Song Ci wanted to hit someone a little.

But she also knew that she was definitely not An Jinzhi's opponent. She went back to her room and changed her clothes, then went down the mountain and walked home.

When she arrived at the door, she hesitated a little.

Although what I said to my sister-in-law last time was her true words, now she felt a little embarrassed when she thought about meeting her sister-in-law.

While hesitating, Qiao came out of the kitchen in disgrace. When he looked up, he saw Song Ci standing outside the yard gate.

Qiao was stunned for a moment, and greeted Song Ci with a smile: "I haven't come in yet, I'm still angry with my sister-in-law?"

Song Ci scratched his head: "Don't my sister-in-law be angry when I talked like that day?"

"It's all a family, why do you say such a disgusting thing?" Qiao smiled and rubbed her hands on her body, and came to open the door for her.

Song Erlang stood in the yard at some point and spoke sarcastically: "My sister-in-law is really spoiled by her. She thought she had married some princes, princes, generals and ministers. When she returned to her parents' home, she would ask her sister-in-law to open the door for her. Did she not have any skills?"

"You can shut up if you can't speak, no one treats you as a mute." Song Ci glared at him angrily and walked straight to the kitchen.

Song Erlang took a few steps and stopped her: "What are you going to do?"

"Cooking." Song Ci looked at Song Erlang in confusion, his eyes were not blind. Why did he just ask nonsense?

Song Erlang raised his hand and pulled her arm.

Not pulled.

In Song Erlang's awkward expression, Song Ciyu spoke earnestly.

"My second brother always stops me. Do you want to cook for our family by himself? A gentleman stays away from the kitchen. People like me are afraid they can't tell the difference between salt and sugar? My second brother has time to read more books, so don't always follow the woman's butt. She seems to be unweaned."

Song Ci rolled her eyes, walked over Song Erlang proudly, and successfully entered the kitchen.

Through the window, she saw Song Erlang stunned and felt relieved.

Only Qiao was a little worried and came over carefully and asked, "Are you quarreling with your second brother again?"

"No, I'm urging my second brother to read the book." Song Ci smiled, raised his hand and went to get the fish on the chopping board. "This fish is so fresh. Did the eldest brother catch it early in the morning?"

Qiao shook her head: "It was sent by your man."

As he said that, Qiao pointed to the half-small of pork in a corner of the kitchen: "That was also sent by your man early in the morning. He said that your second brother was back, so where did you get some supplements? A Ci, does your man make a living by hunting?"

"Yes." Song Ci twitched the corner of her mouth. Her family had no food. An Jinzhi could still send half a pig to her parents' home. What about the other half? She had never seen her at home.

When Song Ci thought about this, the knife in his hand chopped on the chopping board as if he was venting his anger.

Qiao was frightened and was about to ask, but she saw Song Ci's hand slashing and split the pork very quickly and threw it into a hot oil pan.

After stir-frying a few times, Song Ci took out the slices of meat.

Only then did Qiao realize that Song Ci's knife skills were unexpected. The slices of meat she cut out were crystal clear and as thin as cicada's wings.

The meat slices after the pot are mouth-watering aromas and are sprinkled with the sauce made by Song Ci, which is particularly tempting.

Even Song Erlang, who had always been stern, came to wonder and stood outside the kitchen and asked awkwardly: "When will the meal start?"

Qiao looked outside: "Why haven't An Jinzhi come yet? A Ci, please put your work first and go and have a look..."

"I'll go." Song Erlang rarely took the initiative, afraid that Song Ci would put down his work.
Chapter completed!