A Joyful Boy: From Meeting the Drunk Song Qian

He was in the kitchen, though.

I can't smell anything.

"Wife, you are so beautiful."

"Right? I was planning to wear this outfit tomorrow, so I'm putting it on today to get a feel for it."

Tong Wenjie changed into high heels at the door and pressed her earrings on her ears with both hands.

"Then tell the children that I won't be home for dinner tonight, and that they should enjoy their meal."

"Ok."

Watching Tong Wenjie leave the room, I felt a sense of emptiness, but I still continued cooking.

the other side.

Tong Wenjie went upstairs.

I straightened my clothes and knocked on the door of room 402.

"Teacher Xiaomeng, I didn't expect to see you here."

I was surprised to find Xiaomeng here today, and she was still dressed in that alluring outfit.

In comparison.

I feel like I'm dressed very formally today.

It's perfectly fine to go to work and attend meetings.

Tong Wenjie inquired about Xiaomeng's condition, and Xiaomeng said helplessly, "Qiao Weidong went to the hospital today and told me everything when he got back. However, the hospital didn't guarantee when he would be cured. After all, the older you get, the harder it is to cure these kinds of things, so I came to check on him."

By the end, Xiaomeng herself was blushing.

“Then we’re about the same.” Tong Wenjie didn’t reveal her purpose, but searched the house.

Su Chen was nowhere to be seen.

"What about others?"

"Where else could we eat? We ate next door." Xiaomeng's tone was full of flavor.

Tong Wenjie, on the other hand, was quite open-minded.

Sitting on the sofa.

"After all, they arrived first, so it's understandable."

Tong Wenjie glanced at Xiaomeng's clothes, then her eyes lit up, and she gestured for Xiaomeng to come over.

"This is about right for winter, but now that the weather's warmer, shouldn't we change it up a bit, like..."

Xiao Meng looked at Tong Wenjie in surprise.

I never expected her to be so open-minded and have such progressive ideas.

Just then the door opened.

Su Chen returned with an empty plate and found two beautiful women sitting on the sofa.

"Why didn't you let us know you were coming? We could have eaten together over there."

"This won't affect your family of three's meals."

Su Chen was used to Tong Wenjie's jokes.

Place the plate in a safe place.

Today, Tong Wenjie wore spring clothes, but Su Chen's eyes were drawn to her pair of black stockings.

A pair of stiletto heels looked so dangerous, but they were so stable under Tong Wenjie's feet.

It's about the same as when we first met.

Seeing that Su Chen was about to come out, Tong Wenjie pulled him back.

"I came up here today to learn a few new dishes, so you don't need to come out."

Su Chen asked in confusion, "Isn't it lunchtime? Have Fang Yifan and the others already eaten?"

“There’s Fang Yuan here. He cooks at home, so I’ll come up here to learn from you.”

Su Chen gave Tong Wenjie a thumbs up.

I was just about to do it.

Su Chen looked up at Xiao Meng.

"Teacher Xiaomeng, would you like to learn how?"

"Alright."

Xiaomeng came over wearing slippers.

Su Chen took out another cutting board and prepared an identical set of knives.

The two people sat standing in front.

Su Chen stood behind and watched, pointing things out as he went.

"Hmm... how's this done?"

"not bad."

"Then...what about mine? Hmm..."

"We'll have to try it to know, hmm~"

.........

More than 9 o'clock in the evening.

Fang Yifan was watching TV when he suddenly heard the door open and turned around to look.

"Mom, what's for dinner today? You're only getting back now, and you didn't even bring me anything."

"Eat, eat, eat! All you do all day is eat." Tong Wenjie glared at him after changing her shoes.

"Lei'er, how was your cousin's studying today? Did he follow your plan?"

Fang Yifan muttered under his breath, "Why ask about studies as soon as I get back? Our school has a basketball game in a few days, and we've been training these past few days, otherwise how can we play against Su Chen?"

"Still training basketball?"

Tong Wenjie came to him in her slippers and stood in the middle of the TV.

"Fang Yifan, what time is it now? You only have a little over 100 days left until the college entrance examination. If you don't get good grades in these 100 days, how will you get into university?"

The house is the one you're renting from Shuxiang Yayuan, it costs over 1 yuan a month.

You've agreed to let me register for the art exam, and Teacher Xiaomeng has found you a dance teacher at a discount; it still costs several thousand yuan a month.

You're telling me this now?

Are you planning to waste all the hard work your father and I have put in?"

Fang Yifan then noticed that Tong Wenjie's face was very red.

Said quickly.

"I was just kidding. I was strictly following Lei'er's study plan today. I just took a 10-minute break and came out to watch some TV."

Tong Wenjie ignored Fang Yifan's words and turned her gaze to Lin Leier.

Lin Leier nodded.

"Yes, Auntie, what my cousin said is true. Please calm down."

Tong Wenjie calmed down after hearing Lin Leier's confirmation.

But the blush on her face didn't fade.

Fang Yifan looked at Tong Wenjie and noticed a red mark on her neck.

"Mom, what happened to your neck?"

"What else could it be? You made me so angry! If you make me angry any more, your mother's face will look like this!"

Upon hearing her say that, Fang Yifan shrank back and dared not say another word.

I saw Tong Wenjie go to the restroom.

Fang Yifan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Isn't Su Chen my favorite? Why is she acting like she's on fire since she came back? Is she angry upstairs?"

Fang Yifan perked up at this point: "Hey, Lei'er, do you think my mom might have gotten scolded for not being able to learn how to cook?"

"Cousin, I think Auntie is upset because of the huge gap between you and Su Chen."

"..." Fang Yifan looked at him awkwardly: "Lei'er, sometimes the truth doesn't have to be said, it's enough to understand it."

..

A basketball game at Chunfeng Middle School.

"Class 3, Class 3, you're the strongest!! Class 3, Class 3, you're the best!!!"