The woman took the money, closed the iron door, and quickly handed out two large bowls of mutton soup.

I was afraid that it would be difficult to serve my hands hot, so I deliberately put it in a small basket, as if I was going to a relative to give a gift back, and it didn't look like I was doing business at all.

Li Shengnan handed over another piece of money to use as a deposit, and then got the basket.

The gate was then shut, and the ship crossed the water without a trace.

Song Ci blinked his eyes and muttered:

"It's going to have to be sneaky like this now. ”

She thought that with the fall of the reckless small gang and the recovery of a large number of capable people, the domestic situation should have been very relaxed.

Therefore, a few days ago, she dared to make a big statement in front of Jin Ge and others, and painted cakes empty-handed.

Obviously, they were all fascinated by what they heard, and no one objected, almost giving her the good illusion that Mary Sue was late but arrived through the female aura;

As a result, what does she see now?

Selling a bowl of mutton soup is like fighting a guerrilla against a code!

It wasn't what she thought.

She thought that at the very least, it was time to set a precedent for the eighteen villagers of Xiaogang Village, Fengyang, who had made a record in history, to take the lead in boldly experimenting with the delivery of production to households.

She also told the captain about this, and vigorously encouraged the captain to grab this merit with the sixth uncle of the accountant, and implement the household contract responsibility system in their village as soon as possible.

Song Ci flattened his mouth, a little weak-hearted.

She is a little taken for granted, but her original intention is really good, and she is sure that her proposal is completely in line with the direction of historical development, so it is not a trouble, right?

The future is bright, but the road is tortuous. As long as the result is good, it is normal to experience a little twists and turns along the way.

Tang Seng Xitian has to go through nine hundred and eighty-one difficulties to learn scriptures, this is called good things and many grinds, the point is that there will be good things, hehe.

Song Ci quickly did a good job in psychological construction, and immediately became at ease again, and was so hungry by the tempting aroma of mutton soup that he couldn't stand it, and urged his parents to go home quickly.

Li Shengnan familiarly went to another family selling baked cakes next to him, bought a large bag of baked cakes, and put them in a basket to go home with soup to drink.

Dinner is here, and even Song Zhao and Li Shenxing's share is also prepared.

At this time, there was no hair dryer in the bathhouse, and the hair of the three of them was dripping down, so they didn't dare to delay outside for long, so they hurried home.

As soon as I opened the door, the warmth came to my face, the stove was already burning, and the copper kettle sitting on it was screaming sharply, spitting white steam.

Song Chun'an put down his daughter, went over to lift the kettle, first poured a little hot water to empty the kettle for a few days, and then poured the remaining boiling water into it, and did not forget to pour half of it into the large enamel jar specially for cooling and drying, and when you are in a hurry to drink water, you can drink it with warm water.

After pouring boiling water, he went to fetch another pot of cold water, added a piece of honeycomb coal to the stove, and boiled it.

Over there, Li Shengnan had already taken off the bulky big cotton monkey on his daughter's body, put on a light homely jacket, and untied the soaked white hand towel wrapped around her head, wrapped it in a clean dry hand towel again, and then picked her up.

Song Ci consciously ran to the stove and sat to roast his hair, his eyes did not leave his father, who was eating from the basket, and swallowed saliva unconsciously with his small mouth.

Song Chun'an looked at her daughter's little gluttonous cat and was funny, and broke a piece of sweet sesame sauce baked cake that was charred on the outside and soft on the inside and fed it to her.

Song Cimei bent her eyes and said thank you, Dad, her voice was so sweet that her heart melted away, and she forgot all her worries.

There was no hurry to return the basket and bowl, Song Chunan pinched the girl's bulging little face, and leaned over to ask for a kiss.

Song Ci, who had been fed, was in a good mood and generously gave him a kiss.

Alas, it's really annoying to have a coquettish father.