After rebirth, the real daughter just wants to win glory for the country

Chapter 11: No longer called Yanyan?Yanyan is so heart-warming, sister loves to hear it
"Song Lingyan!"

Ji Yanze glared at her angrily, with a hint of gritted teeth.

"What are you doing? Are you so angry?"

Song Lingyan looked at his frustrated expression, and she became more and more in the mood to tease him: "Don't call me Yanyan? Yanyan is so heartwarming, sister likes to hear it."

Ji Yanze's mouth twitched and he simply looked away and ignored her.

"Hahaha."

Song Lingyan was amused and laughed heartlessly.

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Binhai Old Town, Refinery Dormitory.

The sports car twists and turns in the narrow streets and finally stops at the entrance of the vegetable market not far from the dormitory.

"Just park here, you can't drive in front."

Song Lingyan pointed in the direction of the dormitory based on the memory of the original owner.

"Does your family live here?"

Ji Yanze looked at the old building built in the 80s and felt a little unbelievable: "Is this building about to collapse? The walls are peeling off and the roof is leaking. Is it really possible for you to live here?"

"Whatever works, it would be nice to have a place to live."

Song Lingyan didn't feel uncomfortable at all. She opened the car door and rudely chased him away: "Don't get out of here. The sports car parked here is irritating. Let's go quickly."

Ji Yanze paused when he was about to get out of the car, feeling a little aggrieved: "I've been your driver for half a day, why don't you invite me to come up and sit for a while?"

"You can pull it down."

Song Lingyan didn't give him a chance to be coquettish and cute, and pointed out the facts straight to the point: "I really want to enter the house, change a car, and cover myself more tightly. I don't want to accompany you on trending searches and be searched for human flesh by your fans."

"Then I'll come back tomorrow."

Ji Yanze answered the call smoothly.

Song Lingyan refused: "Not tomorrow, I have to go to school to ask for leave."

"The day after tomorrow."

A trace of disappointment flashed in Ji Yanze's eyes. .

"The day after tomorrow, I'll probably go to the shooting team for training."

Song Lingyan looked amused and told the truth: "Looking at Coach Ge's anxious attitude, I guess I can't wait any longer. I will definitely ask for my mother's answer tonight, and I will visit my home tomorrow."

Ji Yanze's eyes lit up: "Then I'll go to the shooting center to see you."

"up to you."

Song Lingyan smiled jokingly: "The shooting club is not run by my family. You can come if you want and no one will care about you."

"If you say that, I'll take it as your promise."

Ji Yanze responded appropriately and secretly rejoiced: "We'll see you the day after tomorrow."

"Thanks, driver."

Song Lingyan smiled jokingly, turned around, and waved with her back to him.

The carefree and comfortable movements make people's hearts flutter.

Ji Yanze smiled as he watched her walk away. Thinking of the boyfriend she was talking about, his eyebrows darkened again.

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The refinery dormitory is not large, with only three buildings.There are three units in each building, three households per elevator.

Wang Huiping lives in Unit 3, Unit 3, Building 103, Xitou. It is a small three-bedroom apartment with a construction area of ​​only 56 square meters.

When you open the door, you will see a long and narrow corridor. On the left is the toilet, which can only accommodate one person standing.On the right are two north rooms side by side, each about twelve square meters.

At the end of the corridor is the kitchen. The room facing the sun in the south is the largest, with an area of ​​[-] square meters.

The south room is connected to the balcony and has a small courtyard outside.

A utility room was built in the small courtyard and two toona bud trees were planted.

Song Lingyan returned home following the memory of the original owner, opened the door with the key, and walked around the house first.

Although the house is small in area, it is bright and airy from north to south.All three rooms have windows, so there is basically no need to turn on the lights during the day.

The first floor is shady and cool. There is no need to turn on the air conditioner in summer. In winter, there is heating, so the room is not cold.

Song Lingyan has her own room, the first one to the north of the door, facing the toilet.The furnishings in the room are very simple, a single bed, a desk, and a wardrobe.

The books on the desk are arranged very neatly, and it seems that someone has specially arranged them.

The sheets and quilts were all neat and tidy. It was obvious that Wang Huiping was a hard-working person and kept the house clean.

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Song Lingyan looked around the room and felt quite satisfied.

The alarm clock on the desk points to twelve o'clock.

The primary school students have finished school at noon. Counting the time, Wang Huiping and Song Lingrui will be back soon.

She washed her hands in the kitchen, went to the south room, and opened the refrigerator.

There were fresh vegetables in the refrigerator. She took a piece of winter melon, an egg, and some shrimps from the freezer underneath, planning to make winter melon and egg soup.

The original owner knew how to cook, and Song Lingyan also happened to like cooking. In her spare time, she liked to make delicious food to reward herself.

She washed the winter melon, peeled it, cut it into finely chopped pieces, poured it into chopped green onion and stir-fried it in hot oil. When it was half-cooked, she added water and added the shrimp.

The winter melon and shrimp are cooked, break the eggs and pour them in, roll them into egg droplets in boiling water, sprinkle with salt and sugar, and add some oyster sauce when it comes out of the pot. A winter melon and egg soup with full color, fragrance and flavor is completed.

There was the sound of unlocking the large iron gate of the small courtyard, and Wang Huiping and Song Lingrui were back.

"My sister has cooked something delicious. You can smell it from outside the window."

Song Lingrui jumped off the electric tricycle, carrying three hot pancakes and fruits, ran in smelling the aroma, stretched her neck and looked into the pot.

Wang Huiping was also very happy. She pushed the cart through the door and praised her enthusiastically: "It's great that Yanyan is home. The two of us will have hot meals as soon as we get home."

"Winter melon and egg soup, one bowl per person, drink it while it's hot."

Song Lingyan filled the soup, carried the bowl to the south room, and placed it on the dining table.

The south house is larger in area. It has a bedroom, a living room and a dining room. The main activity area for the family is in the south house.

"It smells so good! The soup made by my sister is so delicious."

Song Lingrui couldn't wait any longer, so he sat down first, picked up the bowl and drank.

"Be careful of the heat."

Wang Huiping reminded with a smile and took a bite herself.

After taking a mouthful of soup, his eyes suddenly brightened: "Yanyan, when did you learn to make winter melon and egg soup? It tastes really good."

"It's incomparable to what mom did."

Song Lingyan answered very well.

"Yanyan is becoming more and more sensible."

Wang Huiping was indeed very happy after hearing this. She picked the largest pancake and put it in front of her daughter.

Song Lingyan picked it up and took a bite, her eyes lit up.

I have to say that Wang Huiping is a master at making pancakes and fruit.

The sauce is pure, the dough sticks are crispy, and it goes perfectly with the egg pancakes.

No wonder business is good, both parents and students like to eat her pancakes.

"Mom, there's something I want to tell you."

She ate happily and was in the mood to laugh and chat.

"what's up?"

Wang Huiping was delighted to be close to her daughter and hurriedly put down her spoon, as if she was all ears.

"I want to join the Binhai City shooting team and practice shooting."

Song Lingyan focused on the key points and recounted what happened at the shooting club in the morning.

"Wow, city shooting team, sister is so awesome."

Wang Huiping didn't respond yet, but Song Lingrui's voice of surprise sounded in her ears.

The little boy looked at his sister with admiration, his eyes full of shining little stars.

Song Lingyan smiled and patted her brother's head affectionately.

(End of this chapter)