I heard that you are the illegitimate son of Hades?

The moment he got home and opened the door, a smell like something burnt filled the whole villa.

"Song Wuhuan? What are you and Mom doing?"

Song Wuhuan ran out of the kitchen, holding a pot lid in his hand, coughing so hard that he couldn't stop.

He shook his head involuntarily, walked over and patted Song Wuhuan on the back, poured a glass of water and handed it to her.

"Are you two going to blow up the house?"

Song Wuhuan put down the cup and pot cover. "What, mom is going to make a cake today, so I'll bake bread with her."

He was speechless.

Baking bread...would make a house like this?

"Where's Mom?"

"It's still inside."

He had to break into the kitchen where a battle seemed to have just been fought.Mom carefully took out the bread and turned off the oven.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"Look at the bread I baked. I'll take it out first to ventilate the kitchen." After speaking, he walked out of the kitchen with the lump of khaki-colored bread on the dining plate.

He opened the kitchen window and looked down to see that the oven was still unplugged.

"What happened to me?" He reached out and pulled out the plug.

"Come here, Song Wuyang, try it. Your sister said it was unpalatable." Mom cut a bag and put it on a small plate, and handed it to him.

The surface of the bread is khaki and milky yellow, and my mother should have baked it a little longer.

He cut a small piece.

"Good...so salty."

"Salty? Shouldn't it? Did I put salt as sugar? Song Wuhuan asked you to put sugar. You are responsible for the bread." Mom put a large piece of bread left on the plate in front of her into Song Wuhuan's plate.

"Mom, why are you doing this? Did you forget? You gave me the salt, and you didn't even know it was salt, so you still blame me?"

"Okay! I'll make the bread, and the salty bread is for you two."

Mom and Song Wuhuan looked at the two plates of bread in front of them with complicated expressions.

"Okay, I admit it. I'm a kitchen killer." Mom fell on Song Wuhuan's shoulder and stretched her arms around Song Wuhuan's neck. "Huanhuan, fortunately, both of you ordered takeaway before cooking, otherwise you would have been poisoned to death."

Looking at the way his mother and Song Wuhuan got along like ordinary sisters, he couldn't help shaking his head.

Why are his mother and his sister the same type?They all look like they will never grow up.

However, he looked so happy.

"Why do you think of making cakes? Even if you want to eat it, wouldn't it be more convenient to buy it directly? As for the two of you... make your home like this?"

"Silly son, have you forgotten what day it is today?" Mom asked him seriously.

"Give me a hint, it's someone's birthday." Song Wuhuan whispered pretending to be clever.

"Song Wuhuan, yours? No, I remember your birthday is in September? It's only the beginning of June... I remembered, it's Dad's birthday, right?" He actually forgot such an important date.

"It seems that you know that Mom wants to make up for not being with Dad all these years, so she wants to make a birthday cake for Dad to try. But... it may be a bit difficult."

That's it, no wonder these two people don't even go into the kitchen, but today they think about making cakes?It turned out to be the reason.

"Huanhuan, I have thought since I was a child that when I get married, I only cook twice a year. One is his birthday, and the other is his wedding anniversary. But I found out later that cooking may not be suitable for me. After all, I grew up It's big, and there are very few opportunities to enter the kitchen." After the mother finished speaking, she lowered her head and did not raise it.

"If you want to make cakes, just leave it to me. I can do it, I'll do it. As for you two...don't be too idle. To avoid causing me trouble again, you two will help me clean up the kitchen first, I'm going out to buy some cream fruit or something. By the way, how much flour do you have left?"

"There's still a lot of flour, don't worry about it. Brother, buy more strawberries when you come back. The strawberries in this season are very sweet." Song Wuhuan smiled at him.

He went into the room and changed his clothes, went into the kitchen to count the amount of ingredients, and then went out.

The first time Song Wuhuan saw him, he told him.

"Song Wuyang, right? I feel like you look like the killer in "This Killer Is Not So Cold."

"Is it because I look handsome?"

"No, it's because you're very old."

"Give you a chance to say it again."

"Well, it's also very handsome. The main reason is that you look like the kind of... um... there is a saying. 'Kill people outside, and draw your eyebrows at home.' That's how it feels."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile.

To kill people outside, his heart must be very cold and ruthless.Because he watched a life disappear before his eyes.

If you paint your eyebrows at home, then he must be a good lover.

Or it is possible that his tenderness is only limited to the person he likes.

It wasn't long before his father and mother remarried, and he was also cautiously accepting the sudden addition of a younger sister.But this younger sister... is very vicious, very smart, and looks pretty good.It's just that emotional intelligence is not good enough.

Mom and Dad were in high school together.The two had been in love for five years, and they agreed to go to the same university when filling out their volunteers.Although he hadn't seen the two of them when they were in love, he could guess.The two got their certificates as soon as they graduated from university and got married.He was born later, and a younger sister was born in the third year.Song Wuhuan was two years younger than her.

Why did the two of them divorce later?But he didn't know.

Because it's a sad thing.No one wants to hang on to it, and no one brings it up from time to time.

The two were separated for 15 years.

But 15 years later, after going around in a big circle, I returned to the original point and reconciled with the person I wanted to be with at the beginning.

If they had divorced thinking they would still be together 15 years later, they probably wouldn't have divorced.

Those 15 years were Song Wuyang's childhood without the company of his mother, and it was also the youthful years of Song Wuhuan's lack of father's love and care.

When they got married, when they swore their oaths in the church, they probably didn't think that they would leave each other one day later.And this separation is 15 years.

Fortunately, I am still waiting for you, you have not forgotten me.

shall we be together again?

At the end, Song Wuhuan carefully placed a strawberry on the top layer of the cake.

Song Wuyang also cooked several dishes, including lion's head, white-cut chicken, and fish with pickled cabbage.His dishes are simple, but taste really good.

It is enough to see that in the past 15 years, Song Wuyang has indeed taken good care of Jiang Chao.

everything's ready.

Now I'm waiting for my dad to come back and open the door to the surprise.

But he didn't wait for his father to come home, but he got a call from Zhang Zhi.

"Song Wuyang, right? I'll wait for you at the abandoned factory building in the industrial zone. I hope you can come." Zhang Zhi squinted his eyes.

"Why should I come?"

"As a man, if you win, I will withdraw from you and He Yi, and if you lose, give He Yi to me."

? ? ? ?

What the hell?

What is "Quit You and He Yi"?

"What do you mean?"

"Song Wuyang, don't play tricks on me. He Yi and I have already slept, and there is no room for you to intervene. Just come if you are a man, just fight."

Song Wuyang felt as if someone had hit his head with a stick.A phone call from Zhang Zhi brought him too much information that he couldn't bear at the moment.

He and He Yi have already...slept...

What do you mean she...

She is not the kind of frivolous girl, impossible.

impossible!

"Mom, Song Wuhuan. I have something to go out, so don't wait for me tonight." Song Wuyang lowered his head, he didn't want them to see his expression.

"Brother, what's the matter? Did something happen?"

He forced a smile.

"It's okay, just ask a question."

He wrapped himself in a beige windbreaker and walked away. The sky was getting dark, and no one could see the expression on his face clearly.

Passers-by only noticed a good-looking boy walking past with his head down, muttering something.