Venomous tongue top stream is a small stutter [rebirth]

"So Mr. Yan left the little stammer just to give him a little treat?"

"I admire it, I didn't pretend."

Song Zhi's eye sockets were sour from the hot steam.

Many years ago, brother Yan Huai also made hot pot noodles for him, and with a little vinegar, it was better than any delicacies from mountains and seas.

Yan Huai brought a bottle of vinegar and poured a few drops into the bowl, "Is it enough?"

The past many years ago, with the fragrance of sour vinegar drops, poured into the heart in a regular direction, bringing up unforgettable memories.

"Don't like to eat?" Yan Huai rolled up his cuffs and propped his arms on the table, "I remember you loved to eat when you were young."

"I love to eat." Song Zhi clenched her chopsticks tightly and nodded desperately.

Yan Huai curled the corner of his mouth and rubbed his hair, "Hey, eat while it's hot."

Yan Huai put his fingertips on his lips, "However, I only made one for you, don't let them know."

"Ah, ah, my peerless husband."

"It's so sweet to me, woo woo woo."

"Yeah." Song Zhi raised the corners of her mouth and smiled brightly.

"This grandson looks really good-looking when he smiles."

"My heart was hit by him."

"If you're handsome, you can do whatever you want."

A feeling of fullness makes people happy. If Aunt Lan can cook so deliciously, he doesn't need to eat any snacks.

After eating the noodles, Song Zhi took the bowl and walked to the pool.

Yan Huai took back the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, "Are you full?"

Song Zhi nodded, "I, I can help."

"Tsk, who would have thought that this stutterer just kicked an [-]th line out of the circle a few days ago."

"Love makes you lose yourself."

"Give me the phone." Yan Huai stretched out his hand.

Song Zhi didn't ask why, and just handed it to him.

"No one can escape being checked on their mobile phone."

"The phone is full of swearing quotations."

Yan Huai turned on Song Zhi's phone, clicked on the game interface and handed it to him, "Stand here to play, and you can sit back after 10 minutes."

Sitting just after eating affects digestion and can cause stomach discomfort.

Song Zhi nodded blankly, "Then, what can I help?"

"It's enough to be with me."

"Oh." Song Zhi bit his lower lip tightly to suppress the unnoticed throbbing. He obediently stood by and continued playing the game.

"Grass, have you eaten chicken so soon?"

"I always died just now because I didn't have my husband to accompany me?"

Song Zhi only played one round of the game. He took back his phone and stood beside him.

When Yan Huai finished frying a dish, he turned to look at him, "Go out and rest."

Song Zhi held the freshly squeezed orange juice that Yan Huai put beside him 5 minutes ago and shook her head.

Wherever brother Yan Huai was, he was there, so he didn't go outside to listen to those boring people chatting.

Yan Huai didn't chase him away, cut off half a tomato and handed it over, "Do you want to eat it? It's quite sweet."

The other party was wearing a light-colored plaid shirt, which made him a little softer than usual, with the cuffs still rolled up on his forearms, and he was holding half a red tomato in his hand, with transparent drops of water hanging from his fingertips.

"Don't eat?" Seeing him not moving, Yan Huai said, "Then I'll eat it all."

"Eat." Seeing that the other party wanted to stop, Song Zhi became anxious.

Song Zhi reached out to pick up the half of the tomato, but the other party squeezed it tightly, and he was still thinking about how to avoid touching Yan Huai's hand.

The latter staggered, "Your hands are dirty, open your mouth."

Yan Huai moved his hand to his mouth again, and the small half of the tomato touched his lips lightly, and he could bite it with just opening his mouth.

The sweet and sour aroma of tomatoes hits the heart along the nasal cavity, with some irresistible eagerness to try.

Song Zhi opened her mouth and bit off a small piece. The sweet and sour taste filled her mouth, and she was extremely happy along with her mood.

Song Zhi likes to eat tomatoes since she was a child.

"Is it tasty?"

Song Zhi swallowed and nodded.

Yan Huai turned the tomato to one side, and handed over the other side where his mouth was ready, "Here, it's all yours."

When there was the last piece left, Song Zhi opened her mouth wide and bit it down.

Through the teeth, Song Zhi felt the slightly trembling fingertips of the other party.Only then did he realize that he had bitten brother Yan Huai's hand.

"Yes, sorry."

Yan Huai withdrew his hand, looked down at the tip of his thumb, where there were some reddish marks left by fresh tomatoes, "It's all right."

Afterwards, Yan Huai put the finger he just bitten by his mouth, licked the tomato juice left on it, and then turned on the tap to rinse.

"Help! It's full of astringency."

"Little Stutter's face is redder than a tomato."

Even though Yan Huai had already returned to the stove to be busy, Song Zhi's mind was still repeating the scene of him licking his thumb with the tip of his tongue.

The tip of the other party's tongue was light red, lining the tips of his slender fingers.Song Zhi was held by brother Yan Huai's hand when he was very young, even if it was only once, he still remembered the warmth from the other's fingertips.

Once thinking of this kind of thing, and after doing a series of weird brain supplements for herself, Song Zhi's seven orifices are all smoking.

"What's wrong with this grandson?"

"Huh? Why did he run away?"

Song Zhi didn't even say hello, she ran back to her original position without saying a word, and sat on the sofa with her head depressed.

In order to distract her thoughts, Song Zhi took out her mobile phone and was about to play another game, but her mind was in a mess and there was no way to calm down.

"The game has begun."

"What is this grandson thinking?"

"Get up and swear at people when you're not playing games. Didn't you see other guests discussing you!"

Accompanied by his husband, Yu Chengyuan went for a walk outside together, while the remaining two pairs of guests looked towards Song Zhi from time to time.

"Song Zhi seems to be different from the one uploaded on the Internet?"

In the eyes of the media, Song Zhi hated everyone when she saw anyone, and she was so angry and stinky, she was never as obedient as she is now.

"Would you like to say hello?"

After all, it seems inappropriate to live together and cooperate for a period of time without communicating at all.

Xue Wen took the lead. He cleared his throat and handed over an apple, "Well, Xiao Song, do you want one?"

"No, thank you." Song Zhi didn't raise his head, leaving a word indifferently.

Anyway, I said thank you, which was still polite, and didn't scold her, but it was really cold.

Xue Wen justified herself in embarrassment: "Oh, that's fine, your husband is quite good at picking fruits, this apple is really sweet."

Hearing the address "your husband", Song Zhi raised her eyes and kept her gaze on the apple.The purple red snake fruit was indeed bought by him and Yan Huai when they visited the supermarket together.

Song Zhi had the impression that Xue Wen took the largest and best-looking apple in that bag.

Song Zhi turned off the phone, stretched out her hand again, "Give it to me, thank you."

"My husband knows to eat when he buys it?"

"Husband's apples are sweeter than others?"

"Want to play backgammon?" Xue Wen smiled.

The rest of the guests were bored and took out some board games from under the coffee table to play.

Song Zhi looked at the sweet apple that he had already bitten off in his hand, looked back at the other person, and nodded.

"This grandson has written on his face that he doesn't want to play."

"Obviously just to repay Apple's favor."

The backgammon is set up, and now five people are playing, and the rules of the game must always be set.

After several people's discussion, it was decided to adopt the 1V1 elimination system. In order to increase the challenge and fun of the game, in addition to giving way to the next guest, the player who loses in each game also owes a living coin to the guest who won the game.

The order of the competition was determined by drawing lots, and Song Zhi was drawn third to play.The first two guests started the first game, Song Zhi didn't care, just sat on the other side of the sofa, put on earphones and ate apples by himself.

"No one is as important as a husband's apple."

"Eating so much, don't you panic?"

"If you dare to get fat, I will dare to lose my fans."

The first game was a family match between Xue Wen and her husband Zhang Lun. Xue Wen quickly lost the game, but the two are husband and wife, so there is no credit for living coins.

The other guests called Song Zhi, who had just finished eating the apple and bit it clean, leaving only the last unmovable core.

"Is this grandson so thrifty?"

"Shame, haven't you eaten?"

Song Zhi threw the fruit core into the trash can, took off her earphones, and sat by the chessboard.

"He seems to be serious?"

"For living coins?"

Song Zhi doesn't care about winning or losing the game, but she always needs to win more living coins, so that brother Yan Huai can live more comfortably in the show.

Song Zhi made the first move, and within 5 minutes, fifteen pieces won the game.

"Xiao Song, you are too good." Zhang Lun gave a thumbs up, "I am happy to lose."

"Hurry up and lose some money on credit to Xiao Song." Xue Wen was also generous, standing by and stabbing his husband.

The most important problem now is that the show has not officially started yet, and all the guests do not have living coins in their hands, but for the sake of the sense of ceremony, there must always be a credit certificate.

Zhang Lun dug out a stack of personal photos from his schoolbag, picked out the one he was most satisfied with for a long time, signed his name on the front, and wrote on the back: [I owe Song Zhi a living coin today. 】

"Haha why do you bring so many photos!"

"narcissism?"

"If you have real living coins, you can exchange them with me." Zhang Lun finally missed his autographed photo before handing it to Song Zhi reluctantly, "If you don't want to give it back to me, you won't have living coins. oh!"

Song Zhi glanced at the open kitchen a few meters away, brother Yan Huai would definitely hear her cursing now.

Forget it, just let it go.

Song Zhi tried her best to pull out a smile, took the photo and put it in her pocket.

In the following rounds of competition, Song Zhi took the overlord position until Yan Huai was ready for lunch, and Song Zhi had saved eleven "credit cards".

The other guests conceded defeat one after another, those who washed their hands washed their hands, and those who went to the restaurant went to the restaurant.

Song Zhi scribbled on the chessboard for a while, then headed for the restaurant, but his goal was not the dining table.

It was Yan Huai.

"What is this stammering for?"

"Wash your hands before eating, do you understand?"

Song Zhi stood in front of Yan Huai, and handed various types of "credit cards" given to him by other guests to the other party's eyes.

"what is this?"

"Oh, it's all the living coins we lost to him. Your Xiao Song backgammon is really good." Xue Wen interjected while sitting at the dining table.

Song Zhi was embarrassed by the praise, his backgammon was taught by brother Yan Huai, and his level was far behind him.

"Why is it so good." Yan Huai took the cards he handed over, flipped through a few of them casually, and stuffed them back into Song Zhi's pocket, "Take them all, let's go back and buy some snacks."

Song Zhi didn't want to ask for snacks, and he didn't expect the other party to say this. He froze in place, blinking but still didn't react.

"Not enough?" Yan Huai tilted his head, the corner of his mouth brushed against the earlobe, and his warm breath hit the pinna, "Then... I will praise you tonight."

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