(93) When can you help me carry a sack of rice?

  In the evening, Song's mother made a big table of dishes.

  Song Min smelled the aroma of food and felt a bit hungry, so he picked up his chopsticks and ate with great relish.

  Song Dad took out a bottle of wine and drank with Wen Yan.

  "Have some more." Song's mom peeled shrimp after shrimp for Song Min.

  Song Min hugged the bowl, "Mom, mom, don't peel it, I won't eat it."

  "Hmm." Song Hao put down his bowl and chopsticks, wiped his mouth, "I'm done eating."

  That tone is clearly sour grapes.

  In his home, he was always a free loader after his sister came back, neither his father nor mother loved him.

  Song Min turned around to take a glance at Song Hao's resentful back, thinking of putting down the bowl and following him to his room. Before he could even stand up, he was swiftly pressed down by his mother, "Where are you going? You haven't finished your meal."

  "I..." Song Min suddenly felt that the food in her mouth was hard to swallow, after eating for so long, she was really full...

  "Come on, have a drink." Song Dad poured another glass of wine and clinked glasses with Wen Yan.

  Song Min furrowed his brow and said discontentedly while biting on a chopstick: "You've all had enough, stop drinking."

  "Are you starting to feel sorry now?" Song Dad glared, his eyes almost spewing fire.

  Wen Yan silently massaged his temples, which had started to throb with a dull ache. Just as his future father-in-law's expression had finally softened towards him, his little ancestor didn't want to come and join in the commotion...

  "What I'm worried about is how are you? You're already at that age, but still think of yourself as a young man in your teens or twenties. Can't you drink less?" Song Min curled up his nose in disgust, "You don't even take care of your own body."

  "This is all the fun I have in life, and you won't even let me indulge myself?" With his daughter's concern, Song Dad smiled with joy and poured another glass for himself and Wen Yan.

  "Drinking in moderation is still beneficial for one's health."

  The future son-in-law's words obviously touched Song Dad's heart, and he proudly nodded his head at Song Min, "Hey, even the doctor says so."

  Dad Song had an expression of "You see, you can't do anything about me."

  Song Min silently lowered his head and poked at the rice in his bowl, thinking to himself "I just like how you annoy me but can't get rid of me", what a childish thought...

  And she has never seen Wen Yan's drinking capacity before. What if she gets drunk by her father, the wine jar...

  "Go ahead, drink in moderation." Song's mother was very disdainful and threw a few peeled shrimp into Song Min's bowl. She wiped her hands and followed up with a comment to Wen Yan: "Your uncle is already addicted to drinking, no wine no joy, drunk every day."

  Song's father had a slightly stiff expression on his face, he forced a smile and said, "The kids are all here, can't you give me some face?"

  Song's mom rolled her eyes and turned her head to one side, not wanting to say another word to Song's dad.

  These two must have quarreled again... Song Min made a judgment in her heart, no wonder when her mother was busy in the kitchen today, her father didn't go up to help, if it were before, the two people would definitely be affectionate in the kitchen.

  "Finish this bowl of rice." Song Mama added a lot more dishes for Song Min, piling them up high, her tone not allowing refusal.

  Song Min had a big head and two large ones, using the hand holding chopsticks to support his forehead, closing his eyes tightly, as if using his mind to help himself digest.

  Wen Yan looked at Song Min's painful expression, feeling a bit amused and also very heartbroken. However, with his future father-in-law and mother-in-law present, he didn't dare to make light of the situation, so he just quietly glanced at Song Min.

  Song Min ate slowly and took breaks, eating a bowl of rice for over an hour. When she finally put the last grain of rice into her mouth, Song's mother took away the bowl and complained: "Can't you be a bit more useful? Eating is so tiring for you, when can I expect you to carry a big bag of rice up for me?"

  Song Min spoke in a warm tone, one hand supporting her forehead, and silently let out a sigh. In Song Min's third year of high school, when she was the heaviest, she saw a girl carrying a big bag of rice quickly rushing into the building with her mother following behind her empty-handed. At that time, Song Min's mother was very excited to pull her over to take a look and sighed "When can you carry a bag of rice up the stairs for me?"

  Song Min stared at her mom as if she had seen a ghost, that girl's figure was absolutely twice as fat as Song Min...

  Song Minsheng shook his head in despair and looked at Song Papa with great sorrow.

  "I'm reluctant to let my daughter carry the rice up, after all, is she really our own?" Song Dad muttered towards the kitchen, clearly not daring to disobey his wife.

  "What did you say?" Song's mother came out with a sponge full of foam, staring at Song's father. Song's mother's eyes were originally big, and when she got angry, her two eyes stared like copper bells.

  "I'm saying that daughters can't carry this, isn't there a son-in-law?" Song Dad immediately became flustered and gave Song Mom a flattering smile.

  Song Min said he was abused and pulled Wen Yan out, "Dad and mom, I'm really full, go for a walk, you guys cheer up."

  "Achoo! Achoo! Achoo......"

  As soon as he stepped out of the unit door, a cool breeze hit him in the face, and Song Min suddenly let out several loud sneezes.

  "Isn't it cold?" Wen Yan glanced at Song Min and was about to take off his own clothes.

  Song Min pressed down on his hand and shook his head, "It's not cold, it's just that the air is a bit chilly right now."

  Wen Yan's eyes shone amazingly as he stared at Song Min.

  Song Min subconsciously held Wen Yan's face, his skin slightly burning under his hands. "Are you drunk?"

  "How can your drinking capacity be that bad?" Wen Yan chuckled and scratched Song Min's nose, covering Song Min's hands holding his face, "Your hand is so cool, just right for cooling me down."

  People occasionally come in and out of the unit door.

  Song Min's face slowly turned red, she withdrew her hand and said with a twisted expression: "Hmmm...there are a lot of people, don't be too excessive..."

  Song Min did not dare to raise his head and look at Wen Yan, he finished speaking with his head down, the temperature on his face getting higher and higher.

  "What's wrong?" Wen Yan chuckled and took Song Min's hand, "Come on, let's find a small grove to go."

  Song Min: "......"

  "I'm really stuffed..." Walking in the neighborhood, Song Min pitifully complained to Wen Yan, she was forced to eat two big bowls of rice, now her stomach is still bulging and won't digest for a while.

  "That's still too much." Wen Yan pinched Song Min's hand tightly.

  Song Min scowled, "Aren't you afraid, Mom? Women going through menopause are really too scary."

  He smiled and chuckled twice, really unexpected. He's fearless of heaven and earth, yet he's afraid of someone with a little bit of power, what a wonder, what a wonder.

  "What are you laughing at?" Song Min pinched Wen Yan's waist, but didn't pinch any flesh. He thought to himself that as a doctor, Wen Yan had such a great figure? Although he knew she was slim, the image in his mind was of a different kind. Song Min blurted out, "You don't have eight-pack abs, do you?"

  The smile on his face stagnated, and his eyes turned to Song Min, looking at him for a while before opening his mouth in a low tone: "There are only six pieces."

  Song Min let out a sigh of relief, fortunately it wasn't eight packs, she didn't like muscular men!

  "But if you like, I can work up to eight packs."

  "No, no, no." Song Min hastily shook his head, "Six pieces are just right, six pieces are just right, I like six pieces the most!"

  "Oh?" Wen Yan softly said "oh" in a low voice, his tone was like a gentle overflow from his throat, so pleasant that Song Min wanted to dive into his arms.

  Song Min took a deep breath, forced a smile on his face, and then shook Wen Yan's arm while acting cute, "Wen Yan, I'm really full."

  He let out a soft sigh and put his arm around Song Min's shoulder. "Go to the pharmacy and buy some digestive enzymes."

  Song Min: "......"

  It's a bit embarrassing... At my age... I went to the pharmacy to buy digestive enzymes because I ate too much... It's really, too embarrassing...

  Song Min refused to enter the pharmacy and waited outside for Wen Yan to buy digestive enzymes.

  "Alas, ancestors." Wen Yan handed the thing over to Song Min.

  Song Min hung a sweet smile, opened the packaging box, picked out two grains and threw them into his mouth, "crunch crunch" eating them like beans.

  Is this often eaten?

  Wen Yan's expression was subtle, Song Min only focused on eating digestive enzymes and didn't notice Wen Yan's expression. If she saw it, she would definitely think that Wen Yan was looking down on her.

  Song Min ate and then went to pick his nose again.

  Wen Yan had already finished reading the instructions and blocked her way, only giving her one pill before putting the rest of the digestive enzyme tablets into his own pocket.

  Song Min's eyes followed the digestive enzyme tablets as if they were something delicious.

  "Three pieces are enough, how much more do you want to eat? Are you eating sugar beans?" Wen Yan cried and laughed helplessly.

  "It's actually...the stomach medicine tablets are quite tasty, sour and sweet." Song Min finally managed to squeeze out this sentence.

  Wēn yán niē zhù Sòng Miǎn de xià bā, fēi kuài de zài tā chún shàng diǎo le yī xià, huǎn huǎn dào: "ng, nǐ yě tǐng hǎo chī de, shì tián de."

  The warm breath, with a hint of wine, wafted onto Song Min's face, causing him to blush instantly. He was stunned for a few seconds before starting to chew the digestive tablets in his mouth.

  After being soaked in saliva for a while, the sour and sweet taste became more pronounced.

  "It's really delicious, you can try some." Song Min swallowed what was in his mouth and looked at Wen Yan with a serious face.

  He couldn't help but laugh at the thought, and looked at Song Min with a mixture of exasperation and amusement. He was thinking to himself that from now on, he absolutely cannot keep any digestive enzymes at home, or else Song Min might just devour them all...

  "What's with that look?" Song Min felt the disdain in Wen Yan's eyes, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth slightly pursed.

  "I like your eyes." Wen Yan held Song Min's face, his lips covering hers, blocking out Song Min's chatter and discontent.

  I really like you, so I like everything about you.

  But except for taking medicine as candy.

  It's already very late when I got home.

  Song Papa and Song Mama haven't slept yet, watching TV in the living room.

  "Dad and Mom, why are you still not asleep?" Song Min forced a greeting with his parents, preparing to slip into his own room.

  "Song Min, come here." Song's mom called out to Song Min to sit on the sofa.

  Although Dad Song and Mom Song love Song Min so much, they always call out his name, and it's the same with Song Hao, treating them equally.

  "What's going on?"

  Song Min saw his parents' serious faces and felt a little uneasy in his heart.

  "You didn't take the postgraduate entrance exam, so your mom and I have discussed it and decided to send you abroad." Song Dad's tone was gentle, as if he were discussing with Song Min, but in fact, he had already made up his mind.

  Song Min was very clear about Song Dad's style, and his temper flared up suddenly, "I'm not going abroad."