Transmigrated in the 90's as a Little Dumpling (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 18

Song Qiaoxi quickly caught up with Chu Jin and was in a great mood. He really promised her to play military chess together in the afternoon!

Along the way, he pulled Chu Jin's wrist sticky like a piece of rice cake, and was about to throw his arm into the sky.

Chu Jin didn't feel annoyed, and didn't say a word.

When the two children came in, they caught up with Father Song and pulled the dining table out.

There were a lot of people eating at home at noon today, and the side by the window was too crowded, so Dad simply lifted the table to the middle of the living room.

Three children and two adults sat down together, and the ten-square-meter living room suddenly became full.

Except for the "crack" sound from the swing-head electric fan, the living room is filled with the "wheezing" sound of the storm inhaling the noodles, which is so lively.

After the meal, the Song family used to take a lunch break, and Chu Jin took the initiative to ask for the dishes to be washed, and Song's father preempted him.

Father Song patted him on the shoulder and told him grinningly: "As long as the uncle is here, no one can grab the dishes. In our house, your aunt can only rest assured that the uncle will wash the dishes."

Chu Jin nodded thoughtfully, wiped the table silently, and went downstairs to the boiler room with the kitchen waste.

"Aunt Qiao's fried noodles are top-notch! A bowl can be sold for a thousand yuan in a hotel!" Wang Junyang slumped on the sofa, patted the raised belly, small mouth and honey-smeared mother Chong Song Confession, after confession, he felt melancholy, "Auntie, my mother is so fierce, cooking thief is terrible, I want to be your child..."

"Hey, that can't be done. This makes your mother sad to hear that, so you can come to your aunt's house if you want to eat. Mom can't change it."

Mother Song came out of the kitchen to wipe her hands with her apron, smiled and flicked Wang Junyang's forehead, and looked up at the wall clock.

Dad finished washing the dishes and was lifting the dining table back to its original position. He also glanced at the wall clock on the wall, "Daughter-in-law, sun poison, the sheets and quilts have been exposed to the sun to disinfect them, and I will collect them when I take a nap."

Song Qiaoxi ate too much and was too sleepy. She opened her mouth and yawned in a chair. She wiped her tears with her hands and her head was empty.

In a daze, Wang Junyang asked nonchalantly: "Which is more yellow, Jianlibao or Rising Sun?"

"Clam?"

She turned her head suspiciously, and saw that he had moved to the refrigerator, touching his chin, wondering what he was making.

"The rising sun!"

Wang Junyang replied to himself, opened the refrigerator door covered with Want Want stickers, took a bottle of blue cans, and turned around and smiled badly at Song Qiaoxi.

Before he could ask, Wang Junyang left a sentence, "I'll go to Ding Yi, you take a nap." He slipped away with oil on the soles of his feet.

Shaking her head helplessly, she yawned and returned to her small room.

Flop on the bed and let the hot cheeks stick on the cool bamboo mat to cool down.

Half asleep and half awake, Song Qiaoxi felt confused that something was wrong with Wang Junyang, but she was too full to eat, her eyelids were so heavy that she was lying on the bed and yawned lazily.