Chapter 27, April 1

About calling daddy in public.

For Anting, it is actually a very small thing and does not have such a big psychological burden.

As a reborn person, he once experienced a period of time when he used the keyboard to protect his parents, and also wanted to be the father of his friends. My roommate brought food and called me foster father.

Anyway, just shouting like this, you are very thick-skinned, it doesn’t matter.

Of course...if he calls her mother, Anting probably won't be able to say it out loud. After all, his mother is no longer here, so he can't be so unscrupulous. This is the same thing that Song Ci thought of. He is a very gentle person.

Gao Fei is also a man with a face as thick as steel. When he saw Anting shouting, he hurriedly followed.

"Song Ci's father...!"

As long as I am shameless, others will be shamed.

Ever since.

The scene of "The apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait can't stop crying" appeared in Class 1 of the third grade of junior high school, which made people laugh and cry. Every one of the students couldn't hold it in anymore. These two guys are so shameless.

Even a playful person like Bao Weiwei took a breath of cold air, "You two... go against the sky..."

After such an operation, Song Ci was defeated, and while blushing, she asked the two of them not to shout, while signing silently.

“Stop shouting, stop shouting, can’t I sign it?”

Song Ci helped Anting sign, and the psychological burden was not big. In a sense, Song Ci helped Anting sign. , she is Anting's elder, and she is the elder sister - stepsister.

The eldest sister is the mother.

In addition, when Song Ci signed Anting’s autograph, her mood was very strange. She should have been angry with the boy, but she couldn’t help but snicker...

With In the days when teenagers get along, the joys, sorrows and joys will be particularly clear.

Sometimes I am coaxed to laugh, sometimes I am so angry that I am angry. Life is like a series of small light bulbs decorated on the Christmas tree, sometimes on and sometimes off, forming a flashing daily routine.

I can’t understand.

It’s okay to hate Anting anyway

……

As the rainy season dissipates.

Since April, it has been sunny every day.

This means that there will be physical training every afternoon, symbolizing the fire of youth that is getting stronger and stronger.

That girl named Wen Chuli, who is in the second grade of junior high school, seems to be obsessed with Anting recently. She appears in track and field every afternoon.On the field, he specially brought water to the young man.

Wen Chuli is a very popular girl in the second grade of junior high school. Let’s not talk about her appearance and figure. What is unique about her is that she is between bad students and good students. She studies well but also loves to play. Like to hang out with bad guys, just like some girls like bad boys, some boys don't like bad girls.

"Damn it! That's Wen Chuli..."

"So cute..."

"Hey, why do you like people like Anting?"

An Ting doesn’t like Wen Chuli.

The reason is very simple. Would a 29-year-old soul from the future really like non-mainstream girls with slanted bangs, medium-short straight hair, and narrow pants?

Please!

It’s not aesthetic at all.

Although he didn’t like it, Anting didn’t resist the girl’s gesture of giving water, and basically accepted it.

The main reason is that there is no need to refuse. I am single anyway, and I don’t even have anyone I like. It is not a heinous thing to ask a girl who is also single to deliver water.

Anyway, I still have two months left to graduate from high school and run away.

If Wen Chuli really confesses her love then, then she will refuse it.

As a mature person, learning to say no is a required course.

　In the following days.

It gradually returned to calm, and the excitement of rebirth gradually dissipated.

Studying at school during the day, doing sports training after school in the afternoon, studying at night until the end, studying at home on Saturdays, and playing for half a day on weekends, this is the daily life of a teenager.

It’s just.

Occasionally, young people will still feel a little confused about rebirth, or have a little doubt about the so-called past life.

Human cognition is indeed repetitive.

Rebirth or something like that, when I look back now, even I don’t believe it.

However, he was sure that he was reborn, not just as simple as rebirth, but even jumping to the past in other timelines.

It rains heavily during Qingming Festival.

This line of poetry is not very applicable this year.

In April, the weather is mainly sunny, and there is already a hint of summer. Even the wind is hot, and you can already take a cold shower.

Junior high school is not high school, and the pressure to study is not that great. Even in the third year of junior high school, there is still a three-day holiday for Qingming Festival.

Father An was going to pay homage to his late wife, and Aunt Song was going to pay homage to her late husband. Maybe they thought the scene was a bit strange, but they didn’t let the two children go with them. They would go again during the Double Ninth Festival, and let the adults handle it during the Qingming Festival.

Ever since.

After this day’s holiday, it was rare that only Anting and Song Ci were left at home.

Oh... don’t forget, there is also a Samoyed.

Throughout the morning, the two of them studied in their respective rooms until noon. Anting felt hungry, so he knocked on Song Ci’s door and said, “Hey, Song Ci, What do you want to eat for lunch?"

The door opened, and Song Ci's air bangs were pinned up with a hairpin, exposing her smooth forehead to facilitate heat dissipation. She said expressionlessly: "Are you cooking? "

"Well... there are still ingredients in the refrigerator, enough for the two of us."

"That's alright, you cook and I wash the dishes!"
< br />Song Ci is an independent and self-reliant woman. She does not like to be favored unilaterally. She divides labor and cooperates. You cook and I wash the dishes. This is the most acceptable way for her.

An Ting thought it was nothing, shrugged and said: "Well, let you try my cooking skills!"

"Let's give it a try, if you If it doesn't work, just replace it next time~" Song Ci was equally confident in her cooking skills.

　“Little sister, we’ll see!”

　However.

An Ting said that the little sister stepped on the thunder again. Song Ci finally put down her sister's business, but now she thought about it again. She glared and closed the door directly.

An Ting looked at the closed door, speechless: "."

I didn’t expect Song Ci to hate herself so much. Getting along with family members is indeed a very deep skill. Knowledge, even if I am reborn, I still don’t understand it well.

Later.

An Ting came to the kitchen alone and got busy.

As a man who has lived alone, although his cooking skills are not as good as those of a chef like his father, they are average among housewives.

Simply make steamed chicken with red dates and stewed eggplant with fish flavor.

"Song Ci, dinner is ready!"

Song Ci is not the kind of person who procrastinates. He will go out when others call him.

Wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt, trousers and socks and slippers, she looked very at home. As she walked over, she looked at the dishes on the table and took a slight sniff.

Although I don’t want to admit it, this fragrance is amazing.

This guy... seems to be better at cooking than megood.

But... this is not right. A bastard like him actually has such skills.

Thinking about it carefully, Song Ci felt that it was very reasonable. After all, An’s father used to cook a lot of rice, but now he is a caterer. As his son, it is not impossible for him to be good at cooking.

Song Ci sat down and ate in silence. After taking the first bite of chicken, her eyes lit up.

It’s delicious!

An Ting noticed Song Ci with shining eyes, raised his eyebrows, and said with a strange look: "It smells so good~"

Looking at Anting, he looked like he didn't deserve a beating. , Song Ci bit her chopsticks and glared at the boy sideways.

“Hmph~”

“Speaking of which... Aunt Song told me that you are very good at cooking. What kind of dishes do you usually cook?” This is not applicable to ordinary families. We should chat at the dinner table, Anting said casually.

“Steamed sea bass, steamed chicken, steamed...”

“Wait, why are they all steamed?”

Song Ci blushed, Said: "Because steaming is very convenient..."

Since Aunt Song is very busy at work, Song Ci often cooks at home.

Having said that, in order to save time, she often uses a purple clay pot to cook soup at regular intervals, and then steams a dish in the steaming rack of the rice cooker.

The technical content is very low, but it saves time and effort.

An Ting laughed and joked: "Are you a halal person?"

"I am not a cultivator..."

The next second, Anting handed her a chicken leg and said, "Eat more, you're too thin."

Looking at the chicken leg in the bowl, which was picked up by the boy's chopsticks, he hesitated again and again. Song Ci picked it up anyway, took a bite, as if it was the meat from the boy's body, and muttered: "I'm not too thin anymore..."

　"Thin!"

　" What are your standards?" Song Ci asked suspiciously.

An Ting squinted his eyes and replied seriously: "Bao Weiwei..."

"Ahem, cough, cough..."

Song, who was originally cooking Porcelain, suddenly coughing, and a little bit dumbfounded, Bao Weiweina is just like her name, with a bun face, baby fat, and a typical fat figure.

An Ting chased after him: "Oh... you're dead! I'll tell Bao Weiwei later - you said Song Ci thought she was fat..."

The girl was speechless.

In her mind, Bao Weiwei is indeed a small child.Although the fat girl is my good sister, in her own body concept, this is the case.

"Don't say it! If you say it, I will... I will..."

"What will you do?"

"I will I'll attack you while you're sleeping! We live together anyway." As soon as he finished speaking, Song Ci realized that he had said something strange. He attacked you in the middle of the night. Why did he feel that something was wrong?

Anting joked: "Sneak attack in the middle of the night? It's almost free..."

"Free?"

Song Ci was startled at first. Then he reacted, and a strange picture appeared in his mind.

With a swishing sound, his face turned red.

An Ting held his chin with one hand and stared at the girl opposite with a smile. As expected, he really liked teasing this unsmiling girl. Whether it was to make her break her guard or make her unable to hold back, her heart was filled with excitement. Very pleasant.

It’s just.

The next second, the young man seemed to have thought of something and muttered: "Are you planning to leave my house after the high school entrance examination?"