Of course, "Tibetan wind gathering" is an idealized environmental model.

In real life, as long as the terrain or buildings in the rear are higher than the front, the terrain or buildings on the left are higher than those on the right, and the Mingtang is open, this environment has the conditions for "Tibetan wind gathering".

A house that can avoid harmful winds and harmful gases, and hide favorable winds and favorable atmospheres, is called a house that "gathers Tibetan wind".

If a house wants to achieve "Tibetan wind gathering", it must first have sufficient sunlight, air circulation, and suitable temperature and humidity.

If the house you live in is windy, it will be blown away by the strong wind, even if there is a "strong qi" condensing.

Conversely, if the wind is too slow, the air will not circulate and a better aura will not be introduced.

The location of Grandpa Song and Grandma's small building obviously began to take shape with a feng shui pattern of "Tibetan wind gathering qi".

The location of the small building is obviously seen by a "knowledgeable" master, and the location is excellent.

Those who have lived here for a long time will be open-minded and blessed with longevity.

"Lemon is here..."

Grandma Song was very happy to see Song Ning, pulling Song Ning with one hand and Song Wan with the other hand to sit on the sofa.

"Sure enough! When my grandmother saw her sisters, she forgot about me! ”

Song Rui frowned and muttered, "Other people's families are patriarchal, but ours is just the opposite." ”

Grandma Song glanced at him with a smile and nodded thoughtfully, "Indeed!" ”

Song Rui immediately cooperated with a crying face, which made everyone laugh.

Grandma Song's silver-white hair, wearing a well-cut long-sleeved dress, her nails are neatly trimmed, and her attitude is gentle and polite, which makes people feel good.

As a senior face control, Song Ning completely left Qiao Bo behind after seeing Grandma Song.

Grandma Song's dress, even if it is placed in the future when the media is developed, will not lose at all.

Who doesn't love such a delicate and charming "little sister"!

"Grandma, I want to kill you..."

Song Ning leaned on Grandma Song's arm and coquettishly.

Grandma Song deliberately looked at her with a straight face, "Really?" If you really miss me, then why didn't you come to see me for so long? ”

"Grandma, it's me who's bad... It's none of Lemon's business! ”

Qiao Bo was afraid that Grandma Song would blame Song Ning, so he hurriedly stood up and took the responsibility on himself.

"Look... This kid is serious! ”

Grandma Song pointed at Qiao Bo and began to laugh, and Song Ning also covered her mouth and snickered.

"It's a good one! The boss has found a good husband for Ningning! ”

Grandpa Song also praised Qiao Bo, "Do a good job!" ”

"Yes!"

Qiao Bo shook his fingers embarrassedly, sometimes the more he cared, the more nervous he became...

Although Grandma Song kept holding Song Wan's hand, everyone never snubbed her.

But looking at Song Ning's familiar appearance with everyone, Song Wan clenched her fingers.

"Sister Song Ning, let's go to the kitchen to help Mom! I'm afraid she won't be able to keep busy..."

Song Wan stood up suddenly and said to Song Ning with a smile.

Song Ning was slightly stunned, go to the kitchen to help?

Grandpa Song has a special chef here, so he didn't let those people come because it was a family gathering today.

But the chef has already processed all the dishes needed for noon, and Fu Xinyi only needs to heat up a few dishes simply.

Song Wan may not have been clear when she returned to Song's house, and Song Ning didn't mention it, nodding lightly.

Grandma Song's smile deepened, "Good boy! All good boys! I know that I feel sorry for my mother..."

Qiao Bo wanted to get up to help, but was gently held down by Song Ning, "I'll go with Song Wan!" You accompany Grandpa and they have a conversation..."

As long as she doesn't have to cook, Song Ning thinks she can do it!

Besides, she also wanted to see what Song Wan's purpose was...

"Why are you here? There's nothing going on here, Sister-in-law Zhang has almost taken care of it..."

Fu Xinyi is just working in the kitchen, and it is Sister-in-law Zhang who is really busy.

Sister-in-law Zhang works cleanly, her hands and feet are nimble, and she speaks and does things very brightly, and she has been working on Grandpa Song's side for several years.

"I pulled Sister Song Ning to help... I thought you were the only one in the kitchen..."

Song Wan bit her lower lip, "Before... When I was at home, the women in the village were busy preparing the family's meals..."

"When others are full, they can pick up some leftovers on the table and eat them cold..."

"I thought you were the same..."

After Song Wan finished speaking, she clasped her fingers uneasily and lowered her head.

Fu Xinyi's face immediately brought pity, she still knew that she was distressed...

"Good boy..."

"Xinyi, the dish is almost over, will it be served outside for a while or now?"

Sister-in-law Zhang called out to Fu Xinyi, and Fu Xinyi patted Song Wan's hand and signaled her not to be restrained.

"Wait for Wenbo and them to come, and then go outside..."

Before Fu Xinyi's words could be finished, she was interrupted by a low and wide male voice.

"The dishes are all ready! Looks like we're late..."

Song Wenbo walked in with his usual smile, "There is something going on in Zifen's unit, I can't come, I'm bothering my sister-in-law today..."

Song Wenbo always wore a three-point smile when he spoke, which made people feel disgusted.

"Look at what you're saying..."

"Everyone knows the nature of Zifen's work, and we can't delay!"

Li Zifen is the chief physician of the hospital, and she is very busy at work, not to mention Fu Xinyi, Song Wenbo counted her when he saw her.

"Grandpa... Grandmother... Uncle..."

Song Wenbo was followed by two young men with different appearances, Song Zirui and Song Tianheng.

Although the two of them are twins, they have no similarities in appearance, and their personalities are also very different.

"Second uncle... Brother Zirui, Brother Tianheng..."

Song Rui stood up and greeted warmly, although his father was the eldest, he got married late, so he and Song Wan's seniority had gone backwards.

Song Ning and Song Wan also called people politely.

Song Wenbo responded with a smile, and called Song Zirui and Song Tianheng to help serve the dishes.

Song Ning brought the last pot of soup over, and the dishes were quickly ready.

"Sister Song Ning, I'll come!"

Song Wan walked over and stretched out her hands to the soup pot, wanting to take the soup pot in Song Ning's hand.

"No..."

Song Ning glanced at her speechlessly, why did you go earlier!

When she served this pot of soup just now, Song Wan didn't know why she stood there stunned, as if she didn't see it.

When she was about to come out, what was she doing in a hurry?

The soup bowl is not hot when you first hold it in your hand, but it is a little hot after a while.

Song Ning was already a little unable to hold it, Song Wan was still here and bothered, and Song Ning's heart gradually became irritable.

"Get out of the way!"

"Sister Song Ning... I..."

Song Wan looked up pitifully, but a mocking smile hung on the corner of her mouth.

Song Ning raised her eyebrows, what is wrong with the heroine?

Facial schizophrenia?

Soon Song Ning knew what Song Wan was thinking...

Song Wan quickly pushed the soup pot with her right hand, and the soup in the pot was about to be poured on Song Ning's body.

Song Ning subconsciously tilted the soup pot outside, who knew that Song Wan's hand was waiting for her on the side!

Song Ning couldn't catch up, and part of the soup was poured directly on Song Wan's hands.

"Ahh

Song Wan screamed miserably, crying and said to Song Ning: "Sister Song Ning, I just want to help you..."