I have to make love back to my room, I'm a little old man, I'm so stimulated by you young people, what if I want to kiss too?

Then, I found that I had more than enough strength and couldn't kiss it!

Do you want to let people live?

"Ting Shao, Song girl, you want to have a child and go back to the room, don't you see the little old man thinking about his mother?"

Shen Muting "......"

Song Jinyan "......"

Shen Muting & Song Jinyan: "Have a child? Are we fighting? ”

"Uncle Liang, did Song Jinyan bully you?" Shen Muting let go of his hand and turned around and walked to Liang Bo's side.

He treats Uncle Liang like his grandfather, and in this family, no one will be allowed to bully Uncle Liang.

Thinking that back then, Uncle Liang accompanied his grandfather to lay down the world of CMA, it can be said that without Uncle Liang, there would be no current Shen family.

"How could Song Yatou bully me, who in this family dares to bully Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu knocked out his big teeth."

Liang Bo squinted his eyes and waved his hand at Song Jinyan.

"Come here, Miss Song."

Song Jinyan rubbed her neck and walked over.

"Ting Shao, I just ate the rice that Song Yatou brought me, that taste, just cook it for me with my mother, I'll ...... I miss my mother! ”

As he spoke, Liang Bo's eyes turned red again.

Maybe when people get old, they will be like children, and they will be very emotionally fragile!

Song Jinyan stroked Liang Bo's back, "Uncle Liang doesn't cry, you love to eat, Song Yatou will often cook it for you." ”

glanced at Shen Muting beside him, and added, "It's only for Uncle Liang to eat alone, some people eat it and it's a waste of food, they can't even tell the good and bad people, and they don't know how to be the president." ”

"Okay, okay, just for the little old man to eat, don't care about other people."

Well? How do you seem to be talking about yourself?

Shen Muting looked at the two people in front of him and sighed: Sure enough, only the old man and the woman are difficult to raise!

He really thought that Song Jinyan made Liang Bo cry angrily, and with her temperament, it was not difficult to cry alone.

He also loves to eat Song Jinyan's cooking, okay!

"Why is Song Yatou's rice better cooked than the rice at home?" Liang Bo asked puzzled.

"Because it is firewood-fired rice, the pot in which the rice is cooked is heated more evenly, and there is the fragrance of firewood."

Song Jinyan had eaten the rice cooked in Xia Qian's rice cooker before, and he discovered this problem, and the rice cooked in the rice cooker had no way to compare with firewood rice.

"Actually, I cook a lot of dishes, and they are all very delicious. It's just that Shen Yuan doesn't have a stove, and I'm not used to using a gas stove, so I can't make it for Uncle Liang to eat. ”

Song Jinyan shrugged her shoulders, it is difficult for a good woman to have rice without cooking, it is useless to have rice alone, you have to have cooking utensils!

"There will be a stove tomorrow, and you continue to come to Shen Yuan to cook. What do you need, make a list for Uncle Liang. Mr. Shen said faintly, "For three people, the salary will be given according to the menu, one dish, fifty!" ”

Shen Muting didn't give Song Jinyan a chance to refute, he glanced at Song Jinyan extremely innocently, turned around and left Liang Bo's room, and went upstairs.

Song Jinyan felt that this was good, at least he could pay off the debt to the fine man as soon as possible.

Tomorrow, be sure to make a few more specialty dishes.

When Uncle Liang heard Shen Muting's words, his heart blossomed with joy, he really liked Song Jinyan, a little girl, especially her cooking skills.

Of course, he would not admit that he was a lonely old man, and he was worried that there was no one to chat with him, and Song Jinyan happened to like to talk to him about the past.

"Song girl, think about it, list everything you need, and I'll have someone prepare. Don't be afraid of trouble, but make a list of everything that can make your meal good. We have everything in Shen Yuan! ”

Liang Bo took out a small brown leather-covered notebook from the drawer, he brought the glasses, Song Jinyan said the same, he remembered the same.