Qingyu, this stinky boy, did you eat the bear's heart and leopard's gall? !

How dare she say that she has eaten too much and held on?!

Song Jingshu suddenly raised his eyebrows, crossed his hands on his waist, and put down his hand to take the feather duster on the side, "Qingyu, are you looking for death today?!" If you have itchy skin, just say it, grandma, I'll help you peel off a layer of skin! ”

She slammed her feather duster on the counter, choking on the dust and coughing.

Seeing this, Qingyu raised her head and laughed.

Dashan hesitated and said, "Sister Song, I really only invite three days." ”

"It's already too busy in the building right now! Besides, I'm not a young master from a big family, where can I have the leisure to go to the mountains and rivers......"

As he spoke, the mountain lowered his head.

Knowing that he was thinking about Jingxianglou, Song Jingshu felt a little comforted in his heart.

She patted Dashan on the shoulder with a feather duster, and then realized that her behavior was a little rude, and put down the feather duster again.

Song Jingshu stretched out his hand, patted Dashan's arm, and said solemnly, "Dashan, your own woman is her own pet!" ”

"I'm in charge of this matter! You just have to accompany your daughter-in-law, and I will give you paid leave for these ten days of marriage leave! Don't worry about wages. ”

"As for whether you can be busy or not, I have my own arrangements, you don't have to worry."

Hearing this, Dashan was even more moved.

"It's because Sister Song you're so good to me that I can't do this."

Although Dashan is silent on weekdays, he is actually a stubborn character, and he made a decision that nine cows can't be pulled back, he said seriously, "I only ask for three days, and I also ask Sister Song for approval." ”

"Okay, then I'm ready."

Song Jingshu shook her head helplessly.

This stupid kid, don't even give him paid leave, it's really stupid!

In the next two days, Song Jingshu began to get busy again.

One is to prepare to drink the joy wine of the mountain, and the other is that the cook dug by the red kite has arrived in Ningwu Town.

The last thing is that Zhou Youan has already found someone to calculate the days of marriage.

The twelfth day of the first lunar month is an excellent day.

In other words, there are less than two months left before they get married.

After Zhou Youan ordered someone to send a message to Prime Minister Gao and them, he began to be busy with a series of things. However, it didn't have much impact on Song Jingshu, she still went back and forth between the Zhou family and Jingxiang Building every day.

All matters related to marriage are handled by Zhou Youan personally, and Song Jingshu does not have to worry about it at all.

In Liu's words, where is there such a leisure bride as her!

Therefore, Song Jingshu also had time to meet the cook who came from the first floor of the world wholeheartedly.

Qingyu had already inquired about where the cook was placed by the red kite.

It was a house in the east of the city, and Song Jingshu didn't know that it had become the industry of red kites.

Qingyu has already gone to the bottom, and today the cook is alone at home, and the red kite has gone.

Song Jingshu scoffed, "Didn't you say that the red kite was still recuperating from its injuries?" There was still leisure and leisure wandering around all day, and I saw that the injury on her body must have been pretended, but it was not so serious. ”

Qingyu said a rare fair word, "That's not right!" The red kite's wound was hit by you, and I feel serious when I look at it. ”

"Where did the red kite go?"

Song Jingshu raised her eyebrows and asked.

Qingyu was about to answer, when she heard the voice of a red kite from the corner of the street, "This matter must be done secretly, don't be caught by anyone." ”

What is so mysterious?

Song Jingshu was puzzled, and she and Qingyu hurriedly hid behind the wall of the house opposite.

I saw the fat shopkeeper of Fanxianglou next to the red kite, and at this time he nodded and listened to the red kite.

Seeing that the red kite looked like it was all right, Song Jingshu couldn't help but be shocked.

This woman, this recovery ability is too strong!

In other words, she was whipped so badly that she was afraid that she would not be able to get out of bed for ten days and half a month.

But the red kite, after only five or six days of work, is already able to move around?!

Although the whip marks on the whole body could not be seen in the clothes, but the walking was slightly unnatural, Song Jingshu could still clearly find that the red kite was actually not lightly injured.

Seeing the two of them enter the door, Song Jingshu whispered to Qingyu, "You take me to the roof, let's go and eavesdrop?" ”

"That's what I mean!"

Qingyu nodded, and before Song Jingshu could get ready, she was already holding the collar at the back of her neck.

The two jumped into the air and landed on the roof of the main hall of the Red Kite's house.

If it weren't for Song Jingshu, who had already experienced this feeling of "flying through the clouds", I am afraid that he would have been scared to scream.

Rao was like this, and her face was still snow-white.

It wasn't until he lay on the roof that Song Jingshu's soul came back to his body.

She swallowed, watched Qingyu carefully uncover the tiles, and motioned for her to lean her face over.

Song Jingshu stretched his neck to look down.

I saw three people sitting in the main hall, one was a red kite, one was a fat shopkeeper, and the other was ...... Naturally, it was the cook who was dug up on the first floor of the world.

At this time, the position where the cook was sitting was just below Song Jingshu's position, so he couldn't see his appearance clearly. I could only see that he was sitting upright, and he didn't look like a hunched old man.

There are not many young men who are chefs, and most of them can't stand this kind of fume.

Therefore, most people only begin to learn cooking slowly after middle age.

At that time, in order to support the family, I won't care about what is oily and not oily.

Song Jingshu thought about it carefully, before in the capital, when she was making a dry pot in the kitchen on the first floor of the world, she only saw three chefs.

And these three chefs are all middle-aged men with slightly chubby bodies.

But the man below is clearly not more than forty years old, and he is not fat.

This man is really the cook on the first floor in the world?

Song Jingshu was puzzled.

I only heard the red kite start to speak again, "I still know Song Jingshu's little slut quite well, as long as there is any movement in my Fan Xianglou, she will definitely panic." ”

"This time I closed the door for decoration, which must have aroused her curiosity. In the next few days, she will definitely have enough energy to compete with me. ”

"I'm counting on you both, don't let me down."

The tone of the red kite was a little dignified.

And Song Jingshu on the roof couldn't help but smile secretly in his heart: Who has nothing to do when he is full of food, and wants to be curious about what the decoration of your Fanxianglou looks like, and he has saved enough energy to compete with you?

Does the red kite also think too highly of itself?

Do you know her?

Bah!!!

After a few more innocuous words, the fat shopkeeper quickly left.

It's just that next, a scene in the main hall made Song Jingshu look straight!