1959: Carrying the achievement system, she rolled

Just when Wan Ping still had a hundred thousand questions to ask Cai Mingke, Director Song and Qin Chulong came back.

It turned out that Qin Chulong went directly to Qiao's house after get off work. It was not known whether it was because Mr. Qiao was too embarrassed to face Wen Yan, or for other reasons, but he refused to come for dinner no matter what.

While eating, Wan Ping's eyes would occasionally secretly fall on Cai Mingke. When their eyes met, he would quickly look away as if he had seen a ghost.

Anyone present here who is not blind can see through his little thoughts.

At this time, Wan Ping completely forgot that he once mocked Yu Lang for being a grown man without reserve.

"Comrade Cai, please eat more dishes. These dishes are made by Aunt Song. Aunt Song's cooking skills are very good, but..." When he said this, Wan Ping felt a pain in his calf.

He looked up at Du Yimeng who was sitting opposite him with a confused look on his face. Why did he kick him?

He was very sure that it was Du Yimeng who did it, because she had kicked him three times in a row and he was very familiar with her kicking skills.

Everyone followed Wan Ping's gaze and looked at Du Yimeng. That kick just now was quite heavy, they all heard the sound.

Cai Mingke blinked his big eyes, followed everyone's gaze, and looked at Du Yimeng blankly.

"Comrade Wan meant: once you have tasted it, you will never forget it." Du Yimeng explained to everyone with a smile.

If it were any other day, no matter how he offended others, she wouldn't care whether he lived or died!

Doesn't this reveal his cunning mind?

She couldn't just let him die with his mouth without taking any action, so she had to work harder for this.

The confusion on Wan Ping's face became even more pronounced. What he wanted to say was: It's only slightly worse than the chef's cooking skills.

He used to think that the big pot meals were not very good, but after eating the small pot meals cooked by Xiao Jin’s chef a few times, the taste left him with an unforgettable aftertaste.

Cai Mingke nodded in agreement. Aunt Song’s cooking skills were indeed excellent. In short, it tasted better than her mother’s.

There was a moment of silence in the air as the topic fell to the ground.

Director Song and his wife can’t brag about themselves!

Qin Chulong is not the one who can support the main role, plus Wan Ping is a fool, and Captain Hao is the one who only knows how to eat from beginning to end.

To be honest, if Du Yimeng wasn't afraid of embarrassing herself, she would really want to lie down.

"I miss the delicious food Aunt Song makes every day, and I miss it so much that the fat on my face has gone away." Du Yimeng said with a smile again.

Cai Mingke nodded again. She would miss him in the future, but she would not be like Du Yimeng, who missed him so much that the fat on her face disappeared. The more she thought about him, the more she would eat.

"The flesh on your face is obviously..." Wan Ping was halfway through his words when he was kicked in the calf again.

Wan Ping: Why do you always kick him?

"Comrade Wan wants to say: The flesh on my face was obviously grown by Aunt Song." Du Yimeng explained with a smile.

Wan Ping: ...

What he meant was: The fat on her face was lost from working overtime every day.

In fact, he wanted to say that he might be worried about the baby in his belly, but of course, he couldn't say that.

Anyway, no matter what the reason is, it is definitely not because I miss Aunt Song’s cooking skills.

Director Song lowered his head and shook his shoulders. He felt that Xiao Du must have been worried to death during this meal.

Captain Hao tightened his grip on his chopsticks to suppress his laughter. He felt that sometimes being too smart wasn't a good thing; for example, it would make her very tired.

But Qin Chulong took a bite of the dish silently. He felt that Mrs. Song’s cooking skills were indeed very good!

"Everyone, eat more!" Mrs. Song looked at Du Yimeng with a loving face. Why is this child's mouth so sweet!

"Comrade Cai, you should eat more. You are too thin. You should eat more to make up for it. When you gain weight, you will..." Before Wan Ping finished speaking, his calf was kicked again. His whole body was numb. It was purple, right?

He remembered it clearly. He kicked him three times, each kick harder than the last.

"Comrade Cai, please eat more. Comrade Wan wants to say: People are healthier when they are fatter." Du Yimeng always kept the most perfect smile on her face. She felt that the muscles on her face were almost stiff.

This guy can't talk. Can he just shut up and eat his meal properly?

Cai Mingke nodded, as the elders in her family had also told her the same thing.

"No, I mean..." Wan Ping was about to explain himself, but as expected, he was kicked in the calf again.

"Comrade Wan wants to say: Being fatter is a blessing, just like Aunt Song." Du Yimeng said. She was almost numb. Could this guy just shut up? If he continued to be so ignorant of his own life, she would ignore him.

Cai Mingke looked at Du Yimeng with sparkling eyes. Why did everything she said sound the same as what her family said?

Wan Ping: Has he forgotten what he wanted to say?

"Like Aunt Song, it's a bit..." Wan Ping quickly retracted his legs while speaking. He would not let her succeed again after three times.

Then he felt a gust of wind blowing past his legs, and Captain Hao beside him raised his head silently.

Also, he wanted to say: Aunt Song is a little too fat. Although being fat is a blessing, being too fat is not good either.

Why can't he just speak properly?

"Comrade Wan wants to say: Aunt Song is a little thin. If she could be a little more plump, she would be more blessed." When Du Yimeng said the last word, there was murderous intent in his eyes when he looked at Wan Ping.

Cai Mingke looked at Aunt Song as Du Yimeng said. Being a little fatter would be a blessing, but being too fat would not look good.

"Hahaha..." Director Song turned around and laughed out loud. Sorry, he really couldn't help it.

Laughter is contagious. Except for Wan Ping and Du Yimeng, everyone else couldn't help laughing when they saw this. For a moment, the living room was filled with laughter.

Wan Ping opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

He looked at Du Yimeng opposite him. He always felt that there was something wrong with the way she looked at him, as if she was going to pounce on him and bite him to death in the next second.

"Oh, everyone, hurry up and eat, the dishes are getting cold." Mrs. Song hurried out to smooth things over, but she was laughing so hard that tears came out.

Afterwards, no one knew whether Wan Ping was scared by Du Yimeng's kick or was afraid of her murderous gaze, but he became less talkative.

……

"Why do you always kick me? My legs are all purple!" Not long after leaving Qin's house after dinner, Wan Ping couldn't bear it anymore and started to question.

Captain Hao not only stopped, but also took two steps back. He was worried that he would be covered in blood.

"You idiot, you still don't know why I kicked you? If you can't speak, just shut your mouth. If I wasn't worried that Comrade Cai would see that you are an idiot, I wouldn't bother to care about your life or death." Du Yimeng gritted his teeth and roared at Wan Ping in a low voice.