The 99th Divorce

When the old man was talking, he did n’t forget to look at Su Qianci, and when she saw her face with a little consternation, she immediately added oil and vinegar: "I do n’t know which nerve is wrong. I thought it was your idea. It ’s not?

Su Qianci shook her head, her lips curled up uncontrollably.

It turned out that he remembered ... she thought that he just mentioned it casually and would forget it later.

Unexpectedly, actually remembered for so long.

The arc of his lips grew wider and wider, and he accidentally glanced at Grandpa's teasing eyes. Su Qianci blushed, lowered his head, and after a quick decision on the breakfast in front of him, he set off for school.

At the end of the day's class, Su Qianci picked up his mobile phone and found that there were two missed calls.

The note is: Father Song.

Picking up the phone to call back, there was a quick answer there, Song Yifan's voice came over: "Thousand Porcelain, are you free at night?"

"Yes, has Dad returned home?"

Song Yifan was not the first time to call Su Qianci, nor was it the first time he heard this 'father', but every time he heard it, he couldn't stop the joy of joy, and he was in a good mood.

With a smile, Song Yifan said, "Well, I'm back home today. Your uncle Sheng is going to make hot pot at home. I want you to bring your husband together. If it's okay, come over together." Confused, he said, "I'm afraid it won't work. Grandpa has been coming to our house for a while. We have to eat with Grandpa at home."

"It's such a pity." Song Yifan's voice was full of regret, "Your uncle Sheng also bought a lot of ingredients, and now it seems to be doomed to waste."

"That's better, come to our house with Uncle Sheng. It's just now that the weather is cold and the hot pot is just right. Let me talk to Rong Ma and tell her not to cook."

"Okay, then I call Ximing."

An agreement was reached and the matter will be resolved soon.

The old man had a very good impression of Song Yifan and Sheng Ximing. Sitting in the living room, several people chatted very happily.

Li Sicheng doesn't talk much, and only inserts two sentences when he hears the key. The rest of the time he listens quietly.

Su Qianci and Rong Ma had been busy in the kitchen for more than half an hour before they processed all the ingredients, and the aroma of the soup base drifted far away.

"You can eat it!" Su Qianci shouted, smelling the scent of saliva.

Rong Ma prepared bowls and chopsticks for everyone, and soon let them sit down. At the strong request of the old man, he sat down halfway.

The ingredients went on the same way, Su Qianci sandwiched something for herself, and she happily ate. When it was almost finished, a big hand held a piece of meat, dipped in the sauce in front of her, and put Inside her bowl.

Su Qianci was somewhat flattered and raised his eyes to see Li Sicheng's breezy face.

As if the person who just flicked her meat was not him.

You're welcome, just put the meat in your mouth.

But when someone saw that she had finished eating, she reached out and clipped a green vegetable to her, followed by all kinds of meatballs, seafood, and meat.

Su Qianci has tried to eat as fast as possible, but still can't keep up with his speed of picking vegetables.

Seeing that his bowl was piled up, he said bitterly, "Don't clip it, I can't finish it!"

"It's okay," Li Sicheng put down the last piece of meat calmly, "I can't finish eating."

Seeing this, Master Li sighed and said: "People are old, no one will pick me vegetables, my heart hurts!"