Chapter 5 Poison Chicken Soup
After the meal, Xu Yi, with a big belly, took out many bags and put all the luxury bags and clothes of the female counterpart into them.
It looked like a lot, but it was even more to clean up. Xu Yi was so tired that she was sweating profusely, and she was busy running around with her big, shaky belly.
Song Yanming was still busy working, the sound of typing on the keyboard continued. The two of them were busy with their own things and did not disturb each other.
After a while, Xu Yi pulled the first batch of packed bags out of the bedroom.
The bag was too heavy for her to drag and she almost stumbled and fell to the ground.
Just as she slipped and fell back, a big hand from behind held her waist...
"Slower."
Xu Yi turned around, met his handsome features, and couldn't help blushing.
Before she could say anything, Song Yanming swept around the room and helped him clean up.
"You rest, I'll come."
Xu Yi sat down on the sofa and poured himself a glass of water.
The man has taken the initiative in doing this kind of thing, so why doesn't she take a break?
Although Song Yanming was a young master who had never done housework, he seemed to have a talent in this area and could master it quickly.
Seeing how diligent he was, Xu Yi felt very gratified. A big boss is a big boss, and there is a promising future if you follow him.
After Xu Yi drank half a glass of water, the baby in her belly started rolling around again. For the first time, she felt the magic of having a life in her belly.
He was moving inside, jumping around as if he was doing aerobics.
Xu Yi stood up and prepared to go in and clean up with Song Yanming, and immediately saw the contents of his computer.
Just looking at the text was enough to make him unable to understand it, and there were also messy codes combined together. The more he looked, the more complicated and unfamiliar it became.
After packing up, it was almost noon. Song Yanming personally threw the things into the trunk one by one, filling up the trunk and even the back seat.
On the way to the suburbs, Xu Yi looked around the extremely expensive Jiangcheng in the novel. Endless buildings rose from the ground, and a gentle river ran across the center of the city, dividing the entire city into the south and north of the river.
In a three-bedroom apartment in the suburbs, Jiang Qing and Song Wenbin were cleaning the house.
After struggling for half a month, I finally gave up.
The Song couple, who had always lived a luxurious life, accepted the reality of bankruptcy and began to find joy in misery.
Song Wenbin found a job and was looked down upon every day. "Isn't this Chairman Song? Chairman Song is here?"
"Chairman Song, would you like a cup of tea?"
Song Wenbin now works at the supplier who had previously begged him for cooperation but whom he ignored. The other party is trying every way to make things difficult for him.
But Song Wenbin was flexible and understood the principle that a tiger in dire straits would be bullied by a dog. He just treated the other party as a dog and smiled and worked hard.
Jiang Qing was not idle either. In addition to preparing meals at home, she helped take care of the children of the neighbors whenever she had time, earning a meager income on an hourly basis to supplement the family income.
Song Yuqian has grown up and become sensible. It is easy for a girl studying design to find a job, but she has also been implicated in many things and lives on thin ice.
Today, they learned that Xu Yi was going to come back with Song Yanming. The whole family cleaned the house, waiting for Xu Yi to accept the current Song family, give birth to a child, and live a good life.
"Mom, is the soup in your pot burnt?"
"Have it?"
"Look, I smell something burnt."
Jiang Qing threw away the rag in his hand and went into the house, opening the lid of the pot. "It's not burnt, how could it be burnt? I went to the vegetable market next door to buy a free-range chicken this morning."
Jiang Qing closed the lid. Seeing her frantic behavior, Song Wenbin laughed and coughed, "This chicken died unjustly."
"what?"
"nothing."
Song Wenbin got up and continued to work, changing the water in the vase, and Song Yuqian sat down on the sofa.
"Mom, is she real or fake? Would she deliberately agree to it and then make trouble when the time comes?"
Jiang Qing didn't know whether it was true or not, but she was quite moved when she heard it on the phone.
"Don't think so badly of people. What if they become good?"
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ding dong ding dong...
Jiang Qing hurried to open the door, and saw a large bag. "Wenbin, Yuqian, come and help!"
The family worked together to move their things into the house. They vacated the master bedroom of the three-bedroom apartment for Xu Yi and Song Yanming to live in. Now the master bedroom was filled with miscellaneous items.
We all know that Xu Yi loves to buy things, but seeing it with my own eyes is still a bit shocking.
"This, this is too much."
Song Yuqian couldn't help but widen her eyes, "Xu Yi, you are not using our family's money..."
Jiang Qing hit her and quickly gave her a look, and Song Yuqian swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth.
Xu Yi was also a little embarrassed, "Mom, Yuqian, take a look and see if there is anything you like, then keep it. These things are not cheap, they were bought with Yanming's money."
"I plan to sell the rest to supplement the family income. No matter how much this house is worth, we can buy it. This way, we won't be chased away by the landlord."
Xu Yi took the initiative and said, "Keep what you like, keep a few."
"No need."
Jiang Qing's eyes were moist, and he smiled and held her hand, "It's good that you have this heart. We are not suitable to use these things now. If we use them, we will be laughed at."
When you are in a high position, all the fake things you use are real, but now you have ended up like this, living in the suburbs, survival has become a problem, and continuing to show off these eye-catching brand names everywhere is just deceiving yourself.
"Sit down, I'll get you a bowl of chicken soup."
Xu Yi couldn't even find a place to sit in the bedroom, but Song Yanming suddenly came in and closed the door.
"If you like these things, keep them. I will never be reduced to having my woman sell things to support me."
Xu Yi was stunned. "I don't like it anymore. That's why I want to sell it."
"You used to like it best."
In the past, the biggest hobby of female supporting roles was consumption. No matter which big brand had a new style, rare color, or unpopular color, as long as she liked it, she would buy it without considering the cost-effectiveness.
She can choose not to carry it, wear it or put it on, but she must have it. When she sees these luxury items, she feels full of strength.
"What I liked before is different from what I like now. There are too many things piled here and they have become garbage. It's better to sell them."
"The chicken soup is here, Xu Yi, come and have some!"
"Come on mom."
Xu Yi passed by Song Yanming and felt the man's decadence. She comforted him, "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west. It's just a temporary low point. You will get through it soon. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Just do your best."
"Xu Yi, drink more chicken soup, drink more."
Xu Yi brought it over, took a sip, and nearly snored to death. She frowned and almost cried.
Why is chicken soup salty and sour? How much salt and vinegar are used?
"What's wrong Xu Yi, is it delicious?"
Xu Yi took a deep look at Jiang Qing. Jiang Qing relied on the nanny to help her cook, and the food was as unpalatable as it could be.
"Eat chicken legs. There are two of us now. There's no need to deliberately lose weight."
Xu Yi could eat normal food, but this was really disgusting.
Song Yanming came out of the bedroom, took the chicken soup from her hand and took a sip, "Mom, it's too salty and too sour. Put less salt and don't put vinegar next time."
As he spoke, Song Yanming poured out all the chicken soup, added a little water and simmered it again.