Chapter 1147

Seventh Grandmother took the opportunity to lift the pot lid.

Instantly, the fragrance and heat steamed over, smoking Ayiguli, who was exclaiming about drinking milk, almost unable to stand still.

The fragrance of that starch fusion was just too fragrant!

She suddenly looked at Song Song Shuliang outside with some exclamation:

"He told me before that when he was little, the family conditions were average, and he could only eat mantou..."

Ayiguli muttered: "I'm also willing to eat mantou."

While speaking, the steaming mantou was already in her hand, and at this moment she switched hands, blew on it twice, and took a bite—

Mmm!

Ayiguli emphasized again:

"I'm also willing to eat mantou with him!"

At the very least, much better than his son.

"Where are you going?"

"It's fine." Zhang Zhang Yanping's expression was very firm: "Seventh Great-Uncle has already done all the notarization for the procedures, and except for the fact that the homestead can't be mine on the surface, even if his family wants it back later, I won't lose a bit."

She pointed to the table: "Look, I have rice cakes, popcorn, and this hot and sour rice noodles! They were all made by Wu Lan's dad."

"Oh! You knew how to be careful when buying a house! Then why didn't I see you caring about your parents when they were at home for so many years?"

Moreover, the years were special, materials were scarce, and a clever woman couldn't cook without rice, so Seventh Great-Uncle's skills were also greatly discounted.

He asked expectantly.

"Fresh flowers inserted in cow dung."

"Go inside, it's cold outside. When the new house is built next year, we'll buy a stove in the house, it'll be like heating, warmer than that."

Moreover, people over there have families, and everyone kept it from him; whether he knows about it or not is another matter.

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

Song Song Shuliang:...

"I heard from my mother-in-law that Seventh Great-Uncle lived a good life because he was a chef, but he also suffered a lot of grievances in that era. So he is very low-key in everything he does; even when he was a head chef, he only worked in the surrounding villages."

Couldn't help but fall silent again.

Not to mention whether Seventh Great-Uncle's son is handsome or not, even if he were, with that character, the girl would feel wronged to be with him."

"Oh my!" Song Tan heard Bu Zheng mutter a few words with a smiling mouth:

She admitted that this man was not bad to his own family, but to his parents...

"Oh my," Guli said with some regret: "What's wrong with your dad? Knowing your grandpa is a famous chef, and still letting you eat so full outside..."

But the villagers were still gnawing on wild vegetables and coarse grain buns!

Saying that, he took Bu Zheng-yuan: "Let's go, we still have to handle the procedures."

"That's right," Seventh Grandmother also quickly stopped her: "My son called this morning, saying he ate breakfast in the city before leaving. Just now he drank a big bowl of milk and ate a mantou..."

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

The two granddaughters were still very curious about the unfamiliar mountain village, and they weren't afraid of the cold at their young age, so they jumped up quickly:

Thinking of this, she also took the initiative to speak: "Dad, how much money is needed to build a house? We'll give you 20,000."

After all, some procedures have to go to the Housing Management Bureau.

Party Secretary Little Zhu responded "um um ah ah": "That's about it, let's go, get in the car."

Bu Zheng found these two little girls who looked like foreign dolls quite fresh, and greeted them:

Now that everyone was chatting, they couldn't help but sigh a bit more.

The mother and three daughters each had a mantou and mixed their stomachs round; at this moment Seventh Great-Uncle brought a basin of charcoal fire over:

"I'll take you to roast fire elsewhere; people said they specially prepared a lot of food to entertain you. The father and son probably won't be back until noon, the dishes are prepared in advance, we'll just come back to eat then."

"Did you eat breakfast? I have white fungus soup here, do you want to drink it?"

"Yan Ping, you say what if Seventh Great-Uncle develops feelings for his son again, will the house be stable later?"

Seventh Great-Uncle looked at his daughter-in-law and couldn't help but sigh: "Forget it! You're not easy either, I'll have money after selling the old house, don't worry."

"Guli, I brought my daughter-in-law to show you! This girl is beautiful and a good person!"

The fragrance of the white fungus soup wasn't obvious, but when it was brought to the front and stirred with a spoon, that lingering clear sweetness instantly permeated.

It was said to go to the village collective, but in fact, when meeting Party Secretary Little Zhu, the procedures went quickly, and Song Song Shuliang didn't even look at the contract twice.

Aunt Lianhua was tidying up the vegetables to be used at noon, and smiled when she heard this:

But living life is something people don't judge easily. So they exchanged pleasantries for a while and enthusiastically led people into the house again.

Thinking of this, he felt a bit depressed again:

The village office had a few empty rooms, and it was built on the slope, with cold wind blowing, it was too cold.

And on this side, Seventh Grandmother looked at her daughter-in-law and two granddaughters with a smile:

Where else could they go? Seventh Grandmother took them straight to the Song family's house.

Seventh Grandmother smiled without saying a word.

And on this side, the Song family was ready, various snacks were arranged on plates, the fire in the house was burning brightly, everyone sat around together, and Guli was still looking at Zhang Zhang Yanping with some worry:

Just then, Seventh Grandmother shouted at the main entrance:

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

Just as he was speaking, Song Qiao Song Qiao had already brought out three bowls of rice noodles, said "Ah," and hesitated:

"Then can you not eat anymore?"

Everyone rushed out of the door, and sure enough, saw a frontier face with a high nose and deep eyes standing there, truly as Seventh Grandmother said, beautiful.

Wanting to study it more carefully, the old man was mocking on the side:

Ayiguli looked at Song Song Shuliang when she heard this, seeing him nodding and talking: "Must get one, that basin of charcoal fire is too cold..."

"People raised their children to be successful, and they all want to take the elderly to big cities to enjoy life. This is good, the children are raised, and they just take root in other places and don't come back, what kind of raising is this?"

"Is it a bit cold in the house?"

"His son seems to have never felt that his parents had any amazing skills since he was little."

Seventh Grandmother greeted them:

"It'll be warm after sitting for a while."

Ayiwulan shook her head: "Just drank hot milk and ate mantou, now I'm very satisfied, not cold."

But other than that, Song Song Shuliang's meals were quite rich when he was little. There was nothing at home that he was short of; he felt he had suffered, but he was just eating mantou every day.

"Are the procedures done?"

And cursing: "This Song Song Shuliang is also a fool; where can't Seventh Great-Uncle's skills earn a big mountain of gold? He insists on leaving such a good father..."

Once this was said, Song Song Shuliang felt guilty and had to put the contract down awkwardly.