Chapter 607

As song Jincheng was about to speak, there came a steady and elegant voice: "auspicious!"

Lu Jixiang was immediately attracted by the sight. She looked up to the front. Song Gu was sitting on the veranda outside the house. The buildings here were modeled on Japanese style. The old man was sitting quietly under the eaves, wearing a white shirt, handsome face, and faintly shining. He felt like an ancient warrior leader.

People can't help but respect!

"Dad."

Lu Jixiang made a sound and walked over.

Song Jincheng followed her.

"Tired?"

Song Gu looked at her with a smile and warm eyes.

"Not bad." Lu Jixiang answered.

"Come and sit down!" Song Gu Dao.

Lu Jixiang and song Jincheng sat down around a small wooden table.

Song Gu poured tea for them in person, and said slowly, "dinner will be served in half an hour. You wait. This is Dahongpao. Have a taste."

Lu Jixiang nodded, picked up a small cup and drank it.

"Thirsty!"

She put out her tongue and didn't care about other people's looks.

Song Jincheng glanced at her, took a sip slowly, and stretched his eyes.

"Not bad!"

He gave a compliment.

Lu Jixiang was a little surprised.

She knew that song Jincheng was fond of tea, and there were very few teas that could be praised by him.

"Good?"

She picked her eyebrows and poured herself another drink.

Song Gu looked at her and said, "the output of Dahongpao is very small. These are all sent by others."

It is said that there are only a few genuine Dahongpao in the world.

This one in Song Gu's hands is naturally the best of the best.

Unfortunately, Lu Jixiang can't drink it.

She drank it again, and could taste nothing but a little bitter.

"Juice is better."

She said.

She likes sweet and sour things. She doesn't understand or want to understand these things of literati and Confucians.

Song Gu just laughed, pointed to the dim sum on the table and said, "this is a cake made of Begonia flower. Try it."

"Ah

Lu Jixiang answered, reached for a piece of cake and took a bite.

The taste is light, not very sweet, but there is a cold feeling.

"Delicious

She nodded, smiling.

Song Jincheng drank tea in silence, squinting and enjoying.

Song Gu is always looking at the girl, said with a smile: "you are pregnant with a child, what you want to eat in the future, let Jincheng get it for you, don't hurt yourself."

"Good!"

Lu Jixiang nodded, picked up another piece of cake and threw it into his mouth.

Finally, she looked at Song Gu mysteriously and said curiously, "Dad, how do you know about my pregnancy? We just went to do the examination yesterday. You know it today. It's amazing! "

Song Gu but smile not language.

However, a girl was obviously determined not to give up. She continued: "I heard song Jincheng say that you have your own intelligence agency?"

Well, that's the point!

When she used to watch Hollywood blockbusters, she was always full of curiosity about the secret agents inside. She once wanted to be one of them.

Unfortunately, she didn't have that life.

However, she has become a hacker!

Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!

"What did Jincheng tell you?"

Song Gu smiles faintly. First, he glances at his son next to him and continues to deal with his daughter-in-law's curiosity. He replies, "I have my own intelligence personnel, but they are very ordinary, different from those on TV."

Take a look, the leader of Song Dynasty already knows what's in your mind, so he can give you a one-time explanation, so as not to make you whimsical!

Lu Jixiang sneered, embarrassed.

"I'm just a little curious!"

She said, reaching for the cake on the table for the third time.

At this time, song Jincheng was not used to it.

"Eat less!"

He made a voice, some harsh color: "soon to eat, don't just eat this."

"Oh

Lu Jixiang nodded, did not look at him, the cake into his mouth.

Song Gu was amused by her actions.

After a while, the waiter came in, carrying a tray in his hand, vaguely wafting fragrance.

Lu Jixiang is eager to see through.

There are not too many surprises. This is a rich Chinese dinner. It's double flavored raw shrimp balls, fried snow beef, fried fresh ribbon with summer fruit, roasted silver cod, towel gourd and green bean paste, and a stewed flower glue with Tricholoma matsutake. They are all very common dishes, but they are more exquisite than artistic conception.

Lu Jixiang ate two bowls of rice, finally drank some soup, holding a round tummy and lying comfortably on the tatami beside him.

Song Gu and song Jincheng eat more slowly. When they are chatting, they almost focus on their work and occasionally mention a few words about Lu Jixiang's pregnancy. However, song Jincheng doesn't seem to want to say more, so song Gu doesn't ask much.

After dinner, Lu Jixiang came to song Jincheng and said with a smile, "Song Jincheng..."

The man turned his head and looked at her calmly.

"I want to go to a hot spring!"

Lu Jixiang continued, pointing to the hot spring soup pool outside.

Song Jincheng frowned.

He refused without thinking: "no way!"

"Why?"

Lu Jixiang is very upset, hot spring soup pool is in front of her, but she can't soak, which is too painful.

"It's too cold outside!" Song Jincheng's reason is very simple.

Lu Jixiang is not happy.

"I won't feel cold when I soak in the hot spring!"

"No, no!" Song Jincheng frowned and stared at her: "Lu Jixiang, be honest with me. You are not allowed to take a hot spring today!"

Lu Jixiang is crazy.

"Hum!"

She got up from the tatami and walked out.

Song Jincheng looked up at her with a notebook on his leg, shining.

"What are you going to do?"

He spoke out.

Lu Jixiang did not reply: "I'll go to find Dad!"

Song Gu lives next door. Lu Jixiang knocks on the door first, and then carefully pushes the door open.

Inside, song Gu is sitting cross legged on the tatami, with a silver notebook on the low table beside him, and several documents are scattered nearby.

Hearing the sound, he raised his head. There was a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose. Now he looked very gentle.