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Chapter 1 The Boss Wants to Bully the Second
"Aunt Xiu, you can leave if you want. Ayun and Wenzi are surnamed Song. They are members of our Song family. You can't take them away."

The girl who spoke was only seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in a starched and whitish blue improved cheongsam, with beautiful eyebrows, and a bit of Wu Nong's soft words in her words, soft and soft, but her attitude was very firm.

An Xiuniang, who was standing opposite her, was wearing the most popular western dress at the moment. The black net veil hanging from the brim of her hat blocked half of her face, only revealing her plump lips painted bright red. She looked around the empty living room and sneered. :
"Nong wants to raise it? Don't see what you can do for it!"

She squinted at the pair of biological children: "Nong has made up his mind, whether to follow the old lady to eat delicious food, or follow the poor to settle down and eat bran and swallow vegetables!"

Song Wenbin, who was only seven years old, opened his big black eyes and hid behind his sister. Song Huanyun, 14 years old, in a blue dress and black dress, stood upright and said in a choked voice:

"If you have one chicken leg, you have to hide and eat it, and if you have two chicken legs, you have to hide one. If you follow Lennon, you will be sold by Lennon sooner or later!"

An Xiuniang was speechless after being sprayed, and under the gaze of her own daughter, she suddenly covered her face and cried, "...well, I really owed you in my previous life, Yaoshou, both of them are debt collectors! Uh-" —”

Just after crying twice, there was a continuous sound of car horns coming from outside the window.

An Xiuniang stopped crying, looked outside, and knew that the person downstairs was impatient with waiting, so she immediately put away her tears, took out the powder box, touched up her makeup, grabbed her handbag and rattan After glancing at his stepdaughter, he hurried out of the suitcase.

Her delicate calling came from the corridor: "Oh, here we come! Don't worry!"

The room was quiet, Song Huanyun's face turned green and white, stomped her feet hard, and turned back to her room.

Song Huanxi patted his younger brother's head and told him to play by himself, closed the door, turned around and went into the kitchen, took out the green vegetables that he bought by the way when school was over in the afternoon, and washed them.

While washing, she thought seriously, she could still work and study before, but it will definitely not work in the future——

The hem of the clothes suddenly felt a drop. She looked down and met the black grape-like eyes of the little boy. The little boy's face was full of anxiety, but he opened his mouth but couldn't speak.

Song Huanxi immediately shook off the water on his hand, squatted down, looked at his younger brother's eyes, and said softly: "Don't worry, have you forgotten what sister said? Open your mouth wide first, like drinking milk—"

Wen Tsai's anxious expression eased a lot, he obediently opened his mouth wide, and finally he was able to speak normally: "Sister, she took away all the money left by Dad!"

Song Huanxi raised his hand, touched his younger brother's head, and smiled gently: "Sister knows, don't worry, sister will not let Wenzi go hungry."

After a pause, she chuckled and said, "Has Wenzai finished his homework? After finishing it, let's play with building blocks first. Sister will make Wenzai's favorite salty rice, okay?"

Wen Tsai nodded vigorously, turned around obediently and left the kitchen.

Song Huanxi stood for a moment, shook his head, stopped thinking about these troubles, and started to manage again.

She washed the vegetables, chopped them and put them aside, then took the mushrooms and carrots that had been soaked before, and carefully cut them into cubes.

Immediately, she set up an oil pan, scooped up a large spoonful of lard and threw it into the pan. She couldn't afford pork belly, and she relied on lard to make salty rice. Fortunately, the younger brother gave me face and ate it up every time.

After frying the diced mushrooms and diced carrots for a while, add the washed rice, then pour in the water for soaking the mushrooms, cover the lid, and simmer for half an hour.

Finally, throw in the chopped green vegetables and stir, and a pot of salty rice is ready.

Simple, yet delicious.

Song Huanxi poured the mushroom water into it, and as soon as the lid was put on the pot, the second younger sister, Ayun, ran in excitedly.

Lifting the lid of the pot and taking a look, Song Huanyun's slender eyebrows were directly frowned, with an unhappy expression on her face: "Why is it salty rice again? Can't you make something else?"

Song Huanxi, as if he had never heard of it, grabbed the lid of the pot, put it back on, raised his eyebrows, and asked calmly: "What's the matter?"

Song Huanyun suddenly became excited again, "Sister! My mother has moved out, the main house is vacant, I want to move in!"

The kitchen was narrow, and the two sisters were crowded together, and it was difficult to turn around. Song Huanxi passed her and walked out, saying as he walked, "My brother is too young to sleep alone. Do you want to sleep with him?"

Song Huanyun frowned immediately: "No! He wet the bed the day before yesterday!"

Song Huanxi stopped and looked back at the second younger sister. This younger sister was better developed than her. She was four years younger than her, but she was almost as tall as her. Recently, she always came to pick out her clothes.

She still looked calm: "Then you can continue to live in the current room, and I will take my younger brother to live in the main room."

Finishing with one word, Song Huanxi turned around and sat down at the table in front of the window, spread out the pen and paper, and was about to write her letter of resignation.

Song Huanyun stood there for a long time, and couldn't help muttering: "Can't you take Wenzai to live in our current room?"

"Wenzai is smaller than me, so it won't be too crowded for you to live in—"

The more she talked, the brighter her eyes became, and she raised her head suddenly, but Song Huanxi didn't know when she stopped writing, and looked at her with heavy eyes.

Song Huanyun immediately closed her mouth, and when Song Huanxi lowered her head and started to write again, the more she thought about it, the more angry she became, she gritted her teeth and said, "Well, I should live a rich life with my mother! Live in a bungalow! Drive a foreign car! Wear new dresses every day!"

"Don't go to Auntie!"

With a heavy snort, Song Huanyun turned her head and walked out. Just as her hand was on the doorknob, Song Huanxi's voice sounded behind her: "Wait a minute."

Song Huanyun immediately turned around, like a little rooster who had won a fight, proudly raising her head——

Song Huanxi raised the note in his hand: "You don't know Aunt Xiu's address, do you? This is where she is now."

"By the way, you can call a rickshaw and ask Aunt Xiu to pay the bill when you get there. Anyway, she is rich now."

Song Huanxi bit the word rich and honor very hard. She strode forward and arrived in front of Song Huanyun. Without any explanation, she stuffed the note into her hand, turned around and returned to the table, and continued to write her letter of resignation.

Song Huanyun's hand holding the note became tighter and tighter, but her feet were nailed to the ground. After an unknown amount of time, she burst into tears and rushed back to her room, closing the door with a bang.

Hearing the movement, Wen Zai poked his head out and looked at the eldest sister suspiciously. Song Huanxi smiled at him: "It's okay, your second sister failed the Chinese language test again, Wen Zai should not imitate her."

She didn't lower the volume, and the crying in the small room instantly increased by tens of decibels.

Wen Tsai nodded half-understanding, Chinese is difficult to learn!
Anyway, what she said is right!

Second, second sister, sometimes right!

Song Huanxi sent the younger brother to continue playing with his building blocks, and let out a long breath slowly. If only the second sister could be as worry-free as the younger brother.

Sometimes I really regret that I didn't secretly take Ayun out when I was a child and throw it away.

(End of this chapter)