After paying for the meat, Song Qing carried the ribs to the vegetable seller and bought a little green vegetables, and then bought a little bamboo shoots.

After buying the things, Song Qing walked out of the vegetable market with his things and came to the place where he parked his battery car.

After putting the dishes away, Song Qing rode in the car and went to the supermarket to buy two handfuls of noodles, and by the way, he also bought three large bowls of noodles.

In this way, Song Qing rode back home.

Walking on the road on a battery car, Song Qing's eyes inadvertently fell on the place where the roadside stall was set up.

There was an old man buying shoes at a stall at this time.

Shoes are naturally very cheap, such as canvas shoes, slippers, cloth shoes, etc.

Song Qing's eyes fell on the flip-flops and couldn't help but stop the battery car.

"Grandpa, how much is a pair of flip-flops?"

The old man sitting at the edge of the stall looked up at Song Qing and said with a smile, "The small one is ten yuan a pair, and the big one is fifteen." ”

After Song Qing parked the car, he squatted on the stall and picked up the pair of small slippers and looked at them.

Flip-flops, that is, they are simple and good-looking, and they are easy to wear, and they can be worn at any time.

Even if you wear it outside, it looks good, and even Song Qing will occasionally wear flip-flops directly out of the door.

Song Qing took a pair of small and a large pair and handed them to the old man, "I want these two pairs." ”

After paying for slippers, Song Qing rode towards home.

After returning home again, Song lightly carried the dishes to the kitchen and began to get busy.

Wash the ribs, boil them once, pour out the blood water, and wash Song Qing with cold water before putting the ribs into the pot and officially boiling.

After putting the seasoning, ginger and garlic, Song lightly covered the pot and went to wash the small greens and bamboo shoots.

Speaking of which, Song Qing had an illusion.

She felt like she was married now.

Time passed slowly, and the smell wafted from the kitchen.

More than half an hour later, Song Qing divided the boiled noodles into three large bowls, and poured the pork rib soup into the large bowls one by one.

Pork ribs with soup and baby greens, and a sprinkle of chopped green onions at the end.

It's very appetizing when you look at it.

"Zhao Cheng, Zhao Yu came out to eat ......"

As soon as Song Qing tilted his head and was about to call someone, he found that Zhao Cheng was standing there with the kitchen door and looking at her.

"Walking silently, when are you standing there, scared to death." Song said softly and patted his chest.

Zhao Cheng glanced at her and said in a deep voice, "I see that you are very serious, I didn't bother you." ”

Song pointed to the noodles with a light sigh, "That's right, take this noodles out and burn them to death." ”

"yes, okay." Zhao Cheng answered and walked into the kitchen and came to her.

Looking at the three bowls of steaming noodles, Zhao Cheng reached out and touched Song Qing's head, "It's hard work." ”

This man, don't you want to be so familiar.

Song Qing was suddenly touched his head, and subconsciously couldn't help but take a step back.

Zhao Cheng glanced at the noodles that were placed there behind her.

If you knock it over, it's going to get hot.

Zhao Cheng's eyes were quick, and he stretched out his hand to wrap around her waist and pull the person into his arms.

"Be careful."

The man's voice was magnetic and low, and it gently reached her ears.

Song Qing suddenly felt as if his little heart had been lightly slashed by countless feathers.

It was as if countless flowers bloomed in an instant.

After Song Qing came back to his senses, he quickly reached out against his chest and came out of his arms.

"That, thank you." Song said softly, took a handkerchief, picked up a bowl of noodles, and turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

It was fast, and it felt like a ghost was chasing her behind her.

It wasn't until the noodles were brought to the table that Song Qing sat down, and I felt my heart beating a little fast.

Zhao Yu leaned on the coffee table and supported half of his face with one hand. He tilted his head and looked at the mother who was sitting next to him with a thief's heart, and couldn't help but speak: "Auntie, your face is so red." ”