I have ten trillion licking dog gold

What a big family.

Wu Sheng naturally had no intention of pondering the possible hidden meaning in his sister's words. He just felt secretly grateful.

It seems like my elder sister is no longer the same sister as before. She has become more reasonable?

Have a look.

Everyone was beginning to be willing to respect his wishes.

If it were in the past...

Haha, why would I waste time talking to him? I would just give him the order and tell him to pack up his bedding and move. Would he be able to resist at all?

Ok.

He could indeed go back to the village and farm with his neck stiffened, and then he could swing the hoe more vigorously.

"Sister Liuli has already learned how to play poker. Alas, she is still missing one person. Oh, by the way, sister, how about we play mahjong later?"

In order to prevent his sister from going back on her word, Wu Sheng took over the conversation without interruption and tried his best to distract his sister's attention.

Sichuan's mahjong culture is a nationally renowned local feature.

A home is indeed more lively when there are more people.

It seems that leisure life is quite rich and colorful.

"How big do you want it to be?"

No matter how stupid he was, Wu Sheng could sense the murderous intent in his sister's tone. Although his sister's temper had improved a little, he couldn't push her too far, otherwise he might end up losing not just playing mahjong but himself.

The Martial Saint smiled awkwardly and dared not talk nonsense anymore.

The Escalade stopped.

Wu Sheng immediately pushed the door open and jumped down as if he was rescued, not forgetting to pick up his schoolbag.

Lan Peizhi also got out of the car.

"Sister, come in."

Wu Sheng was surprised. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he actually saw a vague expression of "distress" on his sister's face.

But it was only for a moment.

Hearing his urging, Lan Peizhi no longer stopped at the door and walked inside.

"Sister Shurui, Sister Liuli, we are back!"

There was indeed a reason why Duanmu Liuli did not pick up Wu Sheng from school. Not only was she buying groceries, but she was also cooking. Besides her, Li Shurui was also in the kitchen.

Although this was not the first time that Lan Peizhi came to visit, he still gave him full attention.

"Miss Lan, please sit down for a moment. It will be ready soon."

Seeing the brother and sister arrive, Li Shurui immediately came out to greet them. Behind her apron was a formal business suit with her sleeves rolled up. She raised her arms to rub her forehead, not knowing whether her hands were stained with oil.

This scene.

Real and ridiculous.

Let alone this kind of condition, just ask classmate Zou Ran, will his mother cook for him personally?

"Sister."

Duanmu Liuli also came out, becoming more and more polite.

Lan Peizhi nodded.

"It's okay, I'm here to entertain my sister, do you need any help?"

Wu Sheng hung his schoolbag on the marble storage table, quite actively. After all, he was also a member of this big family.

"No, give me another ten minutes."

Li Shurui took Duanmu Liuli back to the stove.

Everyone should return to his position and perform his duties.

"Sister, what do you want to drink?"

Wu Sheng was quite a host, "How about I make you a cup of tea? Top-quality Tieguanyin."

"Thank you, I'm not thirsty."

"..."

Wu Sheng was embarrassed and said awkwardly: "Sister, what are you doing? Why are you being so polite to me?"

"Isn't this your home?"

What's the matter.

Why are you so petty?

Wu Sheng knew that his elder sister was bothered by what he had just said in the car, so he quickly said, "Sister, you can also treat this place as your home!"

"Go do your homework."

The Lampe Way.

"It's time to eat."

"Then go and help!" "Oh!"

Wu Sheng was perplexed, not knowing why he had offended his elder sister again. He could only blame it on the fact that older women were really difficult to please.

Not like the little girls in school.

How simple and cute.

"What are you muttering about?"

"I didn't grumble!"

Wu Sheng's heart tightened, and he secretly sighed that his sister had such sharp eyes that she could see through his thoughts.

"Sister, then you sit down, I'll go help you."

Wu Sheng didn't dare to stay here any longer and immediately slipped into the kitchen.

"What are you doing here? Go and entertain Miss Lan."

Li Shurui said as she cooked.

"My sister doesn't need any hospitality."

Wu Sheng looked left and right, and fixed his eyes on his sister Liuli, "Sister Liuli, do you need help?"

Duanmu Liuli is cutting cucumbers. Don't get me wrong, it's not the ordinary way of cutting, but the kind of knife skills that can only be shown on food shows. The whole cucumber looks unharmed, but when it is pulled apart, it can become a line, continuous.

It was not the first time that Wu Sheng had seen such a unique skill. He often thought that this hand was not suitable for cooking, but was more suitable for slow-cutting people, which would surely make the person enjoying it feel like death.

"Go set out the chopsticks."

Duanmu Liuli didn't bother to be polite with him. After all, she and the Martial Saint were together most of the time.

"okay!"

Of course, Wu Sheng couldn't help with this kind of cutting-edge technical work, so he could only do some rough work. He performed the task swiftly, and after setting the table, he came over again, "Sister Shurui, did you call me to come over?"

Li Shurui stared at the ginseng and rhubarb soup in the earthenware jar and said nonchalantly, "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Wu Sheng also looked at the steaming, appetizing noodle soup, "Sister Shurui, why did you suddenly think of inviting my sister to be your guest?"

Hearing this, Li Shurui turned her head as if realizing something, "Are you not welcome?"

"How can it be."

Wu Sheng quickly denied, "How could I not welcome it?"

"Then what do you mean?"

"Sister Shurui, look at what you said, what can I mean by that? I wish my sister would come over every day."

"Is this true? If Miss Lan is here every day, you will probably have a hard time living."

Li Shurui raised the corners of her mouth slightly and continued to observe the cooking time of the soup.

Not right.

Wu Sheng began to murmur in his heart again.

Why is Sister Shurui so normal?

It doesn't look like an emergency at all.

Could it be that he is really suspicious?

"Sister Shurui."

Wu Sheng took a step closer and leaned against Li Shurui, who was checking the taste with a spoonful of soup.

"You asked my sister to come. Is it really nothing important? If so, tell me. I might be able to help."

Being confident is an advantage.

After tasting it, Li Shurui turned off the fire and said, "Bring me a soup bowl."

"Eh!"

The Martial Saint did so immediately.

Li Shurui scooped out all the soup from the clay pot one spoonful at a time and poured it into the soup bowl. "Your task now is to study hard."

"I've worked hard."

The Martial Saint did not give up. He truly considered himself a part of the cause and wanted to contribute from the bottom of his heart.

"Sister Shurui, if you need my sister's help with anything, please let me know in advance. Although I don't have much face, I know my sister and I can still be of some help."

Their sincere heart is truly touching.

But Li Shurui just smiled silently.

The Martial Saint looked at her with resentment.

"I don't mean anything else. I just want to communicate with Miss Lan to improve our relationship."

Li Shurui wiped her hands on her apron.

"Bring the soup out." (End of this chapter)