Chapter 857: How is the Effect?

Professor Song's dormitory is even larger.

The 80-square-meter two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment looks empty now, but the layout is quite regular. Although the weather is cold, the sunlight is good, and Grandma Tang took a fancy to it at a glance:

"Oh, this is good! I've been looking at many new home decorations online, and I'm worried that I have no place to display them."

Their old couple lives in an old residential area, and the location and area are all fine, but the house type is too old.

The layout is also the old style, and the renovation is even more so. If you renovate it again, you have lived here for so many years, and you don't want to make a big move.

But if you don't renovate it, you are itching to see all kinds of styles that young people have now.

Besides, the two of them have struggled quite well, and they can afford to buy another set, but it's not very realistic.

Now it's good, there is a ready-made semi-rough house that only has floors, water and electricity, and white walls, which is just suitable for the old lady's mentality of not wanting to make a big move and being able to change decorations according to the style.

No matter if she is really particularly happy, or if her emotional intelligence is so high, Song Tantan is extremely satisfied. At this moment, she promised:

"If you want to buy any furniture or decorations, just tell me, we will pay! When it arrives, I will pull it back from the town, and don't worry about installation, there are so many young guys, they can always be used!"

Professor Song was stunned, then ecstatic, and then his feet were full of wind: "Did your family kill a chicken?"

I have never felt that Professor Song has an extra mouth!

Grandma Tang looked at the lush vegetable plot, and at this moment she was puzzled:

Grandma Tang twitched the corners of her mouth, subconsciously stepped back, clearly not willing to touch this face. Instead, she stared at Zhao Yuan with glowing eyes: "I just wanted to ask, your skin is good! Transparent, white with red... is it also the hand cream from your house?"

Professor Song laughed happily: "What good things are you thinking about? Just my face, I haven't seen it get any whiter even after working in the fields with you all summer—it's natural! Unlike you, who is always applying this powder and that mask to your face."

Wanting funding, what kind of scene have you not seen?

But now, her two hands are together, distinct from each other, and the gap is clearly visible.

"Why don't you understand?" Professor Song interjected: "You loved beauty when you were young, and you were always drawing eyebrows and painting eyes. You spent your monthly salary of dozens of yuan on buying dresses—in '82, when I went to Beicheng on a business trip, the foreign exchange certificates and wages we saved were all spent by you shopping at the duty-free shop."

Song Tantan laughed: "It's not killing a chicken, it's mainly because the chickens are still young, so let's prioritize laying eggs first—there is a stir-fried chicken with chili for lunch, can Grandma Tang eat spicy food?"

Wu Lan stretched out her hands—the hands of people who work in the countryside all year round, the white in the finger seams is never washed away, and daily farm work makes the palms smooth, the back of the hands white and yellow, and the edges of the nails are also dim. No matter how spiritual energy nourishes, the hands are not as effective as the face.

Grandma Tang was not angry: "My broken mouth—hurry up and tell me how this hand cream is?"

"Does your mountain tea produce tea oil? Can it provide tea oil for cooking?"

Now she is not polite: "Fine! Let Grandma Tang arrange it! You just arrange the food!"

Song Tantan showed off: "Look! Just the comparison picture of applying it as a hand mask at night, it will be on our promotional page later!"

Song Tantan followed behind slowly:

One sheep is grazing, two sheep are driving... Tang teacher probably doesn't mind having another listener, right?

Xin Jun laughed: "The complex formula provided by the village doctor, it might not be delicate enough for the face, so I only plan to make a batch of hand cream—does Teacher Tang also understand?"

He was full of disappointment, and his steps slowed down, and he said to Grandma Tang: "You don't know, the pigs and chickens in our family are very energetic, and they look delicious! I've been thinking about it for a long time!"

Professor Song instantly stopped talking.

With Professor Song's qualifications, where would he not be arranged properly? Her rough house was a compromise.

He raised his underworld boss face: "I applied it to my face two days ago, although I didn't see it get any whiter, it felt much more delicate when touched."

The Song family collectively took a breath!

That's a must!

If the unit canteen provides meals, it's not bad to be hungry!

He has great respect for Teacher Tang, Zhang Yanping took a look, thinking that people came to compete with him for the position, why are you so calm?

The old man muttered, clearly full of resentment—I also smoked when I was young!

Grandma Tang, as an old lady who knows how to maintain, said reservedly: "How can I not know? I have tasted the honey, white fungus, and tea leaves sent back, and I have a count in my heart."

Zhao Yuanjie didn't forget his original intention and still pursued: "How is this hand cream?"

Qiaoqiao then said "Ah": "I'm going to make chicken stir-fried with tea oil at noon! I have to go back first."

The left side is clearly whiter and has a strong sense of luster. If you touch it with your hand, the softness will be very different.

The right side is still the same, white, yellow, smooth, and dry.

And what Song Tantan said, Professor Song is also used to it—don't look at him being simple when he goes up the mountain and down the field, but now that he is engaged in research, he can't do without the word funding.

But he married a beautiful wife, and she dressed up brightly every day, so there was no money to buy cigarettes.

"Making skin care products?" Grandma Tang, who also drew eyebrows and painted lipstick when she went out, only heard that: "What skin care products are you making?"

But who knew that this Go and Chinese painting, Xin Jun also doesn't know!

"Hmm, killed, bought a big local chicken."

Professor Song:...

Grilled fish... brush sweet sauce! Professor Song, how can you be like this! Heresy! Heresy!

Song Tantan laughed and pushed Wu Lan, who was silent, over: "Mom, show your hands to Grandma Tang."

The Song family collectively took a breath!

That's true, not to mention anything else, he can eat chili stir-fried eggs while sweating and wiping his nose.

Zhao Yuanjie smiled gently: "My ancestral home is in Sichuan—Old Song, my ancestral home is in Jiangzhe. When we were dating, he made grilled fish for me, and he brushed it with sweet sauce."

Hiss!

Song Tantan looked at Professor Song and pitied: "Old Song, you must have been very unconfident when you married your wife when you were young, right?"

Xin Jun explained on the side: "Our family's tea trees grow well, and tea seeds are also many—but we didn't plan to use them for cooking. Both chefs said that fresh eating is fine, but long-term eating is not very fragrant."

"I just picked some a while ago to try making skin care products, this is the little bit left, so I just used it for cooking."

Zhang Yanping subconsciously touched his face: "Should... be quite good, right?"

"That was before, I'm not used to it now." Professor Song explained: "Look, I ate a lot of spicy food at home before."

The old lady was quite calm, with a smile on the corner of her mouth and ice in her voice: "Just tell me if you survived or not?" ===== CHAPTER 858 =====