Entertainment Era: Starting with Teaching Sister Meng to Sing

The villa that Song Shihui brought to Wang Xiaozhou was indeed not usually inhabited.

So the two of them actually got in the car and went to the market again, buying a lot of fish, shrimp, meat and eggs to take home.

Back at the villa, Wang Xiaozhou couldn't help but exclaim, "Such a big villa, and it's just sitting empty most of the time! Forget about the price of a villa in Jinmenwei, the renovations alone must have cost a fortune!"

Song Shihui, who was sitting on the ground helping Wang Xiaozhou sort the vegetables, held up his index finger and waved it when he heard this:

"Broaden your horizons, put money aside, and live your life for an ideal. My ideal is to own a villa in any city in the world. Doesn't that sound less vulgar than just money?"

"Woman, thy name is greed."

Wang Xiaozhou's words made Song Shihui burst into laughter again.

"Alright, hurry up and go tidy up your room. You still can't tell the difference between lettuce and spinach, don't make a mess of things here."

Song Shihui rarely cooks, and is even somewhat of a novice in household chores. She doesn't know how to cook at all and has caused Wang Xiaozhou a lot of trouble.

Seeing that Wang Xiaozhou was telling him to leave, Song Shihui obediently got up, but his words weren't entirely honest: "How many rooms are you going to prepare? Just one?"

Wang Xiaozhou had already started heating the oil in the wok: "If Mao Xiaotong isn't coming, let's just tidy up one room and sleep in it together. I'm afraid tiring you out if we tidy up two rooms."

Song Shihui pouted: "Xiaotong went to Shanghai for a promotional event the day before yesterday. You two aren't even that close, and she didn't even tell you?"

As the chopped scallions were sprinkled into the oil, they sizzled and bubbled. Wang Xiaozhou grinned mischievously and said, "Xiaotong and I talk on the phone every day."

"Tch, you might as well just tell me to clean out a room."

Song Shihui went into the bedroom to make the bed, while Wang Xiaozhou prepared four dishes in the kitchen. The two finished at the same time.

The dining table in the kitchen was too big, so the two of them simply moved their food to the coffee table to eat.

The villa had good heating, so Song Shihui simply took off his outer trousers, revealing a layer of thermal fleece trousers underneath, which made Wang Xiaozhou stare in disbelief.

Coincidentally, Song Shihui's trousers were the same style that Meng Ziyi wore in Linzhou—both were the kind of tight-fitting fleece trousers that accentuated the figure.

Song Shihui's figure is particularly domineering. To put it bluntly, Song Shihui, who is gradually maturing, has a much rounder figure than Meng Ziyi, and she has particularly fleshy thighs, making her look absolutely stunning.

"Are you really that defenseless? I've heard that there's a type of woman in big cities who's wearing yoga pants outside the gym these days. In my opinion, your cotton pants are much more effective than theirs."

Song Shihui laughed heartily, completely unconcerned, and propped his incredibly long legs up on the coffee table.

"From now on, please call me Cotton-padded Pants Sister."

Wang Xiaozhou gave Song Shihui a thumbs up and started frequently picking up food from his plate.

Song Shihui asked, "Are you staring so intently? What can you see in these pants?"

Wang Xiaozhou shook his head: "No, but you don't understand men. Even if you could see it, it wouldn't be interesting."

Song Shihui also started eating, resting his legs on Wang Xiaozhou's lap:

"How could I not understand? Let me tell you a secret: even when I'm at home, I still wear my outer pants."

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Wang Xiaozhou has always been very attracted to women who are particularly good at understanding people's thoughts, and he especially wants to try the salty and bland flavor.

"Brother, stop touching it, it'll pill."

Song Shihui and Wang Xiaozhou looked at each other, and as soon as their eyes met, they couldn't help but burst out laughing. Then their conversation returned to normal.

"You're really good at cooking. I rarely find food that tastes like this outside."

Wang Xiaozhou raised his chin: "Could you describe it in more detail?"

After thinking for a while, Song Shihui said, "The specific feeling is like the taste of a private chef cooking at home. The skills are high, but the seasonings are simple and clean."

Wang Xiaozhou shoveled all the more appetizing dishes into Song Shihui's bowl and comforted him, "Eat more, poor kid, you don't even get to eat home-cooked meals usually."

Song Shihui didn't refute: "I've never had home-cooked meals since I was a child. When my parents first divorced, my dad would bring me takeout every day. Later, when a housekeeper came to our house, she also cooked at restaurants."

"That's great."

Wang Xiaozhou was quite envious: "Kids like us who eat home-cooked meals every day would love to switch places with you guys."

Perhaps Wang Xiaozhou's words reminded Song Shihui of many unpleasant things from the past, so she wasn't in a good mood to talk.

Seeing this, Wang Xiaozhou ended the meal early. Even if he had other ideas, he couldn't interfere in other people's family matters and could only let Song Shihui deal with it on his own.

Of course, they wouldn't actually sleep in the same room at night, but since Song Shihui's villa had several floors, she didn't stay on any other floor and instead stayed next to Wang Xiaozhou.

Nothing happened that night. The next morning, Song Shihui stretched and came out of the house wearing a close-fitting bathrobe. He saw Wang Xiaozhou busy in the kitchen.

"Oh, I was just thinking of getting up to make you breakfast. You're up pretty early."

Wang Xiaozhou tapped the clock on the wall: "Big sister, it's 9:30. I'll starve if I wait for you to make breakfast any longer."

Song Shihui scoffed, "Wasn't it when you slept until the afternoon at my house before school?"

Wang Xiaozhou remained silent, cooking while observing Song Shihui.

Actually, he has a strange quirk: he thinks women are most beautiful and authentic when they are at home.

The reason he had sex with Meng Ziyi a few days ago wasn't because their feelings for each other had reached a critical point, but because Meng Ziyi's outfit in the apartment that day really aroused him.

It's those thin fleece pants!

Yesterday, Song Shihui and Meng Ziyi wore the same style of fleece pants!

Although Song Shihui wasn't wearing the same outfit today, her simple, ultra-thin black fitted nightgown, paired with fluffy slippers, gave her a more homely feel, perfectly hitting Wang Xiaozhou's sweet spot.

"Beautiful."

Wang Xiaozhou was genuinely praising Song Shihui's figure. This woman's tall figure and delicate features were almost perfect. If it weren't for the taste of Tianjin jianbing guozi, she probably could have hooked Wang Xiaozhou like a stray dog.

Seeing that Wang Xiaozhou wasn't playing any tricks, Song Shihui generously turned around and showed himself off.

"If you like it, take a look. You can only look at it anyway."

Wang Xiaozhou pouted and placed the fried eggs and luncheon meat on the table: "Didn't you say I was going to meet the heads of the business departments of two video platforms today? When are they coming?"

"Did you praise me for this?" Song Shihui asked, biting his chopsticks.

Wang Xiaozhou countered, "What if it is? What if it isn't?"

"If so, the two responsible persons will arrive shortly."

"What if it isn't?"

Song Shihui smiled brightly: "If not, the two responsible persons will be here soon."

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Wang Xiaozhou applauded Song Shihui from the bottom of his heart. This woman is really good at raising fish!