Chapter 213

However, he was watching TV and didn't seem to hear it.

"Hello, it's time to eat!" She did not go over, just stood there and cried.

"What do you mean, hello? Doesn't my son have a name? What's your attitude? " When the stepmother saw that she didn't even have a title, and her attitude was not good, she got angry all of a sudden.

Song Qingcheng flattened her mouth. Knowing that her stepmother was deliberately picking fault, she didn't let her feel better. Instead, she said in a sweet voice, "husband, come to dinner."

At that moment, she was so angry that the corners of her mouth were pulling out, and the teeth of her shell were all biting and creaking.

Her voice is very helpful to Ji Zhengting. She takes the remote control to turn off the TV, and then gets up and walks over.

Although song Qingcheng is a devoted stepmother, when the man's tall figure comes, her heart is still "bang bang" confused for several times.

I can't help thinking of the casual kiss just now

It was my first kiss There's no sign.

How could she know that her first kiss had been taken away by someone when she was drunk, and that she was deeply and addicted.

And she just thought she had a dream.

Ji Zhengting took a look at her, put the light red on her face into his eyes, held her hand and went to the dining table.

After the old man came and took his seat, everyone sat down together.

"Today's dish is made by Qingcheng and me. Lingling, you have to learn more from your sister-in-law in the future. You may not learn about housework, but you still have to learn some good dishes. It's a good saying. Feed a man's stomach before he can tie his heart. You can't do anything like that. Be careful that the man runs away. " The old lady advised her granddaughter.

Ji Ling had a good appetite, but she lost it all at once. "Grandma, how can you say something unlucky? Besides, brother Shaojing loves me, not my craft. I think that those women who try their best to tie men's hearts are all trying to please men because they have no confidence in themselves. I don't want to live so lowly, and I have confidence in myself. "

The old lady couldn't see her granddaughter showing off like this. She didn't have the reserve of a girl's family at all. "You, besides having some money to make you confident, what else do you have? To put it in a bad way, I don't know how many people are coming for your Ji family identity. "

"Granny, do you want people to have a good meal?" Ji Ling put down her chopsticks unhappily.

But the stepmother timely said: "Lingling, your grandmother is right. Be careful when making friends in the future. Don't make all kinds of people. You know, in this whole s City, I don't know how many people want to have something to do with our family. Don't learn from your brother. "

The words in front of the stepmother were the same as the real one, which surprised everyone. How can the stepmother be enlightened and willing to talk about her daughter?

However, after hearing this, I know what the real intention of the stepmother is.

Ji Ling was puzzled at the beginning. However, she soon understood her mother's meaning, and then she said, "Mom, don't worry. I won't let some people who have misdemeanor take advantage of me."

Ji Ling glances at Song Qingcheng, and the following sentence is aimed at her.

Song Qingcheng doesn't matter. Anyway, their mother and daughter don't say it once or twice. If they listen to it more, they don't feel it.

"Come on, Qingcheng, you are working hard tonight. Eat more." The old lady gave song Qingcheng a piece of chicken leg and turned the topic away.

"Thank you, grandma. You have more yourself." Song Qingcheng brought the old lady the braised pork she cooked herself.

"Well, the stewed pork is really good, and the taste is not the same as what you usually eat. Come on, old man. You can have one too. It's just right for your bad teeth While tasting the braised pork, the old lady added a piece to her old man and put it into a bowl. The taste of braised meat is full of praise.

When it comes to his family's unique secret recipe, braised pork, song Qingcheng is very confident, "this ingredient of braised pork is a secret recipe handed down from my mother's side. I just see that my mother has made it, but it's not authentic enough. I'll let my mother make one for you when I have a chance. You will like it. "

Mother's braised meat and steamed buns, as long as it is eaten, there is no endless aftertaste.

"Oh, good, good." The old lady repeatedly answered, "grandma hasn't eaten such delicious braised pork for a long time. It seems that your mother's cooking must be more delicious."

"That's for sure. My mother's cooking is more authentic and tastes better."

"Then don't forget when you look back. I'm going to..."

"Cough --"

at this moment, the old man gave a dry cough and interrupted the old lady. This move is obviously a reminder or a hint, but also very unhappy.

The biggest reaction is the old lady. The smile on the old lady's face gradually subsided.

"Don't make braised pork again in the future!" The old man suddenly spoke seriously. And the piece of braised meat in the bowl was put on the plate.

Song Qingcheng didn't know why the old man suddenly got so angry. However, it is obviously related to the braised meat.It's just The old man didn't even taste it. How could he offend the old man with braised pork?

Of course, when the old man was angry, no matter how many doubts he had, he could only keep them in his heart.

Ji Ling and his mother saw that song Qingcheng flattered him on the leg of the horse. They didn't know how happy they were. They just listened to Ji Ling's stern command and said, "Sister Zhang, don't you take down this plate of braised pork and pour it out soon!"

Sister Zhang nodded and quickly came to remove the braised meat from the table.

Song Qingcheng looked at his hard work out of the things so removed, in the heart of all kinds of bad taste, had to eat bitterly.

Ji Zhengting's anger at the old man is also puzzling. Focus on the girls around you. Seeing her head buried, he seemed to be frightened. He put down his chopsticks, took the spoon with his left hand to drink the soup, and put his right hand down to hold her hand.

Song Qingcheng was very sad at first, but when he held his hand, he got a little comfort.

Originally, it was supposed to be a happy reunion dinner. At last, it broke up unhappily.

After dinner, the old lady asked them to watch TV in the living room, eat some fruit and then go back. Song Qingcheng agreed. If she was going to leave soon, the old lady would be more attentive.

……

On the other side.

The old lady said she was going to cut fruit for them, but actually she came to the study quietly to settle the accounts with the old man.

"What's the matter with you? The child managed to cook us a meal. What's the matter with you? " The old lady growled at the old man.

"Don't you know what's wrong with me?" It seems that the awe inspiring look of the old man has not subsided.