Sometimes, the frivolity of your sweetheart will become a kind of taste instead. Everyone is not abstinent. There is no need to always pretend to be serious about the person who really likes you at the same time.

As the song sings, your laughter is like a vicious dog, it ruffles my heartstrings.

At first glance, the metaphor of a vicious dog makes people feel a little uncomfortable, but if you think about it carefully, you will feel that there is no more suitable word here than 'evil dog'.

Sunshine and a gentle smile can certainly give people a good impression of being a decent person, but it is for strangers. For the person you like, evil charm and bad smile seem to make people feel more like a deer.

"You laugh so wickedly!"

I don't know when Chen Sisi came to us, whether she listened to all the "together" sisters just now, or only half of them.

But none of this matters, what matters is...

"I'm not smiling at you!" I retorted, and I didn't get used to her.

"Hmph, you should be glad you didn't laugh at me, otherwise my fist as big as a sandbag is not a vegetarian."

Chen Sisi snorted coldly, clenched her small white and tender fist, and shook it in front of me in a threatening tone.

"Sand bag, is it a bean paste bag?"

I sneered a little disdainfully, then made a fist with my right hand and stretched it out next to her little pink fist, so that she could compare, who has the biggest fist, don't always think that your fist is the best in the world.

Chen Sisi was so angry that she blew her beard and stared at my provocative action—if she had a beard, she slammed her fist on the back of my hand in dissatisfaction,

"What if the fist is big, the brain is developed and the limbs are simple!"

She is not as good as me in her fist, and she wants to crush me in terms of IQ. Unfortunately, before I can refute, my sister has already attacked with pride.

"Did you think for the first time that the story my brother made up today was made up by him?"

"I..." Chen Sisi was suddenly speechless by her sister's choking.

When I went up the mountain, I quoted the mythical story based on the scriptures, and Chen Sisi really didn't see it right away. If it wasn't for the girl who learned the tyranny later, she couldn't find any evidence to prove that I was a nonsense.

Of course, this doesn't mean that Chen Sisi's IQ is not as good as mine, it just means that Chen Sisi didn't read the relevant books, or read it, but just didn't remember it.

I dare not say that I have read more books than Chen Sisi, but I can only say that I know a little more than her in the book Zizhi Tongjian.

But... since my sister has successfully defeated Chen Sisi with her mouth, I don't need to fight against my sister and pull Chen Sisi.

This guy is very arrogant on weekdays, let her eat and deflate.

"I've never believed that what he said is true!" Chen Sisi thought for a while, and then dismissed her sister, "I'm just unfamiliar with Zizhi Tongjian, and it has nothing to do with IQ. alright!"

"It doesn't matter, someone with a high IQ..."

"I won't talk to you!" Chen Sisi suddenly interrupted her sister, "You will bring my IQ to the same level as yours, and then use your ignorance to beat me, hum, I am not fooled Well, bye bye!"

After finishing speaking, Chen Sisi waved his hand proudly and ran towards An Xin like a rooster that has won a battle.

"you……"

The most irritating thing is arguing with others, but the object of the quarrel suddenly runs away after giving you a mocking counterattack.

This feeling of being unable to say anything and being angry is the most depressing feeling.

Obviously, my sister was very depressed at this time.

"She, she, she is too much!"

The elder sister pointed at Chen Sisi who was standing beside An Xin and stomped hard.

I held her little hand with a face full of tears and laughter, kept comforting her, and said a lot of good things before I managed to calm her down.

After about half an hour later, my sister ran back to see her steamed sea bass.

And I turned around and lifted the lid of the pot, and suddenly a sweet smell came over the surface.

Half of the soup in the pot has gone down, I gently flipped the lotus root with a spatula, and then poked it with chopsticks, it was cooked!

So, I shoveled the lotus root out of the pot, turned the fire to the maximum, and boiled the soup in the pot.

Because lotus root is rich in starch, even if I choose crisp lotus root, the soup in the pot is still a little thick. Just evaporate the water and make the juice thicker.

After a while, my sister ran back again, and she happily said to me,

"My sea bass is already steamed!"

"I'm almost here too!"

I scooped up the soup and felt the consistency, which seemed to be almost there.

So I turned off the heat, waited for the lotus root to cool, cut it into slices, and poured the soup over it to serve.

I'm nearing the end here, and everyone else is almost done.

Qin Mengmeng covered the pot and turned off the fire, clapping her hands as if she was done.

Sun Jueqian should be making pork ribs rice cakes. Seeing how she clumsily added various seasonings to the pot, she should be almost ready to cook.

"Brother, I seem to smell a smell of alcohol!"

"The taste of cooking wine is normal!"

Having said that, I washed my hands and tested the temperature of the lotus root. I felt that it was almost ready to cut, so I took out a kitchen knife, a chopping board, and a round ceramic plate.

"It's not cooking wine. I used cooking wine when I made fish just now, so I remember the taste of cooking wine."

"Well, I smelled it too!"

Qin Mengmeng, who had turned off the fire, also completely relaxed. She took off the earphones on her ears, then snorted her nose lightly, and smelled it in the kitchen.

"It's from Xiaoxin's side, the smell seems to be... wine!"

Qin Mengmeng's voice is a bit loud, probably because she just listened to the song with headphones on. Now that she has just taken off the headphones, the hearing sensitivity of her ears has not returned to normal, so her voice is also a little louder than normal. point.

This is also why elderly people with poor hearing use shouting when they speak, because they cannot hear themselves, and they are afraid that others will not hear if they speak in a low voice.

Since Chen Sisi was 'forced away' by her sister just now, she has been standing by An Xin's side, and now she heard Qin Mengmeng's voice, she turned around and saw Qin Mengmeng roll her eyes,

"What a fuss, it's normal for the French onion soup made by Xiaoxin to use wine as a seasoning!"

"French food!" Sister and Qin Mengmeng couldn't help but become curious at the same time.

From childhood to adulthood, my sister and I either ate at school, or our mother brought us home to eat. As for eating out, it was very rare, and even less Western food.

My mother is not used to Western food, and my sister and I are not very interested in Western food.

As for Qin Mengmeng? I think this guy probably prefers Japanese food to Western food.