Chu Liuxiang, Su Rongrong, Li Hongxiu, Meng Tianer, and Nangong Ling were playing together.
Nangong Ling: Sister Rongrong, look at my newly embroidered handkerchief.
Su Rongrong took over, "Ling'er's embroidery skills have improved~!"
Ling walked over with surprise on his face, "Really?"
Hongxiu and Tian'er heard it and gathered around.
"Really, you see your stitches are much neater..."
"Really, sister Rongrong, I'll give you this handkerchief, how about you embroider another one for me?" Ling pulled Rongrong to act coquettishly.
"Okay, how about I embroider a pair of butterflies for you?" Rongrong said with a smile.
"Okay, okay, Sister Rongrong's hands are so skillful in embroidering, I like everything she embroiders."
Chu Liuxiang also leaned over and glanced at the handkerchief, "Is there really any progress?"
Ling secretly rolled his eyes and ignored him, "Sister Rongrong, how about we sleep together later?"
"Why do you want to sleep with me?"
"Because" Ling smiled mischievously, "because sister Rongrong feels like a mother."
Ling's eyes turned red as he said this, "Sister Rongrong, don't you think I'm too clingy?"
"Ling'er, it's okay." Sister Rongrong, "You can sleep with me anytime you want."
"Ling'er, be good, we are all here."
Chu Liuxiang was ignored.
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It was still the same few people eating together.
"Sister Tianer, the honey ham you made is delicious." Ling looked like his tongue was about to be swallowed, like a satisfied kitten.
"Really, I told you that Ling'er will definitely like it."
"Yeah, I like it very much. I like the food cooked by Sister Tian'er the most. No matter where I eat it, I feel like I'm at home. I'm so happy."
"What about us?" Rongrong wanted to tease Ling'er.
"Yes, what about us? Ling'er doesn't like Sister Hongxiu?"
Originally, he wanted to see Ling in embarrassment, but Ling put down his chopsticks and looked serious, "We are a family. No matter who among you is missing, this family will not be complete. I like you all as a family."
"Ling'er" the three of them were very moved.
"What about me?" Chu Liuxiang asked from the side.
Ling looked at him and said, "Well, handsome can't do it without Chu Xiang." (Chu Liuxiang: Ling'er sounds so alienated)
"Ling, don't pay attention to him. People who have been away from home for half a year have no right to ask such questions. Come and try this dish."
"Ah, Sister Tian'er is nice to me, but" Ling said with a straight face again, "Don't always get up early to prepare a dish. Sister Tian'er works too hard and I will feel sad too."
"Ling'er" Tian'er smiled happily.
"Hehe" "You"
Chu Liuxiang on the side was completely ignored.
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On the deck, Hong Xiu was reporting the accounts to Chu Liuxiang. A large number of numbers made Chu Liuxiang's brain almost explode. Hong Xiu's talk revolves around the issue of Chu Liuxiang losing money this month.
"Sister Hongxiu" Ling appeared at this time and successfully diverted Hongxiu's attention.
"Look, this is the ledger of our soap shop. We made another hundred thousand taels this month."
"Really, Ling'er is awesome?" Hongxiu smiled and her eyes narrowed.
"Actually, I don't care how much I make, but as long as I can make Sister Hongxiu worry less and live a better life." Ling smiled brilliantly.
"Ling'er..." Hongxiu looked touched.
. . . . . . . . Chu Liuxiang continues to be ignored
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Finally, only Chu Liuxiang and Nangong Ling were left.
"Ling'er" Chu Liuxiang slowly approached.
"Yeah" Ling replied with a blush.
When the distance between the two was only one centimeter, Ling suddenly thought of something and pushed Chu Liuxiang away.
"By the way, the soap I prepared for Sister Rongrong and the others should be ready. I'll go take a look."
. . . . . . . . . . . . Even though Rongrong and the others were no longer there, Chu Liuxiang was still ignored and was speechless.
"Why don't you come and help me?" Ling walked a few steps and suddenly turned around and smiled mischievously.
"I'm making tulip-scented soap this time. Come and see if you like it."
"Yes." Chu Liuxiang hugged Ling, "I like anything made by Ling."
"But" Ling broke away from Chu Liuxiang's arms and said to herself, "This time I made less of the jasmine-scented soap that Sister Rongrong likes, and I don't know if it will be enough." He said and left.
. . . . . . . This is Chu Liuxiang who still can't escape being ignored. . . .