Chapter 712

"Ah, you have such a rich son-in-law, why do you work so hard?"

"That's to say, don't go to a good day."

Song's mother didn't explain, she just laughed and didn't speak.

After that, several aunts sat down to have breakfast. They said they had breakfast, but they didn't finish it in an hour. Several people have been sitting there talking about the song Qingcheng family.

Song's business is not generally popular. There are also breakfast stalls on the opposite side and next door, and they are better built than them, and the location is also big, but the business is mediocre.

On the contrary, there are so many guests coming and going from Song's mother that they often have no place, so they have to pack and eat. Some rush to work and eat as they walk.

The most popular is undoubtedly song's mother's best little cage bag. The price is not expensive. The key is that it tastes good.

When I can't help myself, Ji Zhengting will help me. He is too tall and sits on a small stool with long hands and feet. He doesn't feel comfortable. The main reason is that people look at him very uncomfortable.

He sat down to eat. He was probably too curled up, so he stood all the time. When song's mother and father were too busy, he instinctively went up to help.

His hand was nothing, and became the topic of several elder sisters.

"The rich man doesn't show off at all. You see, he helps his mother-in-law sell steamed buns."

"It's true. Elder sister song's life is very good. When she meets such a good son-in-law, she is rich and beautiful. She really envies the dead. "

"If you want me to tell you, it should be sister song's daughter. It's a blessing to marry such a rich and beautiful man and keep such a low profile. "

"If my daughter can find me such a handsome son-in-law in the future, I will wake up in my dream."

"You'd better go home and dream."

……

Breakfast stalls are usually open until 9 o'clock, and it will be later when there are guests, but today is special. At 8:30, song Mu closes up.

There are many regular customers to eat breakfast, the results found that the stall closed, have to ask. It's said that today's reason is special and everyone can understand it.

Several elder sisters heard that song's mother had a rich son-in-law, so they didn't leave. When they closed the stall, they all rushed to help.

Ji Zhengting and song Qingcheng originally wanted to help each other, but they didn't let them take a stool.

"Sister Li, let them clean up. What's the trouble?" Seeing that they were busy, song's mother came to talk to them.

"Such a small matter is no trouble. What's more, rich people don't touch yangchunshui at home, so they can't do this kind of rough work. We're not the same. We can work fast and exercise our muscles. "

Song's mother said with a smile, "my family's falling in love is not the ten fingers that don't touch yangchunshui as you say. She has been studying and working part-time since she was a child. She has suffered all kinds of hardships. God treats her well and gives her a good husband and a lovely son. All these are in exchange for her efforts."

Think about the suffering of her daughter, with ten fingers do not touch Yang spring water is really a world of difference.

After listening to song's mother's words, they couldn't help but turn their eyes to song Qingcheng. She was busy sweeping the floor, but the broom in her hand was soon taken by Ji Zhengting. Looking at her little nose are red, and will take off his coat cover on her body.

I don't know how many passers-by I envy for such a move. Even a few aunts looked envious.

……

Finally, song's father and mother pushed the breakfast cart home. Song Qingcheng said that she wanted to help, but she was forced to get on the bus by song's mother.

Ji Zhengting drove and slowly followed them.

The breakfast stand is not far from home, just around the corner. No wonder song Qingcheng didn't feel right here. He didn't get home at all.

After arriving at home, old lady song came out. Looking at it much earlier than usual, he asked, "why did you come back so early today? No business? "

Song's mother said with a smile, "Mom, I came to visit relatives today, so I came back early."

"Relatives?" Old lady song was puzzled. She couldn't remember how long their family hadn't been to their relatives, or what other relatives were there? Old lady song asked again, "what relatives?"

Song's mother didn't answer. By this time, the three members of song's family had got off the car. Ji Zhengting holds the child and leads song Qingcheng.

Old lady song's eyes have become bad these years. After staring at them for a long time, she doesn't recognize who it is. I have to get close to it to see a little bit.

"Grandma." Song Qingcheng is very famous.

Old lady song's eyes widened in amazement, and her face was full of wonder What's going on

"It's me, grandma."

"You You... " Old lady song looked at her, then at Ji Zhengting and her children, "is this Zhengting?"

“……” Who else is there if it's not him? Song Qingcheng was embarrassed when asked.

"Mom, this is Zhengting; this is the child of Zhengting and Qingcheng." The mother of song is introducing to the old lady.Old lady song's incredible expression stayed on her face for a long time, and then her eyes fell on the lovely little bun. "Ah, this little girl is really handsome, and she's very meaty."

“……” Song Qingcheng.

“……” Ji Zhengting.

Small steamed stuffed bun is hit by the appearance, almost to cry out, "Grandma's mother, people are not a little girl, people are a little man."

Hum!

Where does he look like a little sister? He is a very powerful little man.

"Please call me grandma. And my mother-in-law is too old, and her eyes are not very good. You need to understand. " Song Qingcheng appeased baozi.

It seems that grandma's eyes are really bad, such a big and small guy, can actually be recognized as a little girl, no wonder the steamed stuffed bun is angry.

……

When the family sat down, mother song took her daughter's hand and could not say a word for a long time.

Ji Zhengting knew that their mother and daughter had something to say, so he took their children out to play. Deaf and dazzled, the old lady sat at the door watching Ji Zhengting and xiaobaozi making a snowman.

Xiaobaozi is having a good time. Last time I made a snowman this afternoon, I'm sure my father could help him find a snowman.

Song Qingcheng told her mother about her experiences over the years. Tears and smiles on her mother's and daughter's faces kept circulating.

Towards noon, song's mother said to song's father, who had been twirling and giggling all the time, "old song, go to the restaurant next door and make a reservation. Today we'll go to the hotel."

"Mom, don't bother. Just eat at home. I haven't eaten your braised pork for so many years. I'm greedy. " Song Qingcheng took her mother's hand and was as coquettish as before.

"Good, good, mom will do it today." Song's mother couldn't close her mouth happily.

"Then I'll go shopping." Song's father answered quickly.

"We've brought all the dishes, but I don't know if Huan is welcome?"