Chapter 1141

Professor Song and his wife don't know how many videos were secretly taken of them, and over here, Xin Jun, who was also holding a big bag expressionlessly and sitting in the high-speed rail waiting area, also silently lowered the brim of his hat.

Logically speaking, as long as you don't care about your face, then the embarrassment won't be yours.

But... he is just a tutor who has only graduated for a short time and has a well-behaved student; where did he go to practice such a thick face?

Fortunately, at this moment, his true brother Zhang Yanping has him in his heart and called in time.

"Song Tan said there isn't much chili oil made this time; your family runs a farmhouse, why don't you send the rest to you?"

They had eaten the chili oil made by Seventh Uncle before; as soon as you unscrew the lid, that pungent, rich fragrance!

And once mixed into vegetables or rice, while sucking and sucking because it's so spicy, you can still eat two more bowls; I don't know how delicious it is.

Even though Xin Jun's ability to eat spicy food is not very strong, he couldn't help but nod silently at this moment. Then, remembering that Zhang Yanping couldn't see, he hesitated instead:

"Forget it, I'm already bringing so much food home, if I send so much chili oil, I'm really afraid of exposing it when my mom asks me."

"What are you afraid of?" Zhang Yanping has many ghost ideas: "Just say it was sent by a student's parent! Think about our Yuncheng, it has everything; you are a teacher in a private school, isn't it normal for students' parents to send you some local specialties?"

If you put it that way, it seems to make sense...

"Wait! No!" He stopped Zhang Yanping's words: "My mom ate the Chinese milk vetch sold by Song Tan in the spring." Not only did she eat it, but she also bought several thousand jin and specially bought a freezer to freeze it!

There were also tea eggs, this and that in the later period; those things that don't guarantee supply are all used as seasonal gifts in their farmhouse, not to mention how hooking customers they are.

Xin Jun couldn't help but have a big head when he thought of this; he sighed at this moment and turned to ask:

"I saw there were many people yesterday and left you some face, I haven't had time to ask how you and Guo Yi are talking?"

"What else can it be?"

The arrogance in Zhang Yanping's words seemed to be rushing towards him.

"I'm a good man who is handsome and one of the best! Guo Yi took a fancy to me so early, what can I do? She is a girl, lonely and helpless..."

"Speak human language."

"Oh," Zhang Yanping responded weakly: "Just... just..."

He snorted: "Just, I went to the clinic, she asked me if I wanted to be in a relationship, I was still hesitating, and she answered for me directly..."

Xin Jun:...

"I shouldn't have asked you."

"Why don't you say it? If you don't say it, I'll send a message to Guo Yi."

"You send it." Zhang Yanping appeared generous: "I'm not crazy; I'm in a relationship, so I won't let my girlfriend communicate with others... Besides, are you someone else?"

"But what's our relationship! Is it worth asking her about this? I'll tell you."

What he really said was indeed as Zhang Yanping said.

He entered the clinic hesitantly; the other party looked him up and down, and from his dress and attitude, she knew—if he didn't value this matter, why bother washing his hair, taking a shower, and changing into new clothes?

Now his hair still has moisture; it's cold, and he's not afraid of freezing his head.

Thinking about it this way, Guo Yi had a plan in her heart.

So while tidying up the medicine cabinet, she asked: "Have you thought about it? I think you look very safe, and I heard you also have property in the village, so I want to find you as a boyfriend—are you okay?"

Taking advantage of no one on the third floor, Zhang Yanping shouted loudly: "She asked me like that, deliberately testing me! Can I still say no? So I had to agree."

In fact, his brain was buzzing at the time, his ears were also buzzing, and he didn't know what messy things he was thinking... Anyway, when he came back to his senses, he nodded confusedly.

Xin Jun sneered: "I knew it."

"Okay, you two should get along well." He sincerely advised: "Do you remember all the words Teacher Tang asked me to convey to you? Guo Yi even found out about you having property in the village; she is clearly considering the long term, you should perform well during the New Year."

Once this was said, Xin Jun himself was stunned first.

That's not right! I'm about the same age as Zhang Yanping, why do I have such a fatherly tone when educating him now?

Could it be that this is really a sequela of being a teacher for a long time? No, no, no!

As a friend, who has the patience to listen to people preaching every day!

Must change!

He secretly reflected on himself, but Zhang Yanping didn't notice anything. After all, he just fell in love. At this moment, as long as someone says it's good, then everything is fragrant.

So he nodded repeatedly.

Fortunately, brotherly love made him remember the original topic, so he asked again: "Seriously, Tan Tan is rarely generous, do you really want the chili oil or not?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Xin Jun simply broke the jar, not thinking about any messy reasons: "I'll tell my mom when I get back that I borrowed money to buy it, and let her allocate some funds to me."

Their homestay also costs a lot of money.

Once he said that, Zhang Yanping couldn't help laughing: "You're right, I also have to take advantage of being in love to ask my mom for more money during the New Year..."

Not to mention anything else, I can't let Guo Yi follow me while I'm in debt!

Thinking about it this way, the two of them are simply like incompetent mama's boys, only knowing how to reach out for money.

Alas! The homestay must be done!

And in the Old Song family courtyard, suddenly empty, Song Sancheng was clearly also unaccustomed.

Therefore, after wandering around bored for two laps, Qiaoqiao mentioned his small cart again, and Song Sancheng agreed after a slight hesitation.

But he hadn't done this before, so before starting work, he had to open the vibration to search for what people's cars looked like.

Just after cutting a few wooden boards, he heard Seventh Uncle ordering:

"Qiaoqiao, go to the river beach to see if there is milk today. If there is, bring it all back; it's almost New Year, I'll freeze some more fresh milk buns for you."

Qiaoqiao nodded and skillfully rode Xiaoduo toward the river beach.

The uncle there was also cleaning up the pasture as much as possible, because he and the aunt would also return to their own home tonight.

As for Wu Lei...

Anyway, he had nothing to do, and it was better to work than to go home, so he was arranged to take a vacation on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month without hesitation.

It just so happens that Lingling is bringing her boyfriend back that day, and he, as a brother, should also check him out.

The couple pondered, and couldn't help but sigh for the children who were worrying.

When Qiaoqiao went over, the uncle had just come out of the house with two buckets of fresh milk; seeing him come over, he pointed inside again:

"You play for a while, I'm thinking there's another bucket, wait for me to squeeze it slowly."

"Okay, I'll go find Dabai."

The pasture is free, the two border collies are unsupervised, their IQ is growing rapidly, and now they are already running around with other dogs.

Seeing Qiaoqiao come over, probably because they didn't see any food, they just barked a few times on the hillside in the distance.

They probably herded very well; without its response, the other few dogs looked back frequently, not daring to turn back at all.

And Qiaoqiao came to the river beach.

The withered yellow reed beach on the side made a rustling sound in the cold wind, and a few wild ducks suddenly rushed out from inside, very bold, not afraid of people at all.

And Qiaoqiao waved his hand:

"Dabai, it's so cold, do you still swim every day?"

"Goose, goose, goose!"

Dabai made a loud call, its bean eyes looking down on the world; how could it put the ice cold of this mere river water in its eyes?

Its pride was clearly appreciated by Qiaoqiao, who said at this moment: "Seventh Uncle is going to make milk buns in the next two days; I'll bring one for you to eat then. Dabai, you must raise the ducks well. If you raise them well, we will have many salted duck eggs to sell next year, and then we can earn more money and raise more ducks..."

He suddenly got stuck while talking, and looked at Dabai hesitantly at this moment: "But with so many ducks for you to take care of, will you be able to manage them? Do you want me to buy you a few more goose brothers?"

"Goose, goose, goose—"

Dabai instantly flapped its wings angrily, and the gusts of cold wind made Qiaoqiao shrink his neck, and then he understood its meaning.

"Okay, okay, I see there are many wild ducks—hey, there's a new wild duck!"

The new wild duck was quite distinctive; the feathers from the back of its wings to the tip of its tail looked like layered lines composed of ink, looking like it had a unique aesthetic.

And the top of its head to its neck also had a tuft of long hair floating backward, like a horse's mane, a bit like a kill-ma-te, and a bit funny at first glance.

But Qiaoqiao didn't understand these, he just saw that this wild duck was a look he hadn't seen before, so he felt it was fresh.

The other party swam shallowly in the water, seemed to feel cold, and then quickly drilled into the reed marsh.

Qiaoqiao hadn't taken a photo yet, so he urged regretfully:

"Dabai, sister said it's cold now, everyone doesn't lay eggs, so don't urge them. But if you want to lay eggs, tell them not to lay eggs in the water, okay? That way it won't be fresh."

He muttered and muttered, now he understands more things than before, and speaks more than before. Dabai seemed a bit annoyed, raised its neck and prepared to shout, but fortunately, the uncle called from afar at this moment—

"Qiaoqiao, come and take the milk away! Tell your mom, we'll go back in a while, and won't go to your house specifically. On the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, you all come to my house!"

It's New Year, they should also go home to tidy up the house, and accompany the two elderly people by the way.

And the object Lingling is talking about is most likely unreliable; arriving home on the 28th of the twelfth lunar month, we still have to rely on relatives and friends to persuade her more.

Qiaoqiao didn't understand the uncle's sorrow, and went back with the milk.

And when he relayed these words to Wu Lan, Wu Lan also sighed:

"It's really raising a child for 100 years, worrying for 99... Tan Tan, you should talk to Little Lu well. I think the object you found is much better than others."

Song Tan hummed and hawed, turning to look at the busy Seventh Uncle:

"Seventh Uncle, when are you going on vacation?"

Haven't you been muttering that your son is coming back, coming back? As a result, you muttered from summer to New Year, surely you won't stand us up, right?

Seventh Uncle's expression was strange: "I'll go in two days."

Song Tan was a bit puzzled: "If there's really something, you can go today; there are few people at home now, we can take care of it ourselves."

"No need."

Seventh Uncle refused very simply.

"My son has already been back for two days. But the two granddaughters haven't traveled here, so they've been strolling in the city for the past few days."

Not only strolling, but also going to restaurants everywhere to taste what special delicacies there are, completely forgetting that their own grandfather and father were chefs.

Once this was said, even Wu Lan was a bit angry: "What's going on? Want to take the children to play, it's not inconvenient to take a car here. Can't you come back to see your parents first? It's been so many years since you left..."

Isn't that the truth?

Pondering this, Seventh Grandma thought that the retirement money and salary she saved every month to subsidize Qiaoqiao was very wise. At the very least, Qiaoqiao really has them in his heart.

However, complaining is complaining.

Seventh Uncle helped at home for so long this year, and he never said a word about the work in the kitchen. Qiaoqiao's craftsmanship is already not bad now, all relying on his patient cultivation.

Therefore, since his son is back, no matter what, Song Tan has to express it.

At this moment, she simply went to the cellar with Wu Lan to tidy up three bottles of wine:

"Seventh Uncle, I heard that people in XJ can all drink. This wine is brewed by yourself, take it back to drink, and let my uncle know your craftsmanship and ability."

After going to the frontier for so many years, he didn't even come back once in the middle; Seventh Uncle, this chef father, probably doesn't have much ability in his heart.

If it weren't for this, how could he take the children to taste specialties in the city first?

Since that's the case, we must make people even more shocked!

Seventh Uncle is now a member of our Old Song family, no matter what, we must support his face.

"Good, good, good!"

Seventh Uncle didn't decline at all at this moment: "Tan Tan, ask if your grandfather still has tobacco? Grab a handful for me, I'll roll a box when I have time."

His son could already smoke when he left; now after so many years, no matter if the addiction is still there or not, he has to be prepared to shock him.

Everyone had the same intention, and at this moment the whole warehouse was turned over, various ingredients were taken out one by one, and a big pile was actually gathered.

Seeing Wu Lan already holding a basket and preparing to dig radishes in the sand pile, Seventh Uncle helped put the cabbage Song Tan just got out of the cellar onto the tricycle, while listening to the patient instructions:

"We are old, if the children have anything, try to tolerate it as much as possible. If you can't tolerate it, don't hold it in, just call me, coming to the house is considered overtime..."

Seventh Uncle couldn't laugh or cry.

"I've come through so many years, if I were really angry, how could I have lasted until now?"

He was ambitious and energetic, not like he was going to see his son, but like he wanted to go and slap his face:

"Don't worry, I eat and drink well every day now, I'll take good care of myself and can work for another 10 years, not a bit worse. Then I can't be wronged, I must take good care of my body."

"Good!" Song Tan also gave him a thumbs up:

"Seventh Uncle, we must have this mindset! Don't worry, my uncle will definitely be obedient when he comes back! He won't give you any trouble."