I will die early and cannon fodder. I will enjoy great blessings after marrying a sick man.

However, looking at this obviously valuable gift, Song Manman couldn't help but ask again: "Do you really have enough money in your pocket?"

Shen Yanqing handed the wallet to Song Manman and replied with a smile: "I can't spend all the money."

He now earns 720 yuan a month, and Song Manman doesn't charge him a penny. He eats in the cafeteria and doesn't pay for accommodation, so he basically saves everything.

If he hadn't occasionally bought some gold and silver jewelry for his daughter and put it there as a dowry, he would probably have even more money in his pocket.

Song Manman opened Shen Yanqing's wallet, took out the money inside and counted it. There was actually more than 1,300 yuan in change.

This time, Shen Yanqing didn't need to explain anything, Song Manman completely believed that Shen Yanqing was not short of money.

"My colleagues there are almost envious of my second brother and me. The most they get each month is 30 yuan in pocket money, and their pockets are cleaner than their faces at the end of the month."

Song Mu also does not need to hand in his salary. Tao Shaoshao has the income from the clothing store, plus the occasional subsidies from Tao Sanwei and Tao Yunniang, and now she has a beauty salon that makes a lot of money every day. She doesn't care about Song Mu's salary at all.

But it’s different for other people. Most families don’t have a high monthly income, so every penny has to be planned and spent. If you take every expense in the family into account and add and subtract, the pocket money for men will naturally be less.

Song Manman put her arm around Shen Yanqing's neck and said in a tender voice, "Do you feel happy to have such a generous wife like me?"

"Very happy." After replying, Shen Yanqing slowly kissed Song Manman's lips.

At the same time, Shen Yanqing's slender fingers with distinct joints slid down from Song Manman's waist.

Early the next morning, Shen Yanqing changed his depressed look from yesterday, got up refreshed and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Seeing Shen Yanqing, Song Shi, who also got up early to prepare breakfast for his wife, was a little surprised, "Brother Shen, have you rested well?"

When he saw Shen Yanqing looking listless yesterday, he thought he would need to rest for at least three to five days, but he didn't expect that he would be full of energy in just one night.

Shen Yanqing thought of the scene last night, his throat felt a little dry, and he swallowed his saliva, "I've had a good rest, what would you like to eat in the morning?"

"Yaoyao said she wanted to drink some porridge, so I'll make some vegetable and meat porridge!" After saying that, Song Shi took out a piece of meat from the refrigerator and washed it.

Seeing Song Shi making porridge, Shen Yanqing simply made a vegetable salad.

"I don't know what my sister is thinking. She always likes to eat these green leafy vegetables."

Looking at the vegetable leaves washed by Shen Yanqing, Song Shi couldn't help but complain.

As a person who has truly experienced hardship, Song Shi's favorite thing in his heart is meat. But Song Manman is different. As someone who came from the future, she is well versed in how to lose weight.

In order to maintain her good figure, Song Manman basically eats low-fat foods such as salads most of the time.

After all, the spiritual spring water in the space can help her whiten her skin and remove impurities, but it cannot help her control the growth of flesh!

Although there won't be any conflicts in an sister-brother relationship because of this, Song Shi still finds it hard to understand.

Shen Yanqing couldn't quite understand why Song Manman wanted to eat these things even though she clearly didn't like them, but he chose to respect her.

After making salad for Song Manman, Shen Yanqing served a bowl of porridge made by Song Shi and carried it back to the room on a tray.

When Shen Yanqing walked in, Song Manman had just woken up.

After rubbing her eyes which were still a little difficult to open, Song Manman slowly stood up. Her long black hair fell on the bed. The light from the window shone in, making Song Manman even more beautiful.

Shen Yanqing was distracted for a moment, then came back to his senses, covered his lips and coughed twice, and said, "My dear, I've brought you breakfast."

Lowering his eyes to hide his unnatural expression, Shen Yanqing walked outside the house and breathed heavily twice.

Even after being married for so many years, he still feels crazy about the person in the house.

Entering the house again, Shen Yanqing stirred the porridge, wanting it to cool down faster so that Song Manman could eat it later.

Song Manman sat up, then lay down, then lay down and sat up again, repeating this several times before she finally turned on the computer and got out of bed.

After washing up, Song Manman looked at the breakfast on the plate and raised her eyebrows, "This porridge...why is it like this?"

It’s not that Song Manman is picky, but the porridge in the bowl is really hard to judge.

If you say it can't be eaten, it seems like it's edible; but if you say it can be eaten, Song Manman is a little hesitant to eat it.

Looking at the sticky porridge and the shredded vegetable leaves in the bowl, Shen Yanqing couldn't help but show a hint of embarrassment on his face. Although it was not made by him, he served it and stirred it.

"This porridge doesn't look very good. I'll eat it, and you eat the salad, dear."

Bringing the porridge to himself, Shen Yanqing drank it quickly and silently put Song Shi on the kitchen blacklist.

Before he stirred the bowl of porridge, he wanted to praise Song Shi for his improved cooking skills, but now he wanted to take back all the praise.

Any good person can cook porridge into a thin paste, which becomes rice paste after stirring.

After breakfast, Shen Yanqing took Song Manman out for a walk.

As for the children, they all followed their uncle Song Shi.

The two drove all the way to Tsinghua University.

After getting off the car, Shen Yanqing successfully brought Song Manman into Tsinghua University campus by using facial recognition.

"What are we doing here?"

After entering Tsinghua University, Song Manman looked at Shen Yanqing in confusion and asked.

Shen Yanqing rubbed Song Manman's head and said with a smile: "I'll take you to visit my teacher."

Hearing this, Song Manman instantly became much more dignified.

She knew Shen Yanqing's teacher, who was the most experienced professor in the Department of Political Science at Tsinghua University.

Not only does he work at Tsinghua University, he also has extensive connections in the political arena.

After Shen Yanqing graduated and went to Jiangcheng to work, this teacher helped Shen Yanqing a lot. It can be said that Shen Yanqing and Song Mu were able to gain a foothold in Jiangcheng so quickly thanks to the help of this professor.

"Since my second brother and I went to Jiangcheng to take up our posts, we haven't come back to tell our teacher about the situation. This time, we have a rare chance to come back, and we have been working in Jiangcheng for a full year, so I thought of coming to tell our teacher."

Listening to Shen Yanqing's explanation, Song Manman nodded in understanding and said, "I know."

When he arrived at the office and saw Shen Yanqing, the old professor was so excited that he kept introducing him to others, saying that this was his most proud disciple.

Shen Yanqing arranged Song Manman to rest on a chair, and walked aside to whisper with the old teacher.

I don’t know what the two were talking about, but the old professor’s expression gradually became serious, but he relaxed again after a while.