Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

Murong Xue went back to the house, changed into a lighter sportswear, and went downstairs with Song Pingqing.

Seeing two little girls coming out of the building hand in hand, Zhao Lei couldn't help but exclaim in his heart, what a great group of people.

Good man, your trip was not in vain. You just took the young lady out of the house as soon as you came.

Then, Zhao Lei began to call for support from the bodyguards on standby in the villa without hesitation.

When a young lady goes out, she must be equipped with sufficient bodyguards.

Brothers, it’s time to work!

Of course, Zhao Lei was still a bodyguard and a part-time driver. He opened the door for the two sisters and invited them to get in.

Song Pingqing did not make any special move, but Murong Xue glanced at Zhao Lei when she got in the car. Her eyes were deep, mixed with criticism and scrutiny, which made Zhao Lei feel a chill on his back for no reason.

Zhao Lei: A bit annoying.

The food you can eat in a clay pot stew restaurant is definitely more varied than what Murong’s chef puts in.

Song Pingqing almost made up a crosstalk version of "Diguodeng" to tell Murong Xue the names of the dishes.

Song Pingqing reported a menu of dishes, all of which needed to be fried or stewed in advance, and picked up the water bottle to drink some water.

The phone rang. It was a message from Xu Jingui: "Abao, your grandma asked me to tell you that she has slaughtered a goose and wants to ask if you and your friends would like to eat some stewed goose."

Why did Xu Jingui send the message? Because there was no voice input at that time, only handwriting input, and Mrs. Song was busy packing the geese and had no time to spare.

Song Pingqing swallowed the water and continued what he had just said when announcing the names of the dishes: "Of course. The most delicious dish today has to be the goose, which my grandma just killed."

The soul of the big goose: I will speak for you!

It must be said that Murong Xue is somewhat hypocritical.

She originally wanted to eat the piggy blanket. The custard filling and the chubby cartoon piggy looked very cute and delicious.

Unexpectedly, after thinking about the menu in her mind for a long time, Song Pingqing suddenly added a sentence, which directly made Murong Xue overturn all the menus in her mind.

If someone else did this, Murong Xue would probably demote them on the spot: Do you know how to report your work?

But of course, the standards for outsiders and family members are completely different. This double standard made Murong Xue easily accept this matter, and she immediately said: "Grandma has killed the goose, so let's stew it."

What’s important is not the goose, but the intention of Song Pingqing’s grandmother to kill the goose for herself.

"Okay, then let's eat stewed goose." Song Pingqing immediately replied to Xu Jingui.

After she finished sending the message, Murong Xue suddenly said, "Pingqing, can I make a piglet quilt on the stewed goose?"

After thinking about it, Murong Xue felt that stewing the goose and covering the pig with a quilt did not seem to conflict.

"Yes." Song Pingqing looked at his phone without raising his head, "Okay, add another little pig to cover yourself."

Song Pingqing: As we all know, if a good friend asks if she can, it means she wants it. Don't ask her if she wants it or not, just give it to her and be done with it.

Facts have proved that Old Lady Song is worthy of being the person who can open a chain store in Jincheng City by relying on iron pot stew.

This series of attacks by stewing the goose and covering the pig with a blanket is extremely brutal.

Murong Xue's cheeks were puffy and Song Pingqing's eyebrows were curved.

Song Pingqing paid close attention to Murongxue's intake throughout the meal. After she finished eating, he said, "It's getting cooler now. Do you want to go for a walk together?"

Murong Xue seemed to be in a good mood today and actually ate three custard buns in a row.

If Song Pingqing hadn't been quick enough to grab the last one, I'm afraid that last piglet would have gone into her stomach.

"Is there any suitable place for a walk nearby?" Murong Xue asked, "I don't want to walk too far."

"Let me ask." Song Pingqing picked up his phone and went out, then came back quickly. "There's a night market nearby, do you want to go shopping?"

"Night market? Is there anything fun there?" Murong Xue widened her eyes slightly. This name was a bit unfamiliar to her!

Sometimes we have to admit that the information gap in this world is two-way.

Song Pingqing looked at her curious expression, took her hand and walked out: "Go and take a look, and you will know."

Song Pingqing guessed that Murong Xue might not be able to control her shopping, so after leaving the private room and going downstairs, he asked Old Lady Song for one thousand yuan in cash under the pretext of getting a bottle of water.

"Is it enough to spend?" Old Mrs. Song knew Song Pingqing's spending speed well, and she couldn't help feeling worried when she saw that she only wanted one thousand yuan in cash.

"That's enough, let's just go to the night market."

Can’t you visit a night market with a thousand dollars?

Old Mrs. Song gave Song Pingqing a sidelong look and gave her another thousand yuan.

This time, Song Pingqing really seemed to be covering his bag and saying: No, no, no.

She really doesn't lack money.

However, Old Mrs. Song was too quick and she stuffed the money directly into Song Pingqing's hand and locked the cash box.

That smug little expression seemed to be saying: Hey, my eldest granddaughter, you have to take this money whether you want to or not!

Song Pingqing was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

From the day she became Murong Xue's little follower, she thought that her life would be more like Mary Sue, but she never thought that during these Mary Sue days she would also be doted upon by her grandmother.

Who doesn't like this day? Rounding off, Song Pingqing is now a family with five generations living under one roof!

Who is the son?

Of course, it’s the two Capybaras in the backyard of Murong’s villa!

Song Pingqing took a bottle of mineral water, a cell phone and two thousand yuan that Old Lady Song had forced upon him in his small bag, and went for a walk at the night market with Murong Xue.

The night market is very lively. Just as the waiter in the diguo stew restaurant said, it is a road filled with small commodities and clothing, with only a few food stalls scattered here and there.

The more sophisticated vendors would set up a table and sell some crudely made small jewellery, while the less sophisticated ones would simply spread a layer of tarpaulin on the ground and pile up piles of clothes or rag dolls on top.

Murong Xue had never seen such a world. She stood at the diagonal corner of the intersection, nervously holding Song Pingqing's hand. Beside the two of them were four bodyguards who had temporarily bought casual clothes.

"What's wrong?" Song Pingqing lowered his head slightly and looked into her eyes.

"There's a lot of sewage on the road, so I wore a pair of white shoes today." Murong Xue said this, but her eyes were full of longing for the night market diagonally opposite.

This is a battle between curiosity and cleanliness.

Murong Xue urgently needed a reason to convince herself.

Murongxue was wearing a pair of white sports shoes with thin soles. Song Pingqing took a look and said to her, "Wait for me here."

After saying that, he walked into the night market and bought a pair of black thick-soled shoes.

"Just wear this for now. The soles are thicker and won't get dirty easily."

There was no place to sit on the side of the road, so Song Pingqing squatted down without hesitation to change Murong Xue's shoes.