"Good, good, no thanks. Su Meng grabbed Xingyan and said, "What to eat in the morning." ”

"We are dumplings, you clear porridge and pickles. Song Qing walked forward with his hands behind his back.

"I'm fine. Su Meng took a quick step to catch up with Song Qingzhi, "I'll go to the old monk right away, you're still afraid that I won't have porridge and pickles to eat." I'm sure I'll come back to see you with a dish, Song Zi, you're okay. Su Meng pretended to be pleading.

Song Qingzhi was unmoved, "Remember to eat, don't remember the pain." "Go through the Moon Gate.

Song Qingzhi handed Xingyan half a dumpling and ate it with his hands, and Su Meng drank bland white porridge with capers and various side dishes.

Su Mengsheng drank porridge without love, but his eyes were staring at Song Qingzhi, Song Qingzhi didn't look at him, and while taking care of Xingyan, he ate quietly by himself.

Su Meng put the pickles into the porridge, only to feel a little tasteful, and handed over a peeled egg, Su Meng tilted the corners of her lips, "You still have a conscience." Stuffed it into his mouth, and angrily propped up a leg on the stool, "I'm going to take all the food that Aunt Song brought and took away." ”

Song Qingzhi's face was solemn, "Su Meng, can I tell my mother that you are the old man." ”

Su Meng shook her head, "It's not that I can't trust my aunt, but I don't want to bring her any uneasiness, otherwise I won't be able to atone for my sins." ”

"Unless you recognize it like I do. ”

Su Meng put her arms on her laps, her hands supporting her head, and she was melancholy, "I also think that if Aunt Song knows that I am a former aunt, she will definitely feel distressed to death, and I will ask for it from me, and when the time comes, I will definitely pester her to ask for everything she has eaten when she was a child." Aunt Song will definitely satisfy me. ”

And then he pushed himself to death over and over again. Song Qing held a poisonous tongue.

"Look at your vicious mind, why don't you want me to be better. Su Meng picked up a chopstick and made a gesture to hit Song Qingzhi.

"When to go. Song Qingzhi finished eating and picked up the remaining dumplings on an empty plate to prevent sticking.

"Sister-in-law Xing will get out of the box as soon as I pack it. Su Meng secretly grabbed a dumpling and stuffed it into her mouth.

Song Qingzhi lowered his eyes, the corners of his lips curled, and he dialed three dumplings and handed them to Su Meng, "Please also invite the Taoist to eat them in a dignified manner." ”

After breakfast, Su Meng played a set of fists in the courtyard, and Shuyan walked over, "Childe, the carriage and horses are ready." ”

Su Meng picked up Xingyan on his back, "Let's go." "Get into the wagon. Seeing that Song Qingzhi also came up, Su Meng frowned deeply

"I'm not sending you, I have something to go out for, drop by. ”

Su Meng was disdainful, with an expression that you thought I would believe you.

Song Qing was silent

The carriage moved forward, and when it reached the intersection, Song Qing got up and got out of the car."

Come back early. ”

"Got it. Su Meng shouted to Song Qingzhi, who turned over and got on the horse, "What a handsome skill." ”

Song Qingzhi waved his hand and rode his horse to another road

"What did your son-in-law do? Su Meng chatted with Ono, who was driving the car.

"According to the custom, I will invite the soul of the former son to return home for the New Year. ”

"Uh..."

Chapter eighty-seven

The group came back with large bags and small bags, live chickens, ducks and fish, all kinds of roasted goods, snacks, and bought silk and satin, children's things, everyone returned with a full load.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Song Qingzhi knew that Mrs. Song was coming, so he put down his things and took Su Meng and Song Tang to find Mrs. Song.

Mrs. Song took off the cloth towel on her head and swept the dust off her body, "Purple Kite asked someone to carry the changed ones to the car." ”

"Mother, you're here. Song Qing strode into the door

Mrs. Song smiled and squinted her eyes and quipped, "This year, I have been happy to stay with my child, and this festival must be very lively." ”

"Don't ask knowingly. Song Qingzhi helped Mrs. Song to sit down, "When did you come?" ”

"It's only been more than two hours. Mrs. Song looked at Su Meng with a smile, and Su Meng saluted Mrs. Song, "Give Song in advance... Mrs. New Year's greetings, I wish Mrs. Song a healthy body and mind, and all the best. ”

Mrs. Song took out the red envelope, "Thank you, Daoist Su Meng, this is a little careful, please don't shirk." ”

Su Meng stepped forward and took it, "Thank you, Mrs. Song." ”

"Mother, mine. Song Tang ran over and shook Mrs. Song's sleeve.

"Your junior high school has been given again and again, have you caused trouble for your eldest brother. Mrs. Song wiped the sweat on Song Tang's forehead

"No, mother, I asked in one day, and now I still remember it very clearly, the method taught by Brother Su Meng is good, I don't seem to be so scared of reading, I want to live here with my eldest brother." Song Tang was also excited to see Mrs. Song, and kept chattering.

Song Qingzhi was crisp and neat, "Don't think about it." ”

"Okay, now that we're all back, let's make dumplings together. Mrs. Song led people to the warm pavilion.

Song Qing took Su Meng and Song Tang washed his hands and came over, and there was a Xingyan crawling on the bed of the warm pavilion at this time, playing crazy among all kinds of gadgets.

Mrs. Song mixed five kinds of fillings, and also mixed several colors of dough with vegetable juice, purple kite and wisteria rolling skin, and Mrs. Song wrapped more than a dozen of them in a while.

Song Qingzhi and Su Meng were next to each other, "Don't you need me to teach you." ”

Su Meng glanced at Song Qingzhi, "Zhun Bao is better than what you packed." ”

The two of them were more energetic, and after wrapping up, they handed it to Mrs. Song, "Mother, comment." "Aunt Song, comment. "In unison.

Mrs. Song lowered her head and pinched the dumplings in her hand, and casually praised, "It's all good, whether it's my aunt's or my child's, it's okay to keep my child." Mrs. Song looked up and saw Su Meng, only to feel speechless, "I'm sorry, Dao Chang." "Just now, I really went back to the childhood of Xi Miao and Song Qingzhi in a trance, and the two children accompanied her to keep the New Year, and made dumplings with her according to the customs of the north.

"Madame, it's okay. Su Meng smiled and lowered his head to put down the dumplings, he also called the wrong one just now, and secretly bumped into Song Qingzhi, "Shut up." ”

"I didn't say anything. Song Qing lowered his eyebrows and picked up the dough again.

"I can't prepare for a rainy day. Su Meng wiped a finger of flour from Song Qing and smiled.

"Happy?" Song Qingzhi raised his eyes

Mrs. Song was even more sure in her heart that the two were not first acquaintances.

Su Meng secretly made a mark on the dumplings that Mrs. Song wrapped in copper coins, and Song Qing slapped his hand fiercely, "It's about to break." You also believe in this. ”

"Cultivation is not a human being, who doesn't want to be lucky. Su Meng shook his hand, "I have a grudge against you, shoot so hard." ”

Song Qingzhi stretched out his hand in front of him, "I'll shoot you back." ”

"It's not interesting to send it to the door. Pushing Song Qingzhi's hand away, when Song Qingzhi withdrew it, there was a crisp snap, Su Meng turned around and laughed, hiding far away.

Song Qing didn't chase after him, stood in place, and glanced at him coldly, "Naïve." "After all, there are a lot of outsiders standing in the room." ”

After washing her hands, dumplings were cooking in the kitchen, and Mrs. Song took out the new clothes, shoes and socks and distributed them to Song Qingzhi and Su Meng. Quietly pulled Song Qingzhi aside, "I put the new clothes I made for Xi Miao in your room, remember to burn them to him tomorrow." ”

“… Good. Song Qing replied, he would give it to him, so he didn't need to burn it.

Mrs. Song accompanied the three of her little brothers to eat, the banquet was joyful, Su Meng ate with a smile, and tasted that the dish was made by Mrs. Song in one bite, and he raised a glass to Mrs. Song, "Mrs. Su Meng Xie is thoughtful and hospitable." ”

Mrs. Song smiled, "You're welcome, I should thank you even more, I'll call you Chao'er, who is older than you or Liu'er." ”

"Me. Song Qingzhi put half of the dumplings that bit out the copper coin and put it on Su Meng's plate.

Su Meng kicked Song Qingzhi under the table, "It's the same big." ”

Mrs. Song smiled warmly, "The same age is the most like-minded, and they will take care of each other more in the future, and it is a good thing to have a companion if you are alone for a long time." ”

Song Qingzhi glanced at Mrs. Song, but Mrs. Song and Su Meng clinked glasses and didn't look at their son's eyes.

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