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

Without waiting for his parents to ask again, Song Pingqing directly changed the subject: "If I'm right, Mei Chaofeng should come to inquire about the news soon."

To be precise, this person should be asking for information everywhere, and he will definitely not forget to come to the Song family to inquire.

"Do you have anything you want me to tell him?" Song Dashan's tone was slightly cold.

Because of Song Pingqing, Song Dashan initially had a very bad impression of this crazy coal boss.

But he really couldn't resist the fact that they were quick to compensate, apologize and pay money. After discovering that he could make money, he immediately rushed to pull his friends in the coal mining industry to invest together.

After getting to know him, he indeed did not find any character problems with him. Over time, Song Dashan was no longer as resistant to Mei Chaofeng as he was at the beginning.

It's true that he doesn't like me, and it's also true that they can do business together. But when Song Pingqing mentions Mei Chaofeng, there's always a hint of coldness in his words.

Song Pingqing certainly noticed the chill in Song Dashan's tone, but she pretended not to hear it and continued to talk about the matter on her own: "If he really comes, just tell him to change his job as soon as possible, don't say anything else."

For Song Pingqing's sake, Zhao Lei had already thoroughly investigated Mei Chaofeng, and found that the size of his coal mine was far from meeting the standards for preservation.

Considering that the payback period of one billion is too long, Song Pingqing still feels it necessary to give Mr. Mei a friendly reminder: Stop struggling and change your career as soon as possible.

As for whether you listen or not, what she says doesn't count.

"By the way, take a look at these." Song Dashan pulled out a folder from his briefcase. "These are all the old houses currently listed for sale in Jincheng."

"So soon? Didn't it say next year?" Song Pingqing was confused.

"Don't you want the old house?" Dashan was even more confused than Song Pingqing, and there was a hint of disbelief in his tone.

"So you just said you wanted it, but never solved it? Is this thing something you can get immediately if you want it? Then you should have started looking at it a long time ago?"

Song Pingqing subconsciously asked back: "Isn't it?"

This is such a beautiful misunderstanding. It can only be said that the father and daughter are no longer on the same level.

Whenever Song Pingqing and Murong Xue wanted something, they only had to open their mouths and someone would naturally go to great lengths to help them find what they wanted, and it had to be the best.

However, Song Dashan is far from reaching this level. When it comes to what his daughter wants, the old father still needs to spend time, effort and thought to pay attention and inquire. Only after he has understood a little bit of it can he put the information in front of his daughter.

In a flash, Song Pingqing keenly realized the reason for the difference in their views from Song Dashan's slightly embarrassed and sad expression, and thought to himself:

It turned out that he had been in a high position for too long. Even a diligent and honest person like himself would change imperceptibly and lose awareness of the difficulty of executing a task.

Xu Jinmei noticed Song Pingqing's embarrassment, reached out and hugged Song Pingqing in her arms, and glared at Song Dashan: "She is still a child! Why are you glaring at her?!"

Song Pingqing never thought that one day he would be able to take advantage of being a child again. He immediately threw himself into Xu Jinmei's arms in a pretentious manner and started a performance against Song Dashan.

"Oh my god... Daddy is so fierce."

Song Dashan's face darkened in an instant: "Song Pingqing? How old are you? Why are you still trying to get into your mother's arms?"

Yes, the 1.72-meter-tall Song Pingqing snuggled into the arms of the 1.65-meter-tall Xu Jinmei. The scene was somewhat... Oh no, not a little, but quite, quite incongruous.

"Why do you care whether my daughter goes to the gym or not?!" Xu Jinmei reached out and picked up the documents on the table and stuffed them into Song Pingqing's arms. "Bao'er, just look at it and see which one you like and swipe the card."

Song Dashan was stunned by the look of someone protecting his child: "Wife, I am the one who can spend the rest of your life with you."

Song Dashan didn't really blame Song Pingqing. After all, the child was his own. So what if the child occasionally let him down or made him angry?

Just seeing Xu Jinmei's protective attitude towards her, Song Dashan felt so jealous that even the jar of pickled cabbage was not as sour as him.

Song Pingqing decisively took the documents and ran away, holding Xiuxiu in the living room to look at the old house: "Come on, come and look at the house with me."

Xiuxiu looked at the photos of the old houses and felt shocked and complicated.

Xiuxiu: Sister Nai, I’m a little dazed. How come we are so rich in this life?

After just a short weekend at home, Song Pingqing returned to Vancouver.

The winter solstice is coming in a week, and Aunt Zhang starts preparing the ingredients for making glutinous rice balls and red bean glutinous rice a few days in advance.

"They are all blood sugar boosters." Song Ping glanced at the glutinous rice, "You can't drink milk tea after eating this."

Murong Xue, who was just passing by to get some water, heard this and her body stiffened slightly. She looked at Song Pingqing with a subtle look in her eyes: "Are you really not deliberately deducting my milk tea?"

"Really not." Song Pingqing looked puzzled. "Why do you think of me like this? Am I that kind of person?"

"But I want to drink milk tea." Murong Xue replied.

"No, you want to celebrate the winter solstice." Aunt Zhang added, "During the winter solstice, you should eat glutinous rice balls and red bean glutinous rice."

"Nonsense, you can eat dumplings on the winter solstice." As a northerner, Song Pingqing said righteously, "If you don't eat dumplings on the winter solstice, your ears will freeze off!"

Aunt Zhang: "Eat glutinous rice balls."

Song Pingqing: "Eat dumplings."

Murong Xue: "Drink milk tea."

"Both glutinous rice balls and milk tea raise blood sugar levels too much! You can't have both!" Song Pingqing immediately stopped Murong Xue.

"Then let's eat dumplings and drink milk tea!" The eldest lady made the final decision.

Song Pingqing left humming a song, keeping his achievements and fame hidden.

Murong Xue did not lose the milk tea and left with the water.

Zhang Ma was left alone, looking at the ingredients piled on the chopping board, and sighed deeply: "Miss Song just wants to eat dumplings, right? Why can't she just say it? She prepared so many ingredients for nothing."

The glutinous rice was made into glutinous rice chicken on the spot.

It is very comfortable to eat some fragrant and salty glutinous rice chicken in the morning.

"So, you guys are going to eat dumplings on the Winter Solstice this year?" Gu Zongnian's eyes widened. "Eating dumplings on the Winter Solstice?"

"Is it not possible? We eat dumplings on the winter solstice in my hometown!" Song Pingqing put the homework on Zheng Jiu's desk and walked back. "Three fresh dumplings, pork and mushroom, black pepper beef, fresh shrimp, pickled pork, lamb and green onion..."

Song Pingqing listed more than ten kinds of dumpling fillings in a row, and the team fell silent for a moment.

Wen Zhuo doesn’t know how delicious Song Pingqing’s cooking is, how could they not know?

Wen Zhuo was the best at observing people's expressions. Seeing that the more Song Pingqing talked about dumpling fillings, the more eager they looked at each other, he immediately started to support him: "Well...if you want to eat dumplings, can you take me one? I also want to try some."