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Chapter 57 Is the Son a Big Boss?Second watch

Half an hour later, Song Hongguo poked the meat with her chopsticks and pierced through it easily. She couldn't help complaining about the system, "Is the meat in your era already as tender as tofu?"

"It seems that you are not from that era." The system replied unconvinced.

"I've been wearing it for 23 years, where are you?"

"...43."

"Oh, how fast the times are changing, it's not an exaggeration to say that they are changing with each passing day. It's like changing the sky in three to five years. What is the difference in 20 years, do I need to say?" At least her system could only exist in novels at that time. In the author's imagination.

The system felt guilty, so he had to say, "Don't you want to raise pigs? Then you can eat local pork. If you can't, you can buy it on the black market. Moreover, you will have meat tickets every month after you go to work."

"I'm asking you if you're touched by the half-jin meat ticket every month?"

"..."

Song Hongguo saw that it stopped talking, and then the fire started to collect the juice. The thicker the soup, the more beautiful the color of the meat, and the more soaked in the taste. Finally, I saved a little to mix with rice, although the quality of the meat is not good. It's the same, but it's still very fragrant after adding so many ingredients and stewing it out.

The rice has been cooked for a long time, the white rice is crystal clear, and the rich reddish-brown soup is poured on it.

It won't be exchanged for a god!
"No wonder my brother likes to eat this one the most!" Ling Yuan's pretty face was stuffed like a little squirrel, and he still sighed.

It is also rare for Ling Zhi to lose his youthful sophistication. His eyes were shining, full of joy, and a bit of sadness of memories. He didn't speak, but looked at Song Hongguo with a thousand words in his eyes. He thought, in the future, he must be right She is better, better than her future biological child.

Song Hongguo picked up a lot of meat for the brothers, but she only ate a few pieces herself. Seeing this, Ling Yuan couldn't help asking, "Mom, why don't you eat?"

"Too greasy."

"..."

She is obviously telling the truth, but the two little guys don't believe it, why would anyone feel greasy?That's absolutely impossible, it must be because the mother wanted them to eat more and said that on purpose, because their father is also like this, when they encounter delicious food, they will say they don't like it and save it for them.

This moved the two of them so much that their eye circles turned red.

Song Hongguo, "..."

No, she really thinks it's greasy, she doesn't want to impress anyone!

The system jumped out and said in a weird way, "You are really getting better at being human. This wave of buying people's hearts, tsk tsk, it's no wonder that these two little bastards can hide from it?"

Song Hongguo almost rolled her eyes, "They don't believe you, are you blind too? Is that my trick? Besides, do I need to play tricks to buy people's hearts?"

The system snorted, and continued to be ambiguous, "Then who knows? Maybe you worry about raising someone with so much effort, and then they go to find their biological parents. Isn't that a waste of work? Of course, they have to cultivate their relationship while they are young." , win people's hearts, and enjoy the filial piety of your son in the future."

After hearing these words, Song Hongguo was not enraged, but suddenly asked, "It seems that you think the two of them will have great achievements in the future. They can't be big bosses, right?"

"..." Has the host become a spirit?
Song Hongguo laughed when she saw it was silent, "It seems that I guessed it right. If not, you wouldn't be so sour as if you had blown up a vinegar factory. You must be jealous of me. That's right, having two such promising people at once Son, it’s simply a life of lying down and winning, so what are you still fighting for, just wait another ten years and let your son respect you.”

"Didn't you feel shameful on such a day? Don't you feel ashamed? Don't you feel that life is boring?"

"No, it's obviously beautiful like sitting on a cloud, right? Hahaha, you're impatient!"

"..."

What kind of host is this?It will bully it, but it also laughs at the hosts bound by other systems to be bad, and the result?Now it's his turn to slap him in the face.

After the meal, the two little fellows were still in charge of washing. Song Hongguo made tea, and sat in the bamboo chair under the front building with an enamel jar, squinting his eyes comfortably. The sun was shining warmly on his body. Occasionally blown by the wind, the sparse sounds are as pleasant as the sounds of nature, and there is still a little cold fragrance of wintersweet at the other end. Not far away, a few sparrows are jumping on the persimmon tree, suddenly, and again Flapping its wings and flying away, the big white goose in the pond under the tree was startled, quacking.

But at this moment, the two winter jasmines planted in the crevices of the stones around the pond, before they knew it, were already full of small yellow flowers, announcing that spring had really come.

After finishing their busy work, the two little guys ran over with a smile, surrounded her and went to read the books hanging on the steps, absorbing knowledge from them with admiration, like thirsty travelers in the desert, wishing to soak in the sea of ​​books.

Song Hongguo also took a book to read. Novels that extolled the main theme of the moment were definitely not her favorites in the past, but now, maybe she was infected by the child, or maybe she had no choice, but she still read it with gusto.

Drinking tea, eating melon seeds, reading a book, and sitting in such a big yard, most of the dreams of the previous life have come true. Song Hongguo was indulging in such a pleasant time when she heard the door slamming up.

In the village, no one usually closes the gate, let alone bolts the gate from the inside, unless it is at night to sleep, but Song Hongguo is used to private spaces from later generations, and the open gate makes her feel very insecure. Besides, the yard is so big, if she was in the house, she wouldn't know anyone came in.

Like now, when the door slams, at least it can give a warning.

"Who's here?"

"I'll open the door!"

After a while, Ling Zhi walked back with Zhao Zhenhua. Seeing this, Song Hongguo's depression of being disturbed dissipated. He got up and smiled and said hello, "Why is cousin here?"

Zhao Zhenhua walked around the pond and saw her, the set of bamboo tables and chairs, and the book spread out. When he got closer and saw the melon seeds and tea, he couldn't help admiring in his heart. After a few days, life is going well, and he responded, "I'm here to tell you something."

"Sit down and talk." Song Hongguo grabbed a handful of melon seeds for him, and then told Ling Zhi to make tea.

Soon, Lexus came over with tea, brewed in an enamel jar with the words Serve the People printed on the outside of the jar.

Zhao Zhenhua held it in the palm of his hand and was not in a hurry to drink it. He saw that there were three enamel jars on the table, which were obviously used by the three of them. There are so many enamel jars?

This is a rare thing. Most people use bowls to hold water when they entertain guests at home. An enamel jar can be displayed for a long time. Like his house, only his father has one, and it was issued by the commune. His father is rare. I was reluctant to use it, let alone take it out so casually.

Maybe it was because his gaze was too strong, Song Hongguo figured out something, and explained, "The ones my adoptive father bought all have some minor flaws, so I don't use industrial rolls."

In fact, it wasn't, but Song Hongguo bought it from a grain and oil store. She said that just to give a reasonable excuse.

(End of this chapter)