soup and drank it with enjoyment.

"I can't stop you from eating, go out." Song's mother poked Song's father with her elbow, "Hey, why are you still full, hurry up and get out, don't let me do it!" Song's mother snatched it away. Spoon, by the way, threatened the opponent with his flour-stained hands, and successfully drove Father Song out who was looking for food.

"Dad, give me this bowl." Taking advantage of Father Song's inattention, Song Qi snatched it over. There was not much in the small porcelain bowl, and Song Qi swallowed it in one gulp.

When Father Song came back to his senses, there was nothing left in the bowl, so he took the porcelain bowl helplessly, and walked into the kitchen with an aggrieved expression on his face.

Song Qi knew as soon as he thought about it, his father must have gone to his mother to look for comfort by pretending to be pitiful.How many years have passed, and one is willing to fight and the other is willing to endure...

"Song Xiaoqi, come here and get the food out first." Song's mother shouted at the top of her voice, completely ignoring that she usually maintained a good image of Mrs. Song outside.

"Okay, come after washing your hands." Song Qi replied.

In front of the sink, I looked narcissistically at the hairstyle I cut today, it was not bad, a piece of fresh meat.The thick and moderate front bangs have weakened the charm of the peach blossom eyes very well, and the whole person looks a lot more stable and shy.

Smiling at myself in the mirror, there are many advantages to going back to a month ago, at least I can eat delicious food for another month, which is simply too cost-effective.

Pleasantly put the egg skins, shredded kelp, dried shrimps, and mustard greens that Mother Song had cut on the table, as well as a fruit salad, and the salivating chicken was also delicious, "Mom, I love you so much!"

Song Qi shamelessly rubbed against Song's mother, not stingy with his compliments, Song's mother rolled her eyes speechlessly, and said to herself that she would love her to death just by making wontons, whether it was too easy to feed her or something.