LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 776 Family Gala
"My wife, I don't think these two pillows are enough. I'll get some more." Shi Yan was the only one who didn't take off his shoes.
Sang Cheng and Chang Yuqiao immediately stood up and wanted to go over with Shi Yan to get more. He would definitely not be able to get it by himself.
Song Tingran and the others were not idle in the main room. They piled everything they brought with them at the edge of the door, which looked much neater.
Shi Yan and the other two came back soon. Each of them held five or six pillows in their hands. They were all searched from everyone's house and placed directly on the ground covered with bedding. Whoever likes which one can go directly to it? Just take it.
Sang Cheng closed the door at the end and made sure it was closed tightly before taking off his shoes and sitting down.
Song Tingran was already leaning crookedly, holding a pillow in her arms and another under her head.
"My wife, if only I could do this every day. It would be great. It's more comfortable than bed!" Qiao Jinshu rested his head on Wen Li's thigh, enjoying it.
"It's too troublesome to clean up like this every day, and the dust is very serious. But if you like it, you can hold it regularly."
Before Qiao Jinshu could cheer, the cubs on the other side started cheering. They all fell to the ground and played with their arms and legs stretched out.
It was almost time to rest. Song Tingran slowly sat up and announced casually and freely that the family version of the party had officially begun.
"Who wants to go up first and perform?"
After all, this was the first time, and everyone was still a little cautious. Shi Yan proposed drawing lots, and it was unanimously agreed.
Song Tingran had pen and ink in his room. He wrote seven small notes casually and folded them randomly.
"My wife, this is not enough." Shi Yan also counted, and there were only seven.
"It's enough. I just thought of an upgraded version of the lottery. What's written here are numbers, not names. For example, you, Shi Yan, are one, Xiao Yuchen is two, and so on in order."
Chang Yuqiao: "Oh, then I am Sanbai, but how do the children count?"
"Same, the children's numbers are the same. For example, if one is drawn, it means Shi Yan and An An. The two will need rock, paper, scissors. Whoever wins will go up and perform."
It's so exciting.
Qiao Jinshu scratched his head, "Then it shouldn't be the one who loses who goes up to perform? Why does the winner still go up to perform?"
"Because this is a good thing, then I'll start!"
Song Tingran held up seven small notes, threw them in the air, and landed on the bed. She picked up one at random and read it mysteriously.
Shi Yan and Chang Yuqiao beside her squeezed over to see how much it was, but she blocked it tightly and didn't let these two people see it.
"Ahem." She cleared her throat and announced: "It's contestant No. 4, Sang Cheng in the adult category and Song Can in the child category."
Qiao Jinshu quickly sat up, went around from behind, and stole the note from Song Tingran's hand. When he opened it, he saw that it was indeed No. 4.
"Jinshu, is your trust in me so low?" Song Tingran snatched the note back and mixed it with the others again.
"Oh, no, my wife, I definitely trust you, but you are so mysterious, so I am still curious."
Qiao Jinshu sat down again and again and patted Song Tingran's shoulders. She turned around and pinched his face. He was still smiling brightly.
"Next, you draw lots."
"Okay, my wife, I like drawing lots. Let me squeeze your legs again."
Sang Cheng and Song Can were already ready, and everyone was full of morale. As everyone shouted rock, paper, scissors, Song Can won.
Sang Cheng sat down happily, and Song Can put on his slippers and stood in front of everyone.
"What I'm performing for everyone is making lemon tea with my hands." It's a bit unpopular, but not too unpopular.
Wen Ci brought all the things Song Can needed. In fact, there were not many things, he just needed a chair, so he helped.
Song Can obediently put the lemons that had been cut in advance into a wide-mouthed jar, which was about four or five in size, and then added three pieces of rock sugar. The wide-mouthed jar was placed on the chair.
Everyone is looking forward to it. No one has ever seen Song Can make hand-made lemon tea. In the past, adults only made it at home.
Song Can was still a little embarrassed, showing off this talent for the first time, and finally took out the final wooden stick. This one was specially processed and very round. He also used this when looking at dumpling wrappers in the kitchen.
"Then shall I start?" Song Can asked cutely.
"Let's start, slow down, Cancan, don't hit yourself."
Song Can nodded, took a deep breath, as if to cheer herself up, and then used the wooden stick to beat the lemons in the wide-mouth jar without changing her expression.
Bang bang bang bang bang.
The voice was loud and loud, and Song Can was working hard. He didn't know before that her explosive power was so powerful, and even his father, Wen Ci, didn't know it.
Everyone was stunned, mainly because Song Can was emotionally stable and had no expression on his face, as if he was reading a book, no different.
No one dared to speak until Song Can stopped, put the wooden stick aside, and looked into the wide-mouthed jar. He was very satisfied, and everything that should be broken was broken.
Then she picked up the kettle and added water to it to cool down. She picked up the wooden stick and stirred it.
"The hand-made lemon tea is ready. You can drink it now. Does anyone want to drink it?" Song Can thoughtfully prepared a few bowls and chopsticks.
Song Tingran was never a spoiled parent, so she raised her hand directly, "I'll have a drink, thank you Cancan."
Shi Yan also raised his hand, Xiao Yuchen also raised his hand, everyone raised their hands. These lemon teas were not enough. Everyone only got a few mouthfuls, but they were all very satisfied.
This was made by Song Can himself in front of everyone, and he was absolutely honest. If he said it was made by hand, it was made by hand.
Song Can took off her slippers and returned to the top. All the cubs gathered around her and praised her.
"Wen Ci, did you know that our Cancan is so... fierce?" Song Tingran asked in a low voice.
Wen Ci shook his head and said, "This is also my first time seeing you."
Song Tingran recalled that maybe this was not a genetic mutation. After all, Wen Ci could be quite vigorous at times, so he just let his roots go.
Qiao Jinshu excitedly started to draw lots. He chose here for a long time without making up his mind. No one was in a hurry. It was a long night.
"That's it!" Qiao Jinshu picked it up and opened it. Seven was written inside, and his face fell.
"How much is it? Jinshu."
"six."
Song Tingran looked at him strangely, stretched out his hand, "Show me the note."
"It's really six, wife, why are you watching? You don't trust me."