Black-bellied Emperor Shao: Ex-wife is not allowed to escape

Standing in the kitchen, Li Qingcheng didn't notice his elder brother's obvious double standards. He was amazed to see him conveniently stuffing the freshly cut fruit plate into Song Weiwei's hands and pushing her out.

Song Weiwei entered the living room with a fruit plate, and Song Chenchen clung to it. He was about to eat, fearing that he wouldn't be able to eat later, Song Weiwei forked a piece of apple for him.

"I can only eat one piece, and I will eat it later after eating."

Song Chenchen Le Diandian took it, nibbled on the apple in small bites, the apple juice was so crunchy and sweet, and his small mouth was also sweet, "Mummy, you can eat it too, the apple is so sweet."

Song Weiwei picked up the fruit fork with a smile, forked a piece of apple and took a bite. The apple was really sweet as Song Chenchen said. She put the fruit plate on the coffee table and invited her family to eat.

Song's mother disliked her little grandson's rebellion, and snorted softly, "I'll sell you for a piece of apple, good luck."

Before she finished speaking, Father Song stuffed her mouth with an apple, and Father Song took a bite himself, and said with a smile, "It's really sweet, Xiao Chenchen was right."

Song Chenchen quickly finished eating the small piece of apple, looked at the fruit plate eagerly, wanted to eat more, and was thinking about the braised prawns for a while, so that his little brows were wrinkled.

Song's mother is a hard-spoken and soft-hearted person. Seeing him like this, she pushed the fruit plate in front of him, "If you want to eat, take it again. Don't listen to Song Song."

Song Chenchen shook his head, "I want to save my stomach for a while to eat braised prawns."

Everyone in the room was amused by his greedy appearance, and the atmosphere relaxed a lot. Soon, Li Qingcheng came over and asked everyone to move to the restaurant for dinner.

Everyone got up and walked into the restaurant. There were more than a dozen dishes on the table, all of which were very well presented. The smell of the food alone was enough to show that Li Baihan had superb cooking skills.

Song Yuanzhuo looked at the dishes on the table in disbelief, and whispered: "Are you sure he didn't order takeaway secretly?"

Anyway, if he was asked to cook, he would definitely not be able to cook such a table of delicacies, and the dark dishes were not bad.

Song Yuheng raised his elbow and bumped him, signaling him to shut up, Song Yuanzhuo shut up resentfully, and sat down beside his elder brother, when Li Baihan untied his apron and came out.

The aloof and dignified man suddenly became a little smoky when he was wearing the apron. He was not as far away as he looked before. He put the apron on the hook and sat down beside Song Weiwei.

Song Chenchen, who was originally sitting next to Song's father, ran to Li Baihan's side, and said pitifully, "Shu Shu, can I sit next to you?"

Li Baihan put his arms around his waist, put him on the empty seat beside him, distributed disposable gloves for him to put on, "Are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry, I ate an apple just now." Song Chenchen was so happy that her eyes curled up with a smile.

Li Baihan put on disposable gloves, took a crayfish, peeled off its shell, and brought the bright red meat inside to his mouth.

Song Chenchen opened his mouth and ate it. The shrimp meat was tender and a little spicy. It was very tasty. He squinted his eyes in satisfaction, "It's delicious!"

Song's mother loves spicy food by nature. Seeing that her little grandson is satisfied with the meal, and then looking at a pot of braised prawns with delicious color and fragrance, her hands are ready to move, but she still wants to hold it, "I know how to blow rainbow farts."

Father Song glanced at her, then took out a pair of disposable gloves and put them on. He was not restrained, and picked up the crayfish and peeled the shell as if he was at home.

The peeled shrimp meat was dipped in spicy sauce and placed in Mother Song's bowl, "Taste it quickly."

The tone seemed to let go of the stalking person if it was not tasty, full of pampering, Mother Song picked up the chopsticks and couldn't wait to put the shrimp meat into her mouth.

A spicy and fresh fragrance exploded on the tip of her tongue, the saltiness was just right, and the spiciness was moderate. She relaxed her eyebrows and looked at Father Song eagerly, beckoning him to continue feeding.

Looking at this scene, Song Weiwei couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth. She turned her head to look at Li Baihan, and found that Li Baihan was also looking at her.

He leaned over and whispered in her ear with a tone that only the two of them could hear: "Song Song, do I make my mother-in-law happy?"

Song Weiwei glanced at him, "You want to sell them after a meal?" The road was long and difficult.

Li Baihan obviously understood what she had said, so he just smiled, peeled a shrimp and put it in her bowl, "Try and see if I cook well."

Song Weiwei accepted it with a natural expression.

On the other side, it was Li Qingcheng who peeled the shrimp. The shell of the lobster just out of the pot was very hot. He peeled the shell very quickly and put the freshly peeled shrimp meat in Song Yuheng's bowl, "Doctor Song, try it!" The braised prawns made by my brother are really delicious.”

Song Yuheng looked at the red oil in his hand, and then at the lobster meat in the bowl, feeling inexplicably in his heart, was Li Qingcheng being too attentive to him?
Not only Song Yuheng felt this way, even the single dog Song Yuanzhuo felt it. He was the only poor guy who had no one to peel the shrimp, and he seemed a bit out of place. He bossed and said: "Brother, peel me a shrimp."

Li Qingcheng didn't want Song Yuheng's hands to be stained with oil, so he quickly said, "I'll peel it for you, I'll peel it for you, your brother needs a scalpel in his hand."

Song Yuan Zhuo Nahan, "Don't you also want to use a scalpel?"

"It's okay, I live a rough life." Li Qing thought to himself how could he be so delicate, and besides, heart surgery is much simpler than brain surgery.

Song Yuanzhuo watched him nimbly pinch off the head and tail of the crayfish, and with a push of his finger, he pulled out the whole lobster meat. That swift action seemed to be ripping open the belly, which made him very shocked.

There was an extra lobster meat in the bowl, but Song Yuanzhuo was stunned by his actions. He didn't dare to put the lobster meat into his mouth for a long time. Instead, Li Qingcheng urged him, "It will taste better with some soup."

Song Yuanzhuo asked for it himself, but it was a shame to lose face. He picked up the meat and dipped it in the soup, and the taste was better than he imagined.

Do not!
He has eaten so many braised prawns in oil, and Li Baihan's braised prawns are a must.

The meal was enjoyable, almost all the dishes on the table were eaten up, everyone's stomachs were bulging after eating, and Li Baihan was much more pleasing to the eye.

After eating, Li Baihan made fruit tea to relieve their boredom. He sat next to Song Weiwei, and Song Chenchen sat on his lap, sipping the fruit tea.

The sweet and sour fruit tea was very much to his liking, and he asked for it after he finished drinking it. Li Baihan pampered him, and was afraid that he would wet the bed at night if he drank too much, so he was only allowed to drink three cups.

Song's mother had just been soft-spoken, but now she couldn't say any harsh words. Seeing that it was getting late, she said, "I've been nagging President Li all night, so let's go back first."

The Song family got up, and Li Baihan also stood up holding Song Chenchen, "It's still early, let's play a little longer."

"Tomorrow is a working day. You have just come back from a long flight, and you have been busy all night. Go to bed early, we will go back, Chenchen, come to grandpa." Father Song beckoned to Song Chenchen.

Song Chenchen reluctantly slid down from Li Baihan's arms. He ran up to Song's father, and was embraced by Song's father, "Let's go."

Li Baihan looked at Song Weiwei, but Song Weiwei didn't see it, and walked towards the gate.

The family walked outside the door, and Song's father saw that Li Baihan wanted to send him off again, so he raised his hand to stop him, "President Li, go back, there is no need to send it off."

Li Baihan had no choice but to stop, watching his family leave the villa, their voices quickly faded away, and finally only the two brothers of the Li family were left looking at each other.

Li Baihan turned around and entered the room, Li Qingcheng followed behind him, looking at his lost figure, he quickly walked a few steps, "Brother, why don't you keep sister-in-law?"

Li Baihan felt heartbroken when he mentioned this, they changed the oil in the American honey, and when she came back, her attitude towards him became cold and clear, worse than a tool person.

He had been busy all night, and now he was so tired that he lost his temper. He raised his chin, "Clean up the kitchen, and I'll go back to my room first."

After Li Qingcheng graduated from medical university, he lived outside. He did all the housework by himself, so he couldn't trouble himself with washing dishes, "Brother, you should go to rest. By the way, where should I sleep tonight?"

"The guest room is cleaned up on the second floor. You can sleep there later." Li Baihan went up a few steps, then stopped suddenly, turned his head to look at Li Qingcheng who was looking at him eagerly, and said, "What's going on with you and Song Yuheng?"

Li Qingcheng felt guilty when he saw him, his eyes flickered, "What's going on?"

Li Baihan looked him up and down, Li Qingcheng couldn't stand his eyes, and said quickly: "I'll wash the dishes first, you go to sleep."

After finishing speaking, he fled.

Li Baihan watched him run away with his tail between his legs, his eyes were deep and complicated, but he didn't think in other directions for a moment, turned around and went upstairs.

*
On the way back, Song Yuanzhuo resentfully said, "Li Baihan really cooked the dishes tonight. He didn't order takeaway, did he?"

Song Yuheng glanced at him, "If you don't believe it, next time you go to the kitchen and watch when he cooks, to see if he cooked it himself or ordered takeaway."

"I've eaten all the takeaways around here, and they're not as good as his." Song's mother was greedy. She used to eat the food made by Aunt Rong, and she kept her mouth in her mouth. With no one to cook, she hired an aunt again, whose culinary skills were unbearable to look at.

She occasionally ordered takeaway, but it turned out that the takeaway was even worse than my aunt's.

Father Song: "...When did you order takeaway? The takeaway is heavy in oil and salt. Eating too much is not good for your health."

Mother Song: "..."

Oops, I accidentally missed the point.

Song Weiwei also looked sideways, Mother Song scratched her head, and forced to change the topic, "Isn't this about Li Baihan's cooking skills, Song Song, you have eaten his cooking, you can judge."

Song Weiwei said lightly, "His normal level, when I participated in the competition in the United States, he prepared a meal in different ways and brought it to me. It tastes right."

"Yuan Zhuo, listen." Song's mother didn't want to bury her son, but they were all spoiled by her. They had never been allowed to enter the kitchen since they were young. If they want to chase someone in the future, they can't even grab the girl's stomach first. arrive.

Song Yuanzhuo shrugged, and said in a very bachelor way: "I don't need to please anyone."

Song's mother hated that iron can't be made into steel, "When you want to please someone, you realize that you can't do anything, then find a corner and cry."

"I'm rich and beautiful, so why do I have to cook to please her?" Song Yuanzhuo was full of machismo, anyway, don't want him to get his fingers dirty.

Mother Song: "..."

Song Yuheng looked at the quiet Song Weiwei, and asked softly, "Song Song, are you tired?"

Song Weiwei looked up and looked at the handsome face of her elder brother Meiyan Shengshi, she shook her head, "Not tired, brother, how are you doing recently?"

"Still the same, now that the carving competition is over, what are you going to do next?"

Song Weiwei looked at the vast night in front of her, and she heard Song Yuanzhuo and Song Mu's gossip. Except for the third brother, their whole family was there. She said, "I don't know."

Song Yuheng glanced at her flat belly, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Is there any news?"

Song Weiwei raised her hand and lightly covered her lower abdomen. In two days, her period would be due. She said, "I don't know, just let it go."

As she spoke, her eyes fell on Song Chenchen who was lying on Song's father's shoulder, "I will take Chenchen to the hospital for a routine checkup in two days, and if she becomes pregnant, she will have to wait another nine months. I..."

"Chenchen's health is better now, since Li Baihan intends to come to Jiangcheng, don't go back to Beicheng, you treat him..."

"I don't know, brother." Song Weiwei interrupted him.

Song Yuheng frowned, and didn't continue to ask any more questions. No matter what other people said about feelings, it's not as good as I figured it out.

He believed that she would figure out what he wanted.

*
The news that Song Weiwei won the championship in the sculpture competition quickly spread back to China, and the news exploded in the sculpture world. No one expected that she would win the championship.

Lin Yu retired from the game and returned to China, feeling very aggrieved. She has been following the game, watching the live broadcast of the game, and sometimes staring at Song Weiwei's live broadcast room for a whole day.

She naturally knew that people who are engaged in artistic creation, whether it is painting or sculpting, need talent. Her talent is not as good as others, and she is going to plot against Song Weiwei to make her fall into the dust like her.

Seeing her endlessly repeating boring carving and polishing in the live broadcast room, she admired and hated her in her heart.

They are both apprentices of Master Mu Yi. She worshiped under Master Mu Yi when she was 12 years old. She plays an important role in the domestic sculpture industry, but she lost to Song Weiwei.

She obviously only studied for less than six years, why did she win the championship, but she could only retire early in despair?
She is not reconciled.

Knowing that Song Weiwei returned to China, even though she was unwilling, she did not want to be alienated from Song Weiwei. When she prepared a generous gift and was going to congratulate her, she received a call from Miao Yiren.

Miao Yiren was very embarrassed when she opened her mouth, "Miss Lin, how does it feel to be stepped on by Song Weiyi? I heard that you retired in the second match? You are really vulnerable."

Lin Yu was so angry that she almost exploded, "I don't know what enmity you have with Song Song, but don't try to provoke discord, I won't be fooled by you."

Miao Yiren smiled very happily over there, "Hahaha, you have to be open-minded and don't have the slightest grudge against her, and I can't provoke discord, but Miss Lin, didn't you try to ruin her in the second match?" work?"

The veins on Lin Yu's forehead were throbbing, "What the hell do you want to do?"

"Of course it's to help you." Miao Yiren said, "This competition has brought your reputation to the bottom. Don't you want to stand back and suppress her?"

Lin Yu gritted her teeth, of course she thought, but she was not as skilled as others, so how did she return to the top, so that Song Weiyi looked at her with admiration?

"Miss Lin, as long as you want, I can help you. You should think about whether you want to cooperate with me."