street people

Back at the small shop, the two consciously divided the work, Zheng Ye played for Lang Yue, Sun Yan knew how to choose dishes, and Lang Song was busy in the kitchen.

Zheng Ye asked Sun Yanshi in a low voice: "Are we going too far? This is bullying children."

Sun Yanshi smiled: "You are bullying him by treating him like a child."

"Also..." Zheng Ye nodded thoughtfully.

Someone helped, and Lang Song made this meal very quickly.

Sweet and sour pork tenderloin, braised fish, vermicelli prawns minced with garlic, shredded green peppers and potatoes, and small green vegetables mashed with garlic.

Zheng Ye widened his eyes and asked Sun Yanshi, "Are you so extravagant and lustful every day?"

Sun Yanshi picked up a shrimp for Langyue and put it in a small bowl to cool down. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Why, are you jealous?"

"Well, jealous." Zheng Ye replied sincerely. He hired a nanny at home, but he was only responsible for taking care of the children and not cooking. He basically does the housework of cooking and washing.

Lang Song brought cucumber preserved egg soup to the dining table, and said, "Brother Zheng, let's eat."

He went into the kitchen again, brought out two servings of smooth and refreshing egg custard, and put one in front of Sun Yanshi and Langyue. Sun Yanshi's bowl was sprinkled with green onion and soy sauce.

Zheng Ye was unhappy: "Why do you still have extra meals?"

Lang Song said apologetically, "Brother Zheng, do you want it too? Shall I steam it for you now?"

Steamed egg custard is a handy thing when cooking. When he was busy, he forgot that there was another guest, and he habitually prepared only two servings.

Sun Yanshi grabbed his wrist: "No need, he's being hypocritical."

"No, no, no," Zheng Ye quickly stopped him, "I'll just take a spoonful from the knowledge bowl and taste it."

"Okay." Lang Song replied with a serious face.

Sun Yanzhi smiled lowly, and teased her when Langyue was eating egg custard last time, saying that he wanted to eat it too. Since then, he has treated Langyue the same for every dinner, with an extra serving of egg custard.

Zheng Ye spent all his time scanning back and forth between Lang Song and Sun Yanshi, silently eating a mouthful of rice with a smile on his face.

Langyue and Zheng Ye played puzzles together for a while, and they were already familiar with each other. Using her children's chopsticks, she carefully picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork tenderloin and put it into Zheng Ye's bowl.

Zheng Ye was so excited that tears almost filled his eyes, and he kept saying, "Bao'er, you really care about me."

Sun Yanzhi called him nasty, so Zheng Ye deliberately called him "Bao'er". In the small backyard, there was a soft sound of bowls and chopsticks, and laughter continued.

The sweet and sour pork tenderloin is Zheng Ye's favorite. The tenderloin is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It is sweet and sour. He swallowed two bowls of rice, and in the end he didn't even spare the soup, and mixed it with the rice.

After eating, he lay paralyzed on the chair for a long time, and Lang Yue obediently rubbed his belly with her soft little hands.

Zheng Ye felt better after walking back and forth in the alley for Xiaoxiaoshi twice, and bought some Jianweixiaoshi tablets from Sun Yanshi.

Sun Yan looked at Zheng Ye maliciously. This box of Jianwei Xiaoshi tablets was bought when he was full when he ate the meal made by Lang Song for the first time. Now he looked at Zheng Ye as if he had seen it for more than a week. The gluttonous self in the past.

"What are you laughing at!" Zheng Ye picked up his suit from the back of the chair in dissatisfaction, "I'm leaving, you give it to me."

Sun Yanshi knew that he probably had something to say, so he greeted Lang Song and went out first.

Zheng Ye pinched Langyue's chubby cheeks, and he didn't care if Langyue could hear her or not, and chattered endlessly: "Don't forget uncle, uncle will come to see you next time and buy you a small cake." When Langyue gave her a gentle hug, he reluctantly waved away.

There wasn't even a decent parking lot near Lanying Lane. Zheng Ye's car was parked far away. The two chatted and strolled for nearly 10 minutes before finding the car.

Zheng Ye got into the driver's seat, and when the car started, he poked his head out of the car window and said, "I didn't want to talk about this at first, but seeing that you're doing well today, I think it's okay to tell you, besides you Sooner or later, it will be heard from other people."

"En." Sun Yanshi lowered his eyes, looked down at Zheng Ye, and calmly waited for his next words.

"that……"

Zheng Ye was still a little nervous. Two years ago, Sun Yan knew that people were neither human nor ghost, and he still vividly remembered his appearance. He breathed out and said quickly: "Zhuoli is divorced."

"Oh." Sun Yanshi clasped his arms and responded.

It was already dark, and their location was very remote, with only two solitary street lights.Sun Yanshi stood with his back to the light. Zheng Ye couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but it could be seen from his body language that Sun Yanshi was quite calm.

But the calmer Sun Yanshi became, the more uneasy Zheng Ye felt: "It's... gone?"

"Otherwise?" Sun Yanshi snorted, "Cry bitterly while holding you, or laugh while holding you?"

Zheng Ye thought to himself that it's not like you didn't hug me and cry back then, but he didn't dare to mention it, for fear that Sun Yanshi would really cry.

One of them was sitting here, the other was standing outside the car. They were silent for a long time, and Sun Yanshi became impatient: "Why don't you leave?"

"Ah?" Zheng Ye finally came to his senses, "Are you waiting for me to leave?"

"Nonsense." Sun Yanshi kicked the car door lightly, "Didn't you ask me to see you off? Get out of here, I've been bitten several times on my legs."

Zheng Ye saw that he seemed to be fine, so he waved his hand and said, "I'll come to you for dinner in a few days."

Sun Yanzhi laughed and scolded: "Fuck you, treat my house as a local restaurant."

"Who made your family have a chef?" Zheng Ye cursed and stepped on the accelerator and drove out of the alley.

Watching Zheng Ye's car disappear under the mottled tree shadows, Sun Yanshi wanted to go home immediately, but his legs couldn't move as if they were filled with cement slurry, and his hands trembled uncontrollably as if they had been electrified.

"Huh...huh..." His breathing also began to speed up. Sun Yanshi bit the tip of his tongue and tried to use the pain to regain control of his body, but it seemed futile. He shook and was about to fall into the green belt.

"Oh, are you alright?" A fat middle-aged man wearing a big gold chain suddenly appeared out of nowhere, with a cigarette in his mouth, and supported Sun Yanshi.

Sun Yanshi trembled all over, his chest felt tight, he twitched the corners of his mouth stiffly: "Thank you, brother, I'm fine."

The man with the big gold chain looked at him worriedly: "Brother, I called you several times just now, and I honked the horn several times, but you didn't seem to hear it."

Sun Yanshi really didn't hear anything. He turned around and saw that someone's car was blocking him. He nodded quickly and said, "I'm sorry, I was in a daze for a while."

"It's a small matter." The man with the golden chain looks fierce, but he is quite friendly. He waved his hand, "You should go to the hospital if you have time. I look at you and you don't look very good."

Sun Yanshi sneered, "Thank you for your concern."

The man with the golden chain patted him on the shoulder, and took out the cigarette case again: "A refreshing one?"

Sun Yanshi really needed a cigarette to refresh himself now, so he was not polite, smoked one from the other party's cigarette case, and borrowed a lighter.

The two looked at each other and smiled, Sun Yanshi gave way, and Jin Liannan waved his hands and left happily.