Chapter 859: Pink and Tender

On the first day Grandma Tang came, because the mountain hadn't been tidied up yet, the Song family cleaned up the second floor for the couple to live in.

The old lady didn't pick anything—beauty-loving is beauty-loving, but people have also suffered, and where they live doesn't matter at all.

At this moment, waking up early in the morning, she just pulled off a pair of gloves, and then looked at her fine, tender, and smooth palms, simply overjoyed!

Although there was still a bit of oil, after wiping and washing with a wet towel, the whole palm was visibly white, tender, and much softer!

"Good, good, good!" The old lady beamed.

Last night, she applied a greasy hand cream to her hands, and then put on the labor protection gloves that the Song family had temporarily found, just as a hand mask.

Now waking up from a dream, the effect was indeed beyond expectations!

There was no one else in the room, so she didn't care about her image, and at this moment she pulled off her socks and pulled them down:

"Oh! My feet are also white and tender!"

Professor Song came out of the bathroom, heard this, and hummed with a laugh: "It's early in the morning and you're rubbing your smelly feet... How old are you, why are you still like a young person, this stinky virtue of loving beauty can't be changed!"

Grandma Tang hummed, and simply ignored him. She just pondered: "You ask how many were made for trial? Ask for another one. I want to make body oil, and by the way, do a facial scraping and massage... I won't take it for free, I'll promote it on Moments later."

Professor Song shook his head: "You are thinking beautifully, does Song Tantan's house still need promotion? Streaming is just because Qiaoqiao likes it, they don't need promotion at all."

Grandma Tang sighed: "I knew you old man are useless—wait until I teach Qiaoqiao Go, I don't believe there are no good things!"

She finished speaking, wiped the residual hand cream on her feet, and then began to wash up.

Don't say, this life in the mountains is good. She went to bed early last night, and woke up at six o'clock today.

The old lady said so, Professor Song didn't take it for granted: "You didn't catch up with the summer. Although I slept on a straw mat in the side room in the summer, it was comfortable! It was a hundred times more comfortable than a heating room!"

That's right, that was when Song Tantan didn't cultivate well, and the spiritual energy gathered every night dissipated, so it nourished the family unconsciously!

It was silent, but it was natural and made people unable to detect abnormalities, just right!

In contrast, in winter, in order to keep warm, the room was relatively closed, and the natural feeling was a bit worse.

But this was enough for the old lady. She even felt that her rosy complexion when she got up early had this reason, and she was beautiful when she held the chessboard downstairs.

The winter days are short. Although the sun has just vaguely revealed light, it is actually eight o'clock. Everyone is not polite, just greeting casually:

"Breakfast is in the pot in the kitchen!"

It's cold, only the pot is the safest—don't look at Big Orange bringing Little Orange (well, it's not small now) and sleeping in the room where the fire is roasted! Compared with the dogs, they are the ones who really enjoy the happiness!

Of course, most of the time they have to find food themselves, and they don't like the dog food that is not on the cat menu.

Grandma Tang felt this novel experience, and her expression was very excited.

It's strange. Theoretically, she is a guest, and the Song family should wait for everyone to eat breakfast together. But this casual "in the pot" made her feel at ease instantly.

Neglect and casualness, politeness and family, this can be felt.

At this moment, Grandma Tang smiled and asked generously: "What are we eating for breakfast?"

Wu Lan laughed: "Scallion pancakes with white rice porridge, is Teacher Tang used to it?"

The old lady sighed: "You are not losing weight at all, carbohydrates plus carbohydrates... Oh, it's really fragrant!"

She said, while stepping into the kitchen in small leather boots. Wu Lan laughed: "Teacher Tang, don't think about losing weight in my house! It's useless to think about it!"

Isn't it?!

In the kitchen, the old lady took a pancake from the pot with residual temperature—the stove fire was baked slowly, the scallion pancakes were baked more crispy, and the scallion oil aroma was more intense.

One bite, crispy and rich, not to mention how beautiful it is!

"Hurry up!" The old lady chewed, and ordered vaguely: "It's too dry, Old Song, get me a bowl of porridge to smooth it out!"

This smoothing, three small pancakes were gone, and Grandma Tang wanted to drink another bowl of porridge, but was hurriedly stopped by Professor Song: "How old are you, don't you know how to restrain yourself? You usually think a big bun is too much for breakfast, this time you eat so much, don't you want your life!"

He, this wife, when she was young, others thought she couldn't eat enough, but she was thinking about being afraid of getting fat. Even when she was old, she was still like this.

Eating so much early in the morning, Professor Song felt uneasy.

Just right, Song Tantan walked in and couldn't help but be happy: "It's okay, it's okay, eat a digestive tablet, and then exercise—Teacher Tang, are you afraid of dogs? If not, let Qiaoqiao take you to feed the dogs! The little lambs on the grassland are also particularly cute!"

Teacher Tang took the digestive tablet and hesitated: "I plan to teach Qiaoqiao Go in the morning..."

"That won't work, that won't work." Qiaoqiao shook his head: "Teacher Xin said there is cultural class in the morning—I have already had a morning self-study!"

Actually, it's the habit of getting up early at home. It's too cold and there's nothing to do, so I just study for a while.

Grandma Tang respected: "Good, good, good! No wonder Old Song said Little Xin is a good teacher—fine! Then we will learn for a while after lunch at noon, okay?"

Ah?

Qiaoqiao was entangled again: "Is the afternoon okay? I have to take Big Bear to pollinate at noon."

"What?" Grandma Tang didn't understand—take Big Bear, to pollinate? Winter, now? Who is Big Bear?

Her eyes turned and aimed at Zhang Yanping, who was kicking his slippers in the courtyard, and looked him up and down:

"Hmm, don't say, this name is quite matching."

Zhang Yanping, who was suddenly stared at by everyone:... Sleeping pants, slippers, holding a cat in his arms, is there anything wrong with me?

There is nothing wrong, it's just that Grandma Tang is a bit anxious—if you don't make a contribution, how can you be embarrassed to ask for hand cream? After all, people gave one.

The old lady suppressed her anxious mentality, and at this moment, she took off her coat in a twisted way, put on the big down jacket provided by Wu Lan, and wrapped it to her calves.

The other party also chattered: "Oh, I said! This pink code is small, no one wears it, I didn't expect Teacher Tang to come! The skin is white and the person is foreign, just right!"

Grandma Tang tried to refuse—this pink is tender, how good it is for young people! But the whole family only has her height of 1.6 meters and small shoulders and thin body!

"It's cold in our village, colder on the river and mountain, your coat is pure wool, right? It will be ruined if you hang it—it's still this down jacket that is practical!"

Wu Lan was very happy—I thought the pink code would be smashed in my hand, but I didn't expect someone to wear it!

"Don't say this big brand is good, this pink is not earthy at all, just right... isn't it, Teacher Tang?"

Teacher Tang was wearing an off-season pink long down jacket, the little old lady's expression was complicated:

"Yes, big brand... it's quite good, pink is also good." ===== CHAPTER 860 =====