After kicking out my ex-husband, his brother and I got back together.

Chapter 163 Loves eating shrimps
"Then...that's what...I'm not saying that I have to scold you, it's just that you're a woman, it's very unsafe..."

Song Zi hesitated for a long time. He really didn't expect Song Yezi's attitude.

Song Yezi looked at Songzi's confused and embarrassed expression, and suddenly felt sour in his heart.

She lowered her head and whispered another thank you.

"Drink... drink the porridge, it will get cold in a while."

Songzi pushed the lunch box towards Song Yezi again.

Song Yezi picked up the porridge spoon and gently stirred the thick porridge a few times.

The snow-white rice porridge is mixed with shrimps and garnished with a few chopped green onions, which makes it look less monotonous.

This was just an ordinary bowl of shrimp porridge, but after Song Yezi took one bite, she felt that this was the most delicious shrimp porridge she had eaten in so many years.

When I was a kid in an orphanage, I couldn't even eat river shrimps once a year.There are too many children in the orphanage and shrimps are too expensive. The only time you can mention what you want to the director is on your birthday.

But back then, these kids always had more important desires than eating shrimp.

For example, you want a new pencil case, or a pair of red snow boots with small pendants on the sides.

Later, I went to the Song family. In the first two years, Song Yezi could eat shrimp meat once a month.

After Song Jingyang was born, there was no more.

The high-quality prawns costing hundreds of yuan per pound would only appear in Song Jingyang's food bowl. Song Yezi could only eat ordinary meals with the adults.

In fact, she has loved eating shrimps since she was a child, but after realizing at a sensible age that her parents did not care about her most, she never mentioned eating shrimps again.

After graduating from college, Song Yezi saved his first money, took Duan Xiaowu to the seafood market, and bought a bunch of shrimps.

Not only river shrimp, Jiwei shrimp, but also crayfish, giant lobster, and even Pipi shrimp.

She sent all the shrimps to Duan Xiaowu's old house and asked Aunt Zhang to help her cook them.

That time, Song Yezi stayed at Duan Xiaowu's house for two days and ate shrimp for two days.

Even Duan Chengxiong was a little worried about whether she would have a bad stomach.

But Song Yezi didn't listen. After eating shrimp for two days, he felt nauseated when he saw the shrimp.

For several years, she never ate anything related to shrimp.

But now, looking at the bowl of shrimp porridge in front of him, Song Yezi felt that the shrimp was delicious again.

Neither of them spoke, Song Zi just watched silently as Song Yezi ate the shrimp porridge in the bowl to the bottom.

"Thank you."

Song Yezi put down his lunch box and looked at Songzi, with a sincerity in his eyes that was rare before.

Song Zi only felt that something had pricked her eyes, and she quickly looked away.

"Thank you for what? Go back when you're full. Chang Rong took his wife back last night. Today is New Year's Eve. I guess I can prepare the New Year's Eve dinner with them when I go back."

Song Yezi nodded and stood up.

"Okay, then you wait for me to wash up."

It was already after nine o'clock when Song Yezi woke up in the morning, and it was already ten o'clock when he packed up and walked to the old house.

When the two returned to the Duan family's old house, Mr. Chang had already arrived and was talking and laughing with Duan Chengxiong in the living room.

Xu Rou and Aunt Zhang were in the dining room, and Aunt Zhang was kneading a ball of green dough in her hand.

Song Yezi glanced over and saw that there were red and yellow ones next to them.

The little flower, wearing a red sweater, lay on the ground helplessly, her eyes never leaving the table.

Duan Xiaowu and Chang Rong were sitting on the long table on the other side of the hall. Duan Xiaowu was holding a piece of fine Hui ink in his hand and was grinding it on an inkstone.

Chang Rong held the brush in one hand and lightly pressed it on the long paper with the other hand.

Seeing Song Yezi and Songzi coming in, Mr. Chang and Duan Chengxiong were the first to raise their heads.

"Yezi is back, come in quickly."

Duan Chengxiong greeted Nozi with a smile, and then immediately called Songzi.

He pointed at the pine nuts and looked at Mr. Chang.

"Old man, look, this is the kid I'm telling you about. I played chess with me yesterday and I couldn't beat him."

Mr. Chang laughed twice. "Well, it's the waves behind the Yangtze River that push the waves ahead."

Song Zi and Song Yezi stepped forward and said hello to the two elders.

When Duan Xiaowu saw Song Yezi walking in, he quickly put down the ink in his hand and walked over to pull Yezi aside.

The two of them arrived at the back garden and sat down on the stone bench.

"Why were you so drunk last night? I asked Chang Rong later, and he said Songzi went to take care of you."

Song Yezi blinked and looked in the direction of the hall.

"He scolded me. As soon as I woke up this morning, he yelled at me."

"what?"

Duan Xiaowu frowned anxiously, knowing that if anyone dared to yell at Song Yezi in the past, she could directly greet all eighteen generations of his ancestors.

After confirming again, Songzi was chatting with the two old men unharmed. Duan Xiaowu turned to look at Song Yezi.

"Are you kidding me? Songzi is yelling at you. How can you come back with him?"

After Song Yezi told Duan Xiaowu what happened last night, Duan Xiaowu finally nodded.

"You should, you really should. If I were Song Zi, I would let the kidnappers fight."

Song Yezi pushed Duan Xiaowu.

"Duan Xiaowu, are you my sister? Why are you so unkind?"

Duan Xiaowu put her hand to her chin to support Zhu's head.

"I've always been like this, and you just found out today?"

The two quarreled in the back garden for a while, and Aunt Zhang came over to call them.

"Xiao Wu, Yezi, I'm making dumplings tonight. What fillings do you want to eat? I'll prepare them now."

"Shrimp."

Song Yezi said to Aunt Zhang without thinking.

Duan Xiaowu on the side was puzzled.

"Haven't you not eaten shrimp for a long time? Last year when you made dumplings, you said you wanted coriander, beef and chili."

Song Yezi was still reminiscing about the shrimp porridge he had eaten when he got up this morning.

"Suddenly I thought the shrimps were delicious again."

Duan Xiaowu said that women are fickle and can't be controlled at all.

After a simple lunch, it was rare that everyone was idle. Song Yezi and Aunt Zhang suddenly brought up a table from the basement of Duan Xiaowu's house.

Duan Chengxiong and Mr. Chang were sitting on a table in the backyard playing chess, and another table was placed directly next to them.

"How did you find it?"

Duan Xiaowu now gets a headache when she sees the card table. She will never forget the last time she played mahjong with Chang Rong and the others in L city.

Not only is playing cards torture, but the night after playing cards is even more torture.

Song Yezi looked at Duan Xiaowu with interest.

"I asked Aunt Zhang, and I went down to the basement with you to look for wine before, and I vaguely remember how many card tables there are."

Chang Rong and Song Zi were standing behind Mr. Chang and Duan Chengxiong respectively, watching them play chess. When they saw the mahjong table brought up by Song Yezi, their eyes were attracted to mahjong again.

"Mahjong requires four people. If you are willing to come, raise your hand."

Song Yezi raised his hand like a primary school student and said in the back garden.

Xu Rou and Aunt Zhang stood at the door. They said they didn't know how to fight and decided to study the fillings of the dumplings.

There are many people today, and everyone has different tastes. Just four or five kinds of dumpling fillings have to be prepared, and they have to prepare unsalted ones for Xiaohua. The two of them are more accustomed to delving into that.

Apart from Mr. Chang and Duan Chengxiong, there were exactly four people left.

Neither Chang Rong nor Songzi had any objections, and Songzi's eyes moved towards Duan Xiaowu.

(End of this chapter)