street people

Sun Yanshi felt that he had lost face, and was unhappy in his heart, but he was quickly defeated by Lang Yue's coquettishness.

Nearly an hour later, the smell of food wafted from the direction of the kitchen.

The sun had completely sunk into the horizon, and it was getting cooler outside. Sun Yanshi, who didn't do much cooking, consciously spread out the folding table and wiped it clean, and placed it in the yard, while Lang Song served the food on the table.

Stir-fried shredded pork with celery, lettuce in oyster sauce, and green vegetable tofu soup were served on the table. In addition, Lang Song also made a large portion of pickled fish. There were meat, fish, vegetables, and soup.

Little Langyue also enjoys a steamed egg to herself.

Sun Yanshi stared at the dishes on the table in astonishment, it was hard to believe that Lang Song made them all by himself.

It is said that the children of poor families are the masters of the family early. When Lang Song said that he could cook, he had no doubts, but he thought that Lang Song could cook a few side dishes at most. Although he bought a lot of vegetables, he didn't expect Lang Song to cook. What kind of flowers can be made, but the result is beyond his expectation.

Lang Song handed the chopsticks to Sun Yanshi: "Is it not to your taste?"

"No," Sun Yanshi shook his head, "It's pretty good."

Simply very good, up to hotel standards.

After serving the meal, the three of them sat at the dining table.

Sun Yanshi suddenly felt like laughing, he just met yesterday, and today we are eating at the same table.

Lang Song glanced at Sun Yanshi, and quickly looked away. He picked up a fresh and tender fish fillet, checked that there were no thorns, and put it into Lang Yue's bowl.

Langyue was so hungry that her small face was almost buried in the bowl, and her mouth was bulging with a big mouthful of rice.

Lang Song wiped the oil stains from the corners of her mouth for her, and said while gesturing: "Eat carefully, or you will have a stomachache."

Langyue nodded obediently, and began to chew the food in her mouth carefully.

Sun Yanshi had a panoramic view of this scene, and he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed. Lang Song had just grown up, and if his parents were still alive, he would still be a child, but now he has to drop out of school and take on the burden of the family. Take care of younger sister.

Langyue has thin skin and tender flesh, cheerful and lively personality, and she is well taken care of at first glance.

On the other hand, Lang Song, the back of his neck was sun-peeled, and a small piece of his right shoulder was exposed from the wide neckline, which was covered with shocking purple-red indentations.

"Not tasty?" Seeing Sun Yanshi staring at the rice bowl without moving his chopsticks, Lang Song couldn't help asking.

Sun Yanhui came back to his senses and replied: "No, I meditate before meals."

meditation?

Lang Song nodded suspiciously, took the largest piece of fish and put it into Sun Yanshi's bowl: "Try it, Yueyue can't eat spicy food, so I didn't put chili, maybe the taste is a little milder."

The fresh and smooth fish fillets enter the mouth, and the refreshing fish soup is wrapped around the fish fillets, which is sour and delicious, and the teeth and cheeks are fragrant.

Sun Yanshi didn't care to speak, and gave a thumbs up to show his praise. The chopsticks had already reached the porcelain bowl and picked up a chopstick of sauerkraut.

Lang Song raised the corners of his mouth and showed a shallow smile.

Sun Yanshi couldn't help laughing too.

Three dishes and one soup, the three of them ate cleanly, not even wasting the sour soup of pickled fish.

Lang Song helped Langyue wipe her mouth, and patted her swollen belly to let her go to play by herself first. Langyue jumped in front of Sun Yanshi, took his hand and pulled him towards the door.

"Then what..." Sun Yanshi glanced at the dishes on the table, "You can play with Langyue, I'll clean up the kitchen."

Although he doesn't like to do housework, he's not that thick-skinned. It's fair for one to cook and the other to wash the dishes.

"No, you guys go play." Lang Song neatly stacked the dishes and put away the chopsticks, without giving Sun Yanshi a chance to show off.

Sun Yanshi was taken aback. Although he knew that Lang Song was using this method to thank him for helping to take care of Lang Yue today, he always felt that he was treated the same as a five-year-old kid.

All right, just be cheeky for a while.

Sun Yanshi took Langyue by his arm: "Come on, let's go outside for a stroll to refresh ourselves."

A few years ago, his stomach was damaged due to irregular diet, and Sun Yanshi has always had a small appetite.Today's dinner is the only decent home-cooked meal he has eaten in the past two years. Lang Song's cooking skills are good, and he couldn't control his appetite and cooked three bowls of rice. Now his stomach is bloated and uncomfortable.

Sun Yanshi led Langyue to the end of the alley, and then back to the entrance of the alley. Finally, he couldn't help but went into a pharmacy and bought a box of Jianweixiaoshi tablets, peeled a few and threw them into his mouth.

Langyue's eyes widened, and she looked up at Sun Yanshi eagerly, her worry was palpable.

Sun Yanshi wanted to explain that what he was eating was just Jianweixiaoshi tablets, but he didn't know how to sign in sign language, so he had to squat down and lie to her: "Throat—sugar, it moistens the throat."

Langyue tilted her head, and finally understood the sound of "sugar" when Sun Yanzhi repeated it for the third time. In her cognition, sugar is something sour and sweet, and her frowning brows loosened. Only then did she feel relieved.

After coming out of the pharmacy, Sun Yanshi took Lang Yue for another walk on Renmin Road.

Although the alley is the bustling main road of the city, Sun Yanshi hasn't left the Lanying Alley for half a month. The last time he came out, he seemed to go to the nursing home to deliver something to his father.

The sky was about to get dark, the street lights and the shop signs of the surrounding merchants were lit up one after another, and the entire Renmin Road was shrouded in bright lights.

Sun Yanzhi took a deep breath of the sweltering air, found a fruit shop and bought some long-lasting fruits, and then walked back holding Lang Yue's little hand.

Lang Song had already cleaned up the kitchen, took a low stool and sat at the door to watch the store.Seeing him, Langyue immediately let go of Sun Yanshi's hand, ran over with a few steps, and threw herself into Lang Song's arms.

Lang Song took him into his arms and stood up. It was getting late, and it was time for him to go back.

Sun Yanshi walked up to the siblings and handed out the fruit in his hand: "Here, take it home and eat it."

Lang Song glanced at the heavy bag, no matter the unit price or the weight, he knew that this bag of fruit was not cheap.The corners of his raised mouth sank, he shook his head and refused: "No, you can keep it."

Sun Yanshi guessed that he would be rejected, so he hung it on Lang Song's arm, and said impatiently: "It's not for you, it's for Yueyue. If she is really my daughter, I can't treat her badly." , look at how thin she is."

The very "thin" Langyue lowered her head, squeezed out her fleshy double chin, and touched her round belly with both hands.

Lang Song bent his mouth, said thank you, and accepted the fruit for Lang Yue.

After entering the store, Lang Song said in a report, "Just now, two people came to buy things, and they sold two bottles of beer and a box of instant noodles. One paid by scanning the QR code, and the other paid by cash. I will collect the money for you and put it in the store." on the counter."

"Okay, thanks." Sun Yanshi had already walked into the counter, leaned lazily on the chair, fixed his eyes on the phone, and replied without raising his head.

Lang Song wanted to say something else, and Lang Yue also realized that her brother was going to take him home, so she wanted to say goodbye to Sun Yanshi.The two stared eagerly at the counter, but Sun Yanshi was indifferent, and his attention was always on the mobile game.

"Then let's go back." Lang Song had no choice but to stand at the door and say goodbye.

Sun Yanshi was still staring at the phone, with a cigarette in his mouth, and replied vaguely, "Okay, be careful on the road."

Lang Song's low voice "Let's go home" came from outside, followed by the sound of bicycle wheels rolling over the side of the road, and Sun Yanshi raised his head.