Chapter 368

"We'll whisper about it later."

Song Qingcheng hummed.

Song's mother saw that they were bickering like a child. She was all in a panic of laughter, but she couldn't help it.

Soon, the dishes were on the table.

Song Qingcheng regrets that she didn't listen to her mother just now, so she should go to control Ji Zhengting's order. Looking at the full table of dishes, she really wanted to untie her pants and eat.

"Mom, you have some of this. It tastes different from what we used to eat." Song Qingcheng kept bringing vegetables to his mother.

"Mom, you and Zheng Ting should eat more." Song's mother hardly needed to stretch out her chopsticks. In front of her, her daughter and her son-in-law put one piece in the plate, which was full.

"Don't worry. I'm fattening up recently. I'm sure I'll eat more." Otherwise, it's hard to be affectionate if you eat too much.

"Why didn't I know you were fattening up recently?" Ji Zhengting glanced at her. In fact, my heart is saying: eat as much as you want, and no one dislikes you for eating too much.

“…… Didn't I tell you? " Song Qingcheng pretends to be the same as the real one.

"It's too late to say." Ji Zhengting gave her a big crab leg. There was a danger hidden in her smiling eyes, which seemed to threaten her: just wait for me to feed you a fat pig.

Song Qingcheng shuddered and ate quickly. She will not gain weight next time.

After a while, Ji Zhengting took a piece of chicken leg from a plate of braised chicken. Before he could get it up, he was robbed by Cheng Yaojin, who killed half the way.

"I like this one." Song Qingcheng grabbed the chicken leg from his chopsticks and put it into his mouth impolitely.

“……” Someone is speechless.

In fact, he wanted to clip the chicken leg to her, but he was robbed on the way It seems to feel different.

And Chicken leg she likes to eat Excuse me, who doesn't like chicken leg?

……

It's not more than an hour. Song Qingcheng looked at the table almost empty plate, feel too much sense of achievement. Mainly, my mother ate a lot today.

After coming out of the restaurant, Ji Zhengting received a call from Wang Da, saying that he had planned to send the goods to his home. In this way, he almost had to go back early.

He drove his mother back first. Hesitating, there were a lot of things. He drove the car to the nearest intersection and stopped.

Song Qingcheng gets out of the car to help his mother get things.

They didn't buy much today, but Ji Zhengting gave a little too much.

"Zheng Ting, there are too many things. You'd better take them back. Besides, we should also buy something for your family. She all... "

"Don't worry about Aunt song. I've prepared the things she should buy for her. These are for you, uncle song and the old lady. By the way, this is for my little sister. " He took out a box and gave it to his mother. He looked very careful.

"Ji Zhengting, what is this?" Song Qingcheng saw a heavy box in his hand and thought it must be something very expensive.

"This is an electronic product, and this is a brush and tonic." Ji Zhengting knew that song Xiaomei's only hobby was painting, so he ordered a set of professional brushes and pigments from abroad to give to her.

Song Qingcheng's heart palpitations, did not expect that he prepared so carefully. Compared with his carefulness, she suddenly felt that she was a poor sister. The brushes and powder that I promised to buy for my sister have not been bought for her so far.

Now, however, she doesn't have to buy it.

"There are a lot of things. Please help aunt song send some back." Ji Zhengting talks to her.

Song Qingcheng nodded.

There are a lot of things. She has several big and small bags in her hand, and her mother has several. The two mothers talked and talked all the way, and the topics were all around Ji Zhengting.

"Qingcheng, have you ever considered when to introduce Zhengting to your family?" Song's mother hesitated for a long time at the bottom of her heart before she asked her words.

Song Qingcheng knew that his mother meant his father and grandmother. Because only father and grandmother have never met Ji Zhengting.

"Say it again. Anyway, Zhengting and I don't plan to have a wedding for the time being. We'll see it after I graduate. " Song Qingcheng didn't want to tell his father and grandmother the main reason, or worried that they knew, make all kinds of unexpected behavior.

What's more, she has not graduated yet. When she works after graduation and has her own stable income, she can alleviate the vanity of her father and grandmother. Maybe she will be better then.

All in all, she doesn't want her father and grandmother to know that there is Ji Zhengting.

Song's mother knew what she was thinking, so she didn't stay on this topic. "When you go to someone else for the new year, remember to buy some decent gifts. Don't let them say we are not polite."

"Don't worry, mom. Ji Zhengting has already prepared for me." All married, still need to prepare what gift!

"You can't let people prepare everything for you. Later, you'll bring some meatballs and braised pork from home, as well as soup dumplings. Mom just made them last night. ""Let's forget about braised meat. It seems that their family has a little prejudice against braised meat." Song Qingcheng thinks of the old man's reaction last time, and still feels very strange.

“？” Song's mother was stunned, and then looked at her daughter in surprise, "don't they like to eat braised pork?"

"I don't like it. Anyway It's just a little weird. " If you don't like it, the old lady is full of praise for the taste of braised pork. Ji Zhengting also likes it better. Although Ji Ling didn't eat it at that time, it seems that she even ate the soup for paofan afterwards.

Moreover, the old man was angry even without tasting it, let alone like it or not.

It's weird anyway!

Song's mother didn't think much, "don't take the braised meat, just change it into red meat. This year's red meat is very good. It's neither fat nor greasy. Whether it's sweet jujube meat or bacon, it's absolutely delicious. "

"That's OK. I haven't eaten mom's red meat for a long time." She's greedy again.

When the mother and daughter arrive at home, song's mother opens the door and enters the room.

There is basically no one at home. But song Xiaomei came out of the room in her wheelchair.

"Little sister, why are you not lying in bed?" Song Qingcheng saw her, quickly put down the things in his hand and pushed her over.

"I've been lying down for a day, and I just came down to the bathroom, so I sat down and could draw." Song Xiaomei said.

"By the way, Mr. Ji bought you a gift. You can promise to like it." Song Qingcheng brings the box to her.

"What are these, such a big box?" Song Xiaomei is very curious.

"I don't know, but we can take it apart." Song Qingcheng goes to find the scissors.