Chapter 107

Seeing Xiao Liu's head rising, the others all fell to their knees. The tsunami of the mountain was going to live and die with Miss Song. Song Xijiao couldn't help crying or laughing. It was just a matter of employment. How could these people behave like she was creating some cult.

Luo Shuang came out of the door and shook his head when he saw the scene.

Song Xijiao is indeed the kindest and most intelligent woman he has ever met in business for such a long time. However, with his premonition for many years, the Song family will not let this little girl go easily. These things are still troublesome! No matter how good miss song is, she can't stand the harassment of ghosts and spirits.

He is just a common man.

Those who only hope that the days will be smooth and smooth will not be surprised.

After listening to those helpers crying and begging to follow song Xijiao's words to death, Luo Shuang also has some taste. How come none of them came to beg him?

After pacifying the helpers, song Xijiao went home with Ling Ziqing's paintings and dividends.

There was no one in the yard, even the mother song didn't know what to do. She turned around bored and flustered. She simply studied the mounting of the painting.

Mounting is a craft, not everyone can do it.

She spread the painting on the table and looked at it carefully for a long time. This painting is a painting of mountains and rivers, bamboo groves and small bridges. It looks simple, but in fact, there is a very deep buddhist mood in this simple few strokes. Lin more leisure, water with the four seasons - the upper right corner of these eight words, but also his calm and carefree mood performance incisively and vividly.

After enjoying enough, song Xijiao began to work.

Smooth the heart of the painting with paste water, then wipe it with a clean cloth slowly. After a little air drying, gradually cover the back of the painting heart with a piece of paper slightly larger than the painting heart. This step is very similar to the film. The key point is to make it smooth without wrinkles and bubbles.

Only when the painting is finished can we turn over the painting and find a piece of wood to hang on the wall and let it dry naturally.

This busy is half a day, outside the sun set, the sky gradually darkened.

The stomach growled, and song Xijiao remembered that she hadn't eaten lunch yet. Run into the kitchen, there is still rice in the pot, but it is cold through. At the same time, the whole family is not there. Before the busy work, we will cook again.

This time, she was determined to make a big meal, so she paid special attention to it. She almost used all 18 martial arts skills. When she came out of the kitchen, she just saw the magnificent scenery of sunset and sunset.

At this time, she suddenly thought of a poem, can not help but sing: "Kuteng old tree crow, eat meat and shrimp in the evening, fried brown sugar Ciba, sunset, why don't you go home?"

"What are you talking about?"

Just after reading, Zhong Chun's figure appeared in front of her. He only wore an ordinary Navy cotton padded suit, a hat on his head, two colorful pheasants on his waist and a hare on his shoulder. He looked like a real hunter.

But song Xijiao knew that he was not just a hunter. Just like her, there are always some secrets that can't be explained clearly.

"And look at me in a daze."

A finger flicked gently on her forehead. Song Xijiao immediately covered her forehead and made a grimace at him: "who's looking at you? I'm looking through you, watching the sunset behind you."

Hearing this, Zhong Chun can't help but turn around and take a look. He remembers her recitation of "sunset, why don't you go home yet?" with a smile, she looks back and says what she is trying to say. However, there is still half a figure in front of her, and the little girl has already slipped away.

He walked into the house with a smile and smelled a strange and familiar smell of rice.

Take the prey to the well water, pick and wash them one by one, and put them into the kitchen. When you come out, you can see song Xijiao standing on the edge of the courtyard wall, standing on tiptoe looking out.

"They'll have to wait a little longer before they come back." Zhong Chun warm voice to remind.

Song Xijiao Oh, ran back and sat down at the stone table, holding her cheek and muttering: "it's not easy to come back early today, but there is no one at home."

As soon as he finished, Zhong Chun took her arm and pulled her up from the stone bench. Then he took a thick cushion and put it on the stone bench. He looked at her with concern and asked, "how's the bamboo paper farm?"

Song Xijiao didn't hide it from him. He said, "of course, it's a piece of ruins. Mr. Luo was very angry and tore up the contract. Now, I'm free."

"That's fine." Zhongchun sat opposite her, staring at her with a straight eye, and his tone seemed sour. "You, a woman, have to suffer losses and be cheated when dealing with those men all day long. If you want to do business in the future, you can wait for me to accompany you at leisure."

"When you're free, you may have to wait until the end of time!" Even in the past few days of the Chinese new year, he ran to the mountain from time to time, and came back half a day later. I really don't know what kind of treasure there is on that mountain, which is worthy of his concern.

Zhong Chun laughingly shook his head: "exaggeration, I always have more free time than you."

"Is it? I'm back early today. What about you? I've finished my meal and waited for you for a long time before you go home. "

Seeing that song Xijiao raised a bar with himself like a child, Zhong Chun had to shut up and talk about the ability of quarreling and making advances. He couldn't compare with the small mouth in front of him all his life.It was not until it was completely dark that song's mother returned home with chestnuts. Song Xijiao was worried and asked where they had gone. Song's mother said, "it's not chestnuts. There are always endless questions about Mr. Zhu. In the end, Mr. Zhu was scared by him. If he doesn't go home, he will have a curfew, so I can bring him back."

On hearing this, Li Zi said, "to know is to know, but not to know. If you want to learn, you should ask. This is what Mr. Zhu taught me."

"Yes The mother of song shook her head, "or will Mr. Zhu mumble when he leaves at last

In a word, it made everyone laugh.

Song Xijiao had already arranged the food. Fortunately, the house was on fire, and it was still hot.

As soon as he sat down at the table, chestnut's eyes lit up and said excitedly, "it's my mother's cooking again!"

"Yes, I'll be busy in the future. I can seldom cook. You should eat more today." Song Xijiao said as she put a piece of sweet and sour spareribs into a chestnut bowl. "Try it. The meat is fresh and tender. It melts in the mouth. The ratio of sugar to vinegar is my exclusive secret recipe. It's my specialty. It's not easy to make."

On hearing this, the chestnut immediately took a big bite. Sure enough, even his tiny teeth were easy to bite. They were soft and fresh, with sweet meat aroma. The faint vinegar flavor just washed away the sweet and greasy taste in the mouth. After eating one mouthful, his teeth and cheek remained fragrant and the aftertaste was endless.

"Well Mother, it's delicious

With a satisfied smile, song Xijiao picked up another piece and put it in Song's mother's bowl, and then gave it to Zhongchun. Zhong Chun didn't like sweet food at first, but after eating the piece that song Xijiao had picked up, he took the initiative to take another one.

Song Xijiao looks in the eye, in the heart does not mention how happy.

The people who eat are delicious and the people who cook are also happy. This is the fun of cooking.

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