Song Fuling wanted to beat her younger brother, not because of "the scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice or something", mainly because of that song.

She regretted it.

At that time, why was he lazy and changed the lyrics to "Brother Little General".

Although after Mi Shou learned that song, when she saw her father, she automatically changed the lyrics to her uncle, and when she saw her mother, she called her aunt for a while, and called Master for a while, and asked her to sing with him.

But the original version she taught at first was indeed the little general's brother.

At that time, I thought, doesn't Mi Shou worship and worry about the little general, so let's settle on him, and it is in line with it, as long as that person seems to be able to pierce a line of guns and sweep a piece of stick, I have to establish the child's strength to be on par with that person, and find that kind of excellent role model.

Can?

I already knew that it was better to teach children to sing the Four Strong, and the martial arts of the Four Heroes could actually be used.

This time, Mi Shou saw the "original real person", and Mi Shou also told that that the lyrics were made up by my sister, and it was the little general's brother who was made up by my sister.

Song Fuling picked up the teacup, hoping to drink this scene with tea, and quickly forget about it, just treat it as nothing.

"Sister, the little general's brother also asked you."

"Ask me something."

"Ask you about your words, I said that my sisters write on cakes, and they write well, and they also write in the snow, and they can write well, but I don't know them."

"Ahem, ahem." Qian Peiying hurriedly smoothed her daughter's back, and didn't drink water when she spoke, why didn't she have a long memory.

Song Fuling wiped the water stains from the corners of her mouth with her hand: "Mi Shou, I can't write too many words, don't you know?" ”

At present, the words of the meeting are all blessings, which are those that have to be written on the cake, such as "the willow waist is in the spring breeze, and the birds are in the wind".

Why did you package me as a "talented girl", I was obviously "blind".

Qian Mishou: Sister, it's not good for you to be too modest.

"Sister, I even ate Poria cake today." At the mention of eating, Mi Shou was anxious, tilted his head, and grabbed Qian Peiying's thigh: "Auntie, by the way, did you buy that chicken later?" ”

"You wait a while," Song Fuling pulled her brother, did you say anything nonsense when you ate Poria cake.

"Huh? I said, sister, your name is Poria cocos, and I asked my brother if it was Poria cocos from Poria cake, and my brother said yes. ”

"And then."

"Then I said, then isn't it the same as eating my sister, my brother is just like you just now, choking." After Mi Shou answered, he turned his head: "Auntie, chicken?" ”

It was also at this time that Song Fusheng pushed open the door of the private room, and asked as he walked in: "I went to someone's big house, is that house good?" ”

Qian Mishou covered his stomach: "It's good, it's good, boss, take a closer look, you can't see it, you can't walk, you have to rely on a sedan chair to carry it." I was also carried across the bridge by my brother. I just don't care about the food, I hinted at it, and I don't care, uncle, I want to eat chicken. ”

Chen Dongjia turned around when he arrived at the door.

Obedient and obedient, the little golden nobleman is hungry, how can he be hungry for such a precious baby, it must not be.

So what, the baby wants to eat chicken, right?

Steamed chicken, braised chicken, stir-fried chicken, boiled chicken, crispy chicken, fried chicken, boiled chicken nuggets.

Accompanied by three fresh dings, eight treasure dings, steamed magnolia slices, walking.

Song Fusheng couldn't stop it, saying that he couldn't eat it, Chen Dongjia said, tsk, the outer way, the outer way, the outer brother, isn't it?

Qian Mishou was in the private room, gnawing on the chicken leg and gnawing on the dripping mouth.

Song Poria also agitated her cheeks and munched on it. The younger brother who made her a little tangled before talked nonsense, and now she forgot about it. To be more precise, it's not that I forgot, it's that I can't see the little general anyway, he likes to think and think, and he doesn't have to think about useless things.

Qian Peiying was also eating with the two children, and she got up to add another bowl of rice to herself.

She was hungry for a long time, and she was too worried about Mishou before, but now that the child is back, there is nothing wrong with it, so she will eat.

In other words, only Song Fusheng was busy and was not in the house.

He's pushing with Chen Dongjia.

"Take it, Brother Song, can I call you Brother Song? My brother is a big boy. ”

Song Fusheng said, okay, I should have called Brother Chen.

It's just that it's already added a lot of trouble.

You see, the cake was not enough before, so that Brother Chen was caught in it and was embarrassed, and he was also frightened, even if this matter has passed, but the old lady is sick now, and in the next two or three days, she can't send snacks as promised before.

Then in the morning, Brother Chen accompanied me to the Chengnan Restaurant, helped to explain, and accompanied him to the teahouse, which was also explained by favors, which was already very embarrassing.

How can you eat and drink here, and bring something to take, there is no such reason.

Brother Chen, quickly send everyone back, my brother can't ask for it.

"Tsk," Chen Dongjia's chubby face trembled, and his fat face was flat, saying Brother, I've found you, the biggest shortcoming is that you are always polite to my brother.

What is the use of my brother? Call brother, brother is used at this time.

And:

"The fodder that my family feeds the horses is really worthless, and the little bad flour and broken rice is not worth much. What kind of horse is my horse? Good rice is bran and licorice, eat some leftovers from restaurants, and rice is to gnaw all kinds of straws, and carry it ruthlessly.

But what kind of horse is the horse that the Guogong Mansion gave you? You go outside and look at the little eyes of others, can people eat that, don't wronged others. Listen to me, don't grind. ”

After Chen Dongjia finished speaking, he instructed the servant to move the best horse licorice, flour and rice, frozen spinach, frozen celery, and various frozen vegetables and gourds stored in the restaurant to the car. But he was busy enough, but he was afraid that Zhang Luo would be late, and Song Fusheng's family would leave early.

In the end, he took a large jar of honey handed over by the shopkeeper, Chen Dongjia hugged it and stuffed it into Song Fusheng's arms, he gave all the honey stored in the restaurant for food, and thought, wait for the next time, this time I am in a hurry, I am not prepared, and I will get more to send to Song Fusheng next time.

"No, it's precious."

"Take it, it's not for you, it's for the pony, you hurry up."

Song Fuling, who was going downstairs, couldn't hold back her smile again.

This scene is very similar to the modern Chinese New Year, uncles and aunts give New Year's money, parents say no, uncles and aunts say it's not for you, for children, hurry up.

"Wow, Mishou?"

Song Fusheng's family sat in the carriage, and Song Fusheng reminded Mi Shou in a whisper: "Probe, go and say hello to your uncle." ”

Qian Mishou probed outside the car and waved at Chen Dongjia and the shopkeeper: "Uncle, see you next time, you help us put away the steamer." ”

"Sigh, rest assured." But it was bad for Chen Dongjiale, the kid not only talked to him, but even had to give him a special opinion, shouting loudly: "Slow down, slow down." ”

Some customers wondered, who is this?

Who, don't tell you.

He greets the rich and noble every day, but only if they are guests, he is a restaurantkeeper, and there is no possibility of crossing the line with the rich and noble. This is the first time, and maybe you can get involved with a real rich person.

And Song Fusheng and them, when they came, they had two cars, and it was spectacular to go back.

Pulling three big boxes, pulling horses for "feed", plus buying from their own homes, and there are tsundere ponies next to them.

Song Fuling lifted the curtain and looked at the little BMW, she was also curious.

But after the little BMW glanced at her, he let out a snort and twisted his head to the side.

"Che, I don't want to deal with you yet."