After listening to Zhao Cheng's words, the few aunts standing at the door of her house and the few girls who came to join in the fun were instantly lost.

Although Zhao Cheng is indifferent, he can't resist being too handsome.

With that domineering temperament, just standing there like that, it will make people feel that his identity is not ordinary.

Mother Song saw that Zhao Cheng was so popular, and she had a sense of pride that my family had such an excellent son.

"Haha, that's it, that's it, okay, we have a son in our small town, so don't beat him." Besides, if you don't have a son, it won't be your turn, but there is still a cabbage in her family that has not been married.

Hearing that he had a son, Song Qing's next-door neighbor couldn't help but sigh.

"Hey, it's a pity, this young man is so handsome, where is this relative of your family, this is the first time I've seen such a good-looking young man."

Listening to the whispering voice, Song Qing squeezed into the crowd and saw the tall and noble Prime Minister Zhao Cheng at a glance.

At this time, Zhao Cheng was standing in front of the pork stall with a machete and chopping ribs for the guests.

He was cold and serious, and there seemed to be a faint starlight in his deep eyes, so that people couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Then he stood there with a machete and concentrated on chopping ribs, with the breath of being unapproachable.

That kind of extravagance, you can't find such a one in this town.

"......" Song Qing looked at the apron, Zhao Cheng, who was helping to sell meat, almost fell off his jaw and didn't close.

Did she go to the wrong set?

Is this Zhao Cheng?

Or who will tell her, Prime Minister, what is he doing?

Do you sell meat?

This slick meat cutting technique, is this to inherit her pork shop?

it!

When Song Qingzheng was in a daze, he heard the side, and the mother who collected the money began to command.

It felt as natural as calling your own child.

"Xiaocheng, chop the pig's feet for the guests, a little bigger."

"Good ......" Hearing his mother-in-law's instructions, Zhao Cheng nodded and put the pig's feet on the cutting board, directly took the machete, click, click, chopped the pieces and put them up, and handed them to her mother over the scale.

That speed is even more proficient than her parents.

"......" Song Qing looked at such a scene, only feeling that he might not have woken up yet.

Prime Minister, should you be cold and handsome and domineering?

You help my mother sell meat, this is not in line with the big guy's temperament at all, okay?

Zhao Cheng naturally saw Song Qing a long time ago, and while he was cutting meat for the guests, he looked up at Song Qing and said hello.

"Up?"

Song Qing nodded subconsciously when she heard his deep voice, if it weren't for the sound of chopping bones, she would really wonder if she hadn't woken up yet.

The first powerful minister in ancient and modern times is selling meat to her mother, this scene, let alone scaring her.

This is even more shocking than seeing him raid his house on TV.

At this time, Song Qing wanted to say very much, big guy, our family can't afford to invite you.

Mother Song looked up at her daughter and said angrily, "What are you doing standing there, take the basket to the field to pluck radishes, stew pork ribs at noon and eat them." ”

Song Qing came back to his senses and nodded, "Okay, Mom, then Zhao Cheng and I went to the field, so I will trouble you to help." ”

Her family sells meat in the town, so her pork stall is very busy when she catches the market, especially in the morning.

"Well, you go, take Yu'er with you, if there is anything to call him."

"......" the corners of Song Qing's mouth twitched.

Boss, that's your son.

Your son is only seven years old, what can the other party do??

He couldn't bear it, but she couldn't bear it.