Transmigration in the Book: I Rely on Raising Cubs to Upgrade My System

"Okay, honk."

Ye Susu couldn't stand Ms. Song's advice, so she resigned herself to taking an empty bowl and giving the man some more fish soup.

But when she turned to go, she stumbled.

Luckily, she was stingy, and the soup bowl was only 7 parts full, so she didn't spill it on the floor.

"Ms. Song, your slippers have finally come to an end."

Ye Susu raised her left foot.

When Song Yiran looked at her, she couldn't stop laughing.

The foot string on Ye Susu's left slipper had finally been broken.

These were her old shoes, and the other day, Ye Susu hadn't taken her house slippers with her because they belonged to someone else's family.

After mother and son came over, Song Yiran washed her own slippers and gave them to her daughter to wear.

I don't know if it was because she was bouncing around or because the little white dog was biting and playing.

I've been talking about it for a few days, but I finally broke it off today.

"Then you first go to deliver the soup, I'll find you another pair."

Ye Susu cheerfully stomped off the scrap slippers, "I was looking online a few days ago, and you still won't let me place an order."

She muttered for days about this.

"The quality of the online stuff is not good. I told you to buy them at the store yesterday, but you didn't take them yourself."

Yesterday, when she came back from shopping, Ye Susu was still thinking about the cat slippers she saw in the store. She wanted to buy them, but was struggling with the style, and came back to discuss with Ye Xun what color would look best.

Song Yiran is speechless when she thinks of this.

I don't know who inherited her daughter's difficulty in choosing.

Also, originally she was not so stingy, the family bought a lot of impractical things, said it was for live use, also did not see her heartache.

"Mummy wears mine first."

Ye Xun hugged the small rice bowl, drumming her cheeks down to see.

He stretched his feet out and his little slippers were about to give way to Ye Susu.

Song Yiran all lost her smile, "Where can your mother wear yours?"

But as I was about to get up and rummage through the shoebox, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.

"Sister Song, there's a New Year's gift for everyone, so let's have a good time."

Song Yiran was stunned on the spot, hearing that it was someone from the neighborhood committee.

"Happy New Year, Xiao Chen."

"Happy New Year, Chen." "Happy New Year, take this, I'm going to send it to someone else."

He had two or three red shopping bags in his hand, and went next door to knock on the door again.

After knocking for half a day, the door didn't open, but he was told to leave his things at the door.

Song Yiran's mouth curled up and took the things before heading inside.

"Grandma, what's a gift bag?"

Ye Xun was a little curious when he took a small chopstick.

He has never received a New Year's gift package in the past, and there is none in the city.

However, Song Yiran was the first to get one, and in all the years she has lived here, she has never seen the neighborhood committee come to her door and give her a gift.

She is not a widow or senior citizen, nor is she an advanced contributor.

But the child was interested, so Song Yiran handed it to him and let him read it first.

"If you open it, grandma won't know."

Ye Susu was also interested, and her curiosity killed the cat.

She took the fish soup and simply stopped walking, leaning over to join in the fun.

"The shopping bag seems to be full, is there any little surprise inside?"

Song Yiran had a little suspicion and looked at her daughter's glossy red face without speaking, but her expression was already a little satisfied.

"Ah!"

As soon as she opened the shopping bag, Ye Xuncun put her little hand inside and let out a little scream.

Ye Sousou stared, "What is it? Did something bite you?"

Ye Xun's originally surprised little face was momentarily amused by his own mommy.

He grabbed his mom's hand on the spot and asked her to reach into the shopping bag and touch it as well.

Now, Ye Susu also gave an ah.

"What's wrong?"

Only then did Song Yiran sway back from her own thoughts.

But what she saw when she looked up was Ye Susu with a little surprise on her face, and a pair of girly pink slippers she had taken out of a shopping bag.

"What a coincidence, my luck has exploded again ......"

Ye Susu lamented.

Song Yiran held her forehead.

Ye Susu and her children often play in the yard, and their voices are not light when they get into trouble.

The old house was not very soundproof.

She could hear their mother and son's broken voices in the kitchen several times.

Ye Susu read the slippers for half a day, and the slippers came.

It is reasonable to say that her daughter, who has won so many 'prizes', should know exactly what is going on with her luck, but she still believes she is a koi.

Song Yiran could not help but feel sad.

As expected, there is a reason for all the bad studies.

This child really didn't follow her logical ability.

"Su Su ......"

Song Yiran wanted to stop talking.

But Ye Susu put an incomparably warm, cold gray knitted scarf around her neck.

"Mom, there's also this scarf in the gift bag, you look good in it."

Song Yiran was stunned.

There's still her share?

She looked down, reached down, and felt the stitches, which were fine and soft, dark gray for her age, understated, and matched most of her black clothes.

It was like knowing her aesthetics before selecting it.

"Grandma, nice looking ......"

Next to him, Ye Xun drummed his cheeks and gave a thumbs up compliment.

But after the compliment, his little mouth flattened again, his little head turned to peek into the shopping bag, and his cheeks hollowed out a bit in frustration.

His cheeks puckered in frustration, as if he wasn't a part of it.

Song Yiran didn't believe me either.

Not for children?

Ye Susu spread her hands.

Song Yiran took the shopping bag over herself and looked through the bottom of her pocket, but her face was also anxious afterwards.

This is how the child's things to leak.

It doesn't matter if she is old or not, the child is the one who looks forward to the gifts during the New Year.

Ye Xun, who was at the small table, silently picked up the small rice bowl and stuffed a mouthful of white rice into her mouth, giggling and forgetting to put the food into it.

Song Yiran felt sorry for the child and annoyed with someone.

"Su Su, let's not send that soup next door, I'll think about it."

"Huh?"

Ms. Song changes from one second to the next, and Y Susu feels that she is a bit unpredictable as an adult.

The little white dog outside woofed twice and ran in da da da da da.

There was a little red bag hanging on its little head.

The three of them took a look and were stunned.

Look again.

A note was attached to the outside of the bag, with two words written on it - 'dropped'.

Song Yiran's eyebrows and feet jumped down.

But Ye Xun's grape black eyes lit up in surprise, but he didn't dare to reach out to take it, so he looked at Ye Susu first and asked her permission before he excitedly put down the small chopsticks and waved for Xiaobai to come.

"Bai Bai, who gave this to you?"

The little white dog did not know how to speak, and circled around in an uncomfortable manner, trying to shake off the thing around its neck.

Ye Xun hurriedly reached out his hand to help it untie it.

As soon as the pouch fell down, it revealed its contents.

A nine linked rings.

It was a gift for his age!

Ye Xun's little face lit up.

Song Yiran was relieved, but cryptic.

"Grandma, there's also this."

There was a fourth gift in the small paper bag, three bath tickets.

They seemed to have been prepared by knowing each person's preferences, but it seemed to be a coincidence.

The items were not expensive, but everything was just right.

It would be practical and necessary for any family of three, and it would be appropriate for anyone.

It would be reasonable to say that it was a gift package from the neighborhood committee.

Song Yiran thought about it and admired the care and attention.

"The fish soup is cold, so please warm it up and send it next door.

"???"

Ye Susu was unaware that Ms. Song had already analyzed a large wave in her heart.

It was only ten minutes, and someone's score in Ms. Song's heart was added and subtracted many times, and finally a high score was fixed with no danger.

If she had known this, Ye Susu would have held her head in her hands and shouted her admiration for Ms. Song.

She herself didn't think about it that much at all.

It wasn't until she was carrying the soup bowl and walked next door that Ye Susu's nose moved, suddenly having a certain familiar sense of destiny.

"Huh?"

Wasn't it her favorite scent that permeated the tip of her nose?

She could never smell it wrong.

Only catnip is available in the world.

It's only found in the top catnip.

She had passed by the next door several times in the past few days, but the door was closed and she had never approached it.

But today, she stood at the door and smelled it.

When she smelled the smell, Ye Susu couldn't help but feel dumbfounded.

It had been many days since she moved out with her cubs.

Before she left, she didn't dare to look at the catnip for fear that Ms. Song would get even angrier.

But now, as she stood at the door, she coldly remembered that he seemed quite pitiful that day.

In front of Ms. Song, he said a lot of things, but she rejected them all with a dark face.

By the way, he hasn't contacted her for so many days, and now that I think about it, maybe he was struck quietly.

But smelling this, Ye Susu can't help but feel a little more apprehensive.

She also didn't contact him ...... isn't she a little bit of a scum who has sucked up irresponsible scum?

Ahem.

Ye Susu blushes on the spot, but still raises her little neck.

No, she meowed not scum.

She has sucked him in her dreams for the past few days.

It's not entirely heartless to count.

Ye Susu was a little guilty.

But then she took a closer look and smelled something a little different.

Before she had time to think about it, she knocked twice on the door, and someone answered the door.

"Who is it?"

The voice was that of a man, probably in his twenties or thirties, but Ye Susu frowned.

But Ye Susu frowned.

Not nice enough, not steady enough, not gentle enough ...... to listen, and a bit strange.

It wasn't catnip," she said.

For a moment, Ye Susu's heart not only did not breathe a sigh of relief, but also a little desolation.

"Hello, I'm from next door, I've come to bring you a bowl of fish soup, thank you for helping our family shovel snow."

Ye Susu quickly adjusted her mood and told her the reason for her visit.

The door braked open.

Sure enough, a young man with a clear eyebrow, but with the air of a stranger all over him, opened the door.

He smiled as he reached out his hand to take the bowl of soup, "You're welcome, thank you for the fish soup."

Although he was smiling, his face was all polite and distant.

Ye Susu carefully sniffed, and indeed smelled a familiar catnip scent on his body, but mixed with some smelly man smell, she knitted her brows and backed away.

Right now, she was feeling a bit uncomfortable in her heart.

Everyone from the Meow Meow restaurant came after her, saying they wanted to eat her cooking.

He, the catnip shoveler ......, was in no hurry.

Didn't he say the little cub was going to call him daddy? In the past few days, others have disappeared, and it was a shock at the time, but it's time to recover after a week.

Ye Susu was missing a muscle before, but now she is a little depressed.

She didn't know that human emotions are so complicated.

Earlier, when you don't care, it doesn't matter if the person is around or not, it doesn't matter what the person has done for you.

But after caring, the other person's every move will affect the mood.

"Hey, you pour the fish soup in your bowls, and I'll take the empty bowls straight back."

Ye Susu thought, and couldn't lift her spirits.

For a second, she didn't want to stay here, nor did she want to look at this young man who smelled a bit similar, but different.

Different, his chin wasn't straight enough, his eyes weren't warm enough, and his chest wasn't open enough.

As it turns out, it's not always possible to meet a superb shoveler like Catnip everywhere.

It's been so long and she's only met one.

Ye Susu thought she was about to sigh.

The young man smiled instead, "Wait then, I'll go find a bowl."

Saying that, he went into the inside room.

Ye Susu stood at the door, facing the door not to stretch her hand to squeeze her small face.

She can't go back with this disappointed expression, in case the little cub sees her and he asks, she can't reveal herself.

The little cub has been playing crazy with her for the past two days and has no time to think about his dad's problems.

If not, he will definitely be sad.

Although he found his dad, he didn't ask him how he was doing these past few days, and he didn't say anything at all. ......

Ye Susu purses her lips.

What will she say if the cubs ask her in a few days if she doesn't want him or give him up because he's not liked by his grandmother?

Ye Susu is sad.

On one side is the bitterness of not being able to inhale the catnip, and the catnip's lack of conscience; on the other side is the sadness of the little cub being let down.

"This lady, thank you for your bowl. Don't even bother with the back, we ...... oh me, are all about takeout."

The young man opened the door again and politely handed out the empty bowl.

Ye Sousou, with a listless oh, was about to reach out and take it, but there was a muffled thud from inside.

She paused to look into the room.