"Mrs. Xiao, what are you?" Song Fu picked up the bowl, picked up a sour bamboo shoot, looked at it carefully, and asked, "This is a bamboo shoot, right?" Haven't all the bamboo shoots grown into bamboo now? How can there be such tender bamboo shoots? ”

Xie Yuluo said with a smile: "This is a sour bamboo shoot, I pickled it when the bamboo shoots came out, it was sour and crispy, it was very delicious, I don't know if you like it or not!" ”

Song Changqing doesn't like spicy food, but he likes to eat sour, and when he heard the words, he sandwiched one.

It's really sour and crispy.

Sour bamboo shoots?

Song Changqing was a little puzzled: "How can bamboo shoots make a sour taste?" Did you put bitter wine in it? ”

Xie Yuluo shook her head: "No, I didn't put bitter wine, I just cooked the sour bamboo shoots and cooled them, then put them in cold boiled water, soaked them for half a month, and then took them out, and they were sour." ”

Song Changqing sandwiched another piece, it was really delicious, and he liked it very much.

The omelette is hearty, and the egg whites are crispy and fragrant. The chive quiche has the fragrance of chives and eggs, and when you bite into it, it is also very crispy. These ordinary home-cooked snacks were made by Xie Yuluo even better than the chefs in Xianjulou.

Xie Yuluo was a little nervous when she first looked at Song Changqing's brows.

After all, this person is the big boss of Xianju Building, he has never seen anything delicious, and he takes such a simple breakfast to entertain others, and he doesn't know whether people eat or not.

But seeing that he kept sandwiching sour bamboo shoots, he also ate a lot of fried eggs and egg cakes, and drank up the porridge.

Xie Yuluo breathed a sigh of relief: the taste should be okay!

After breakfast, Xie Yuluo went to get a small jar of sour bamboo shoots and gave it to Song Fu: "Mr. Song, your son-in-law likes to eat sour bamboo shoots, I have some here, you take a jar over." It's not a precious thing, but you should eat less, after all, it's pickled! ”

Song Fu hurriedly took it: "Then thank you Mrs. Xiao." ”

Childe ate a lot when he ate at that time, and his own son likes to eat sour food, he must like to eat it.

After breakfast, Xie Yuluo was about to follow Song Changqing to the town.

She told the two children to stay at home well, and then went out of the house and followed Song Changqing's carriage to the town.

The carriage soon disappeared into the village, and Xiao Jin came out of the hidden place and looked curiously in the direction in which the carriage had gone.

He saw clearly just now that the person in the carriage was Song Changqing!

It's the shopkeeper of the Xianju Building!

What kind of place is Xianjulou, what kind of character is Song Changqing, Song Changqing, who is one of the best in the town, handsome and dashing, rich and rich, how could he know Xie Yuluo?

Could it be that this Xie Yuluo is really the reincarnation of the fox spirit, as long as she wants to, there is no man who can't hook up?

Xiao Jin took a sip and said disgustedly: "Shameless! ”

Since Song Changqing got into the carriage, he had been closing his eyes and recuperating, and Xie Yuluo couldn't disturb him, so he could only turn his head to look at the scenery outside.

The carriage galloped on the country road, a little bumpy, Xie Yuluo clung to the window lattice, quietly looking at the scenery outside.

Between the clear water and green water, when the carriages and horses were galloping, the oncoming air was fresh and pure, Xie Yuluo couldn't help but close her eyes, take a deep breath, and quietly enjoy the pure air and cool breeze outside.

The atmosphere fell silent suddenly, except for the sound of horses' hooves and the wheeling of cars outside.

The moment Xie Yuluo closed her eyes, Song Changqing opened her eyes and looked at her.

It seems that it was just an illusion that he had just closed his eyes and recuperated.

The beautiful side face is like made in heaven, and the delicacy of not applying powder makes people can't take their eyes off it at a glance. It's like a deep well, and you can't help but look into it, but you can't see anything but your own reflection.

However, after many days of anxiety and restlessness, when he saw Xie Yuluo, he seemed to be a different person, although he was not anxious and restless, he was like a child who had not grown up, at a loss, and did not know where to place.

Song Changqing is not a person who doesn't understand anything, he knows what is wrong with him.

He silently closed his eyes, resolutely shutting out the delicacy from sight, the corners of his mouth curled into a slit, and he smiled mockingly.

He boasted that he had read so many books of sages, and in the end, he was still a vulgar person.

The carriage soon arrived at the Xianju Building, Song Changqing wanted to let Xie Yuluo rest, but Xie Yuluo didn't agree, and went directly to the back kitchen.

The two came to the kitchen, there was half a pig in the kitchen, and Xie Yuluo cut off the part of the tip of the back buttocks. Song Changqing had been standing aside, watching her ten fingers fly up and down.

Her fingertips were thin and long, and when she held the bright knife, a faint white light flashed, shaking Song Changqing's eyes, but he didn't feel dazzling at all, that white light was not as dazzling as her ten fingers.

The whiteness almost made him look away, not daring to look at it again.

There was also a chef in the room, it was Master Yuan, the chef of Xianju Building, who was looking at Xie Yuluo's hand carefully and seriously at the moment.

He couldn't take his eyes off how Xie Yuluo made a dish that he, a chef, couldn't cook!

Song Changqing glanced at Song Fu, "Let Master Yuan go out first, there are other things to be busy in the kitchen!" ”

Song Fu: "But Mrs. Xiao asked Master Yuan to watch here!" ”

It was Mrs. Xiao who asked Master Yuan to watch here, besides, Master Yuan is still his own person, how could Gongzi call his own people out.

Song Changqing took two steps forward and stood in front of Xie Yuluo, with undoubted certainty, "I can also cook, I'll watch here, you let Master Yuan go and do the rest first, and I will teach him when the time comes!" ”

Song Fu only thought that the son wanted Master Yuan to be busy with the others, so he hurriedly called Master Yuan out.

Of course, Master Yuan was obedient and went out immediately, before Song Fu left, Song Changqing glanced at him: "Don't you have anything else?" ”

His brain turned quickly, and he immediately said: "Yes, yes, son, I'm going out to get busy!" ”

When he got out of the kitchen door, Song Fu touched his nose, he had nothing else to do.

Usually I follow Childe every step of the way, why does Childe want to bombard himself this time?

Song Fu looked at the closed kitchen door with some surprise.

There are now only Song Changqing and Xie Yuluo left in a stove room.

No one else looked at the white fingers this time.

Xie Yuluo didn't know what was happening around her at the moment, she was completely immersed in her personal world at the moment.

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