Song Tan Jishi

Chapter 1182 1182. Why are you full?

Grandma Qi took the opportunity to lift the lid of the pot.

In an instant, the aroma and heat steamed up, and Ayiguli, who was next to Xun and was marveling at the milk, could hardly stand.

This starch fusion aroma is so fragrant!

She suddenly looked at Song Shuliang outside in amazement:

“He told me before that when he was a child, his family’s living conditions were average and he could only eat steamed buns…”

 Ayiguli muttered: "I would also like to eat steamed buns."

As she spoke, the steaming buns were already in her hands. She was switching her left and right hands, and then she blew on them twice and then took a bite -

Well!

 Ayiguli emphasized again:

 “I would also like to eat steamed buns with him!”

Grandma Qi smiled and said nothing.

Mother and daughter each had a steamed bun to fill their bellies. At this moment, the seventh cousin brought a basin of charcoal over:

He said he was going to the village collective, but actually when he met Party Secretary Xiao Zhu, the procedures went very quickly. Song Shuliang didn’t even look at the contract twice.

 He asked expectantly.

Song Shuliang:…

As soon as he said this, Song Shuliang felt that he was in the wrong, so he had to put down the contract again.

“Come inside, it’s so cold outside. When a new house is built next year, we will buy a stove in the house. It will be the same as a heater, but warmer than this.”

With that said, he took Song Shuliang with him: "Let's go, we still have to go through the formalities."

 Hence, he couldn't help but fell silent again.

The village department is just a few empty offices, which are still built on the top of a slope. The cold wind is blowing, and it is too cold.

Ayiguli shook her head: "I just drank hot milk and ate steamed buns. Now I feel so satisfied and not cold."

  She admitted that this man was good to her family, but to her parents...

The seventh cousin glanced at his daughter-in-law and couldn't help but sigh: "Forget it! It won't be easy for you either. I will have money after selling the old house, so don't worry about it."

 “Is it a little cold in the house?”

Hearing this, Ayiguli glanced at Song Shuliang and saw him nodding and talking: "I have to get one, this pot of charcoal fire is too cold..."

 Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, responded with "Yeah, um, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah."

Over here, Grandma Qi looked at her daughter-in-law and two granddaughters with a smile:

 After all, some procedures are still handled by the Housing Authority.

 “Are the procedures completed now?”

If you want to study it more carefully, the old man is standing next to you and sarcastically:

“Hey! You know how to be careful when selling a house! Then why haven’t your parents been at home for so many years and you haven’t been paying attention to them?”

Thinking of this, she also took the initiative to speak: "Dad, how much does it cost to build a house? We will give you 20,000."

 As soon as the car started, it went directly to the city.

　　"I will feel cold after sitting for a while."

Grandma Seventh greeted them:

“I’ll take you somewhere else to warm yourself by the fire. I’ve told you to prepare a lot of food for you. The father and son will probably not come back until noon. The food has been prepared in advance. We can just come back to eat at that time.”

The two granddaughters were still very curious about the unfamiliar mountain village. They were young and not afraid of the cold. Now they jumped up quickly: "Where are you going?"

Where else to go? Grandma Qi took them directly to Lao Song's house.

Here, the old Song family was ready, with all kinds of snacks on small plates and delicately placed on them. The fire in the room was burning brightly. Everyone was sitting around. Wu Lan looked at Zhang Yanping with a little worry:

“Yan Ping, do you think that if your seventh cousin and your son fall in love again, will this house be safe?”

"It's okay." Zhang Yanping looked very determined: "Seventh cousin has gone through all the notarization procedures. The homestead cannot be mine except on the surface. Even if his family wants to go back in the future, I won't suffer any loss."

What's more, he has a family over there, and everyone is hiding it from him. Whether he knows about it or not is still questionable.

Thinking of this, he felt a little depressed:

“When people raise their children to make a living, they take their elders to the big cities to enjoy life. This is good. When the children are grown up, they simply take root in other places and never come back. What kind of people are they raising?”

He cursed again: "This Song Shuliang is also a fool. Why can't the seventh cousin earn a lot of money with his craftsmanship? He must let such a good father go..."

Aunt Lianhua was putting away the dishes for lunch, and she laughed when she heard this:

"I heard from my mother-in-law that the seventh cousin had a good life because he was a cook, but he actually suffered a lot of grievances at that time. So he kept a low profile in whatever he did. Even if he was a chef, he only lived in the countryside. Do."

“His son seems to have never thought that his parents have any great abilities since he was a child.”

What’s more, the time was special and materials were scarce at that time. It was difficult for a clever woman to make a living without rice, and the craftsmanship of the seventh cousin was also greatly reduced.

 But among other things, Song Shuliang’s food was quite abundant when he was a child. There was nothing wrong with the family, but he felt that he was suffering because he was eating steamed buns every day.

 But the people in the village were still eating wild vegetables and Wowo Erhe noodles at that time!

Now that everyone is chatting, it is inevitable to feel a little more sad.

At this moment, Grandma Qi shouted at the gate:

“Ulan, I’ll bring my daughter-in-law to show you! This girl is beautiful and a nice person!”

 At least he is much better than his son.

Everyone rushed out and saw a frontier face with a tall nose and deep eyes standing there. He was really as beautiful as Grandma Qi said.

 “Ouch!” Song Tan heard Wu Lan whisper a few words quietly from the corner of his smiling mouth:

 “Flowers on cow dung.”

Let alone whether the seventh cousin's son is good-looking or not, even if he is, with that kind of character, this girl would feel aggrieved to be worthy of him.

 But when it comes to living a life, people don’t judge easily. So we exchanged pleasantries for a while and enthusiastically introduced the person into the house.

 The two little girls immediately opened their mouths: "Wow, it's so warm here!"

Ulan was quite surprised by these two little doll-like girls, and now he greeted them:

“Have you eaten in the morning? I have white fungus soup, do you want to drink it?”

The aroma of the white fungus soup is not obvious, but as soon as you put the spoon in front of you and stir it, the long and sweet fragrance instantly spreads.

 The two children pursed their lips with difficulty, and finally held their stomachs and said pitifully, "I'm full."

“Yes,” Grandma Qi quickly stopped her: “My son called me this morning and said he was coming back from breakfast in the city before leaving. He just drank a large bowl of milk and ate another steamed bun…”

“Ouch,” Ulan said with a pity, “What’s going on with your dad? I know your grandpa is a famous chef, but he still asks you to eat so much outside...”

She pointed to the table: "Look, I also have rice cakes, popcorn, and this hot and sour rice noodles! They are all made by Guli's father."

Just as he was talking, Qiaoqiao had already brought out three small bowls of rice noodles. He said "Ah" and hesitated:

“Then you can’t eat anymore?”

 Update 1.

 It’s almost my period, and I want to lie down and not work every day…