Song Tan Jishi

Chapter 1184 1184. Bad energy

 Dr. Xiao Guo’s mouth is as sharp as Song Tan’s.

At this moment, the two girls were asked to lie side by side on the bed. They didn’t even need to lift their sweaters. They just found the acupuncture points and started rubbing them slowly.

 At first, the child hummed twice, but then his expression became more and more comfortable, making Ayiguli eager to try:

 “After pressing it, the digestion will be completed. Is your stomach empty?”

Guo Dong laughed: "How can it have such a magical effect? ​​It just makes the child's stomach less upset, makes it more comfortable, and digests it a little faster."

She saw through Ayiguli’s thoughts: “The two of them were full, but it wasn’t serious. But if I went back to eat and drink after eating, it would definitely be bad.”

Then he told Song Tan: "Just have a small bowl for lunch, and don't eat anything in between."

 Does she know that Song Tan is so bad?

 When the seventh cousin’s son came back, their family prepared good things to satisfy others.

Knowing that they can’t come back with their family and dependents there, you can be so greedy here, and the main thing is to make people regret and never forget it, right?

 Song Shuliang later said: Children should not have such high expectations.

 Because he grew up in the countryside, he knew that although there were good things in the village, they must also be very precious. His father traveled thousands of miles to send these, so he must have put in a lot of effort to get them!

Later on, every time I asked about my job during video calls, my seventh cousin said that he was a chef in a family in the village, cooking big pots of rice for everyone...

Ayiguli instantly remembered that unforgettable memory, and nodded in surprise:

“It turns out you gave me the tea and honey!”

 But at this moment, when Ayiguli thought about it again, she felt filled with regret.

 “That’s not right.”

Song Tan suddenly remembered something:

“We ate it. Both children liked it very much and kept coming back to see what grandpa eats every day... We also bought tickets, but my dad had something to do, so he canceled the tickets directly.”

 Why do you have to eat so much in the city?

When Song Shuliang heard this, didn’t he understand it?

 As a cook, you can always get something good. But you are not free to have three meals a day!

With the rapid consumption of honey, the number of tea leaves is decreasing day by day. Thinking about the long journey, the desire to go home fades away again.

“Our whole family can drink a big bowl of white fungus soup! And it’s easy to go to the toilet! So is the honey! Tea paired with kebabs and finger rice is really great!”

 Ayiguli blushed a little.

Song Tan paused and wondered: "It sounds like you have eaten it. But if you taste it, you should know that we have delicious food here, right?"

“I remember that my seventh cousin sent you something when he first came here to work. Tea, honey, white fungus... What, is the express delivery too far away?”

Song Tan knew that going too far was not enough, so he took the initiative to change the topic:

“Dr. Guo, what do you want for the New Year? Can I ask my cousin to prepare it for you?”

 Guo Dong sighed: "You can pick vegetables in your field, and I can buy tea myself. It seems that there is nothing missing... Oh, you ask him to prepare and take two days to come to my house during the New Year."

 The two of them looked at each other, and there was a tacit understanding of each other.

but…

He thought for a while and asked again:

“Qiaoqiao, do you have those kind of tattoo stickers? Don’t most children like to play with these? Give two of them to his cousin and put them on his arms. Be fierce!”

 Tut. With Zhang Yanping’s face, that body structure, and a tattoo on his arm, I will take him back to his hometown during the Chinese New Year to see who among those people still dares to chirp!

These words made it difficult for Song Tan to answer: "If I remember correctly, the only stickers Qiao Qiao has now are Peppa Pig and Ultraman. Do you want to put them on?"

 Guo Dong shook his head instantly. This was too out of place: "Forget it, I'll buy it myself. I don't know if it can be shipped before the year."

Song Tan thought for a while and said, "Otherwise, our family will be selling New Year's goods during the Chinese New Year. I will bring you two with me when the time comes. You should be able to find them in small boutiques in the town."

Guo Dong nodded: "Okay!"

  turned to another topic:

“There will definitely be a lot of people staying in the village next year, and it won’t be appropriate for me to pick vegetables in your vegetable field. Why don’t you get some meal coupons or something, and I’ll pay for them.”

“If you want to cook it yourself, let Zhang Yanping bring me some food. If you don’t want to cook it, I’ll go to the mountain canteen to eat.”

How many vegetables can Dr. Xiao Guo eat by himself?

 She maintains a good health and can eat a meal by herself even if she pulls out a green vegetable. And throughout the year, there is no shortage of things like hawthorn pills to relieve summer heat.

Now I am probably in a relationship with Zhang Yanping and I have some concerns, so I said this.

Song Tan thought about it for a while, but didn’t refuse:

 “Let’s wait until after the new year. There will be more people after the new year, so we can sort out this matter again.”

The two of them were chatting casually, and Guo Dong had already helped Ayiguli press her down. While she frowned at the soreness and swelling of her acupuncture points, she couldn't help but think for a while:

The child’s father’s hometown seems to have no worse life than those in the frontier! There is a feeling of freedom and happiness...

 …

After the mother and daughter finished their wedding, they strolled back to warm themselves by the fire and chat, listening to interesting stories in the village and talking about life on the frontier.

At the same time, I have to look at the table full of food and secretly drool.

By the time Song Shuliang came back, it was already 12:00 noon.

Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, found ready meals as soon as he went to Song Tan's house, but Song Shuliang was already hungry.

He didn't expect that there would be so many procedures in the morning. Either this document or that document. The signing process was dizzying, and from time to time, his father would stab him.

Now when I returned to the yard, I found that Grandma Qi and Ayiguli were not at home. The fire that was lit in the morning was half buried with ashes, leaving only a slight spark.

The cold room made him couldn't help but blurt out:

“This house is still too big, and it’s too cold in winter. I don’t know how you’ve lived in it for so many years.”

 The seventh cousin got the job done and was in a good mood at the moment. He just pretended not to hear what his son said.

He only worried about the pig's trotters, eggs, and dried beans in the stew pot, and whether the pre-cooked meat had been stolen by rats.

 Finally, he even opened the freezer and took out some ready-made fried milk made at Qiaoqiao's house yesterday.

At this time, Grandma Qi also came back with her mother and daughter, whose cheeks were flushed by the heat. Everyone was talking and laughing, obviously very happy. Ayiguli even volunteered:

 “Mom, let me help you light the fire.”

"Okay!"

Grandma Qi didn’t refuse either: “Your dad likes to use two stoves for cooking. It just so happens that we each have one, so it’s still warm when roasting.”

As for the two little granddaughters, they have been laughing and dancing for a long time, and they are not afraid of the cold at all. Children are full of energy.

Song Shuliang, who sat alone in the main room for a while and was so cold that he rubbed his hands and stamped his feet, couldn't help but get up and walk around twice. He found that this huge house would be too quiet if there were no sporadic sounds from the kitchen.

 Update 1. I was so sleepy that I took a nap before writing, but luckily I finished it.