Chapter 735

The stepmother and song's mother, who were driven out of the kitchen, saw such a scene in the living room. They looked at each other tacitly. Then they both laughed and shook their heads, and quietly retreated.

Song Qingcheng has two big heads. "Believe it or not, I'll throw you two out and sell them together?"

"I don't want to compete with song's father. He will bully me." Little baozi pulls mommy's little finger pitifully.

“……” So, is xiaobaozi ready to be sold?

But she just said it. How could she be willing to sell her bun?

Instead, she said to Mr. Ji solemnly: "Mr. Ji, you are an adult, 30 years older than your son. Please take good care of your son in the future, accommodate your son in everything, and be careful that he won't provide for you in the future."

The man's face sank, "so does Mrs. Ji also want to take care of your husband?"

Song Qingcheng flat flat mouth, for their father and son harmony, she reluctantly nodded agreed.

"Mr. Ding, he's too big for his son In the former case, Mr. Ji can barely care with him, but in the latter case? Does Mrs. Ji think your husband shouldn't care? "

“…… Er... " Song Qingcheng was extremely embarrassed and coughed twice. It's not surprising that Mr. Ji has taught the steamed stuffed buns a lesson. Mr. Ji takes him there as a proud capital. When he comes to the steamed stuffed buns, he is despised. It's really a bit shocking. She stammered, "that Mr. Ji doesn't remember villains, let alone his own son, right? "

Mr. Ji has been hit. Of course, I need to comfort him.

"Hum!" Mr. Ji didn't buy it.

"Song, you are the younger generation. Didn't Mommy teach you to respect the old and love the young?" Song Qingcheng then pretended to teach his son a lesson. "Besides, don't despise others, especially your song dad. You know, you are very much like song Dabi. If you dislike song Dabi, you dislike yourself. "

"I don't dislike song Dabi. It's song's father who dislikes me first, and I dislike song's father first. " Xiaobaozi complained.

"Well? What does your father despise you for? "

"Father song thinks my little Ding Ding is too small, so I think he is too big."

Song Qingcheng looks at someone with a stiff face.

Ignore them. Let them make trouble.

After a while, just listen to the living room outside xiaobaozi crying, "Song Mami, I want a dime to sell song Dad!"

“……”

……

Sleeping at night, xiaobaozi sleeps with mummy. Song Qingcheng had no choice but to take the children, so he agreed.

After a good bath, the mother and son lie on the bed, and song Qingcheng tells the children a story.

Mr. Ji took a bath. He would walk around here and there for a while, but he didn't mean to go to bed. Looking at the buns on the bed nestled in the woman's arms, her eyes would stare out.

Smelly boy, I dare to take your place.

At about ten o'clock, xiaobaozi played all day, tired, and slept like a pig.

Song Qingcheng turned off the light in the bedroom. Suddenly, he found that the position around him was empty, and realized that Mr. Ji didn't seem to go to bed all the time.

At this time, the door was pushed open. It was Mr. Ji who came back with two cups of fresh juice in his hand.

"What are you doing? I've been going around all the time, but I still can't sleep? " Song Qingcheng asked him.

Ji Zhengting did not return to her, went to the bed, handed her a cup of juice, another cup was intended to give small steamed stuffed bun. However, xiaobaozi will sleep, he will put the juice on the bedside table, and then pick up xiaobaozi from the bed.

"Hey, what are you doing?" It's too late to stop song Qingcheng.

"There's no way to rob my wife!" Mr. Ji left the room with a bun.

“……” Song Qingcheng was in a state of complete ignorance.

What happened to her?

Husband grabs mother from son, son grabs wife from father

……

The next day.

Song Qingcheng woke up in a loud cry.

"Mommy song, I want a cent to sell daddy song!"

“……” Song Qingcheng's half dream and half wake-up consciousness instantly woke up, and her elbow reached the man beside her, "Hey, you'll cut the price."

Yesterday, it was from one yuan to ten cents, and the price was reduced one night later. Poor Mr. Ji, holding the economic lifeline of half the sky in Asia, is worth only one cent here.

But no matter how much Mr. Ji is worth, his son is priceless. She has to get up and coax her son.

……

Small steamed stuffed bun is easy to coax. It's said that today is the new year. If you have a red envelope, you can forget that you were thrown back to your room by your father. Get up and dress yourself.

Song Qingcheng didn't care about him. He went downstairs to see if he could help.

I heard last night that I was going to make dumplings this morning. However, this point should have been made.As she thought, downstairs, she saw that the table was full of tortuous dumplings. However, the shape is different. At first glance, it was made by several elders.

Suddenly I feel really happy. There is a mother in pain, a mother-in-law to protect, there are grandparents covered, there are lovely steamed buns, and

Of course, there is no lack of Mr. Ji who dotes on himself.

"Mommy song, I don't want any money. Please help me sell daddy song..."

Upstairs, suddenly came such a voice.

Song Qingcheng is crazy.

"This one big one small, really is..." As she picked up dumplings to cook, she looked upstairs and finally shook her head.

"Ma, I'll do it." Song Qingcheng didn't bother to pay attention to the two people upstairs. She came to help pick up the dumplings.

"You'd better go upstairs and have a look. Don't lift the roof." Said the stepmother.

I know my son and grandson, and only this daughter-in-law can cure them.

"Let them do it by themselves. If they're tired, they won't do it." Song Qingcheng didn't want to go up. Later, they will be robbed by their father and son as the ball.

The stepmother didn't say anything. Looking at the dumplings on the panel, she said, "I think it's all right?"

"Cook more. Zheng ting and his children love dumplings." It's song Qingcheng who knows his husband's and children's appetites.

"Then it's all cooked." As soon as she heard this, she quickly picked up all the dumplings on the table.

"It's too much to eat." If she had known that the stepmother was so serious, she would not have said that.

"It's OK. I can't finish it. I'll eat it in the evening."

Just then, there seemed to be footsteps outside. Song Qingcheng and his stepmother obviously heard it. Their mother-in-law and daughter-in-law looked at each other. Song Qingcheng was sure that someone was coming and said, "I'll go out and have a look."

Stepmother also put down the dumplings in her hand and prepared to go out to have a look. On the first day of the lunar new year, no one will come.

"What's the matter?" In the kitchen, song's mother didn't wait for her to bring in dumplings, so she came out to have a look. When she saw that she was going out, she asked.

"It seems that someone has come and gone out to have a look." The stepmother replied.