Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 139 139. Xiti Chef and Crying Bag

  The car runs smoothly on the road.

  In the car seat, Qiao Qiao sat on the co-pilot and continued to pinch his colorful clay—this is a new toy he just bought this morning.

  In the back seat, Cousin Seven was holding a handbag in his arms, and would bury his head in it to take a deep sniff from time to time. Grandma Seven's eyes were sharpened by this wretched appearance, so she simply turned her head to look out the window.

  In the pickup truck, pots and pans are crowded together, occasionally mixed with boxes and plastic barrels of various colors. There is another set of knives wrapped in foam and piled up in the box - there is even a huge chopping board passed down by the Seventh Cousin for many years!

   It is said that it was sawed off from the stump of an old tree. No matter how much he chopped and chopped it over the years, the house is as strong as ever, smooth and shiny.

  If it wasn't for not bringing bedding and bedding, it would really look like moving at the moment.

At this point, the Seventh Cousin was still sitting in the back seat and pointing: "You said you, the little girl looks smart, but she is stupid in doing things. Why are you telling me so much? It's a waste of time, but take out this tea first Make a cup, and I will leave with you without saying a word!"

   This is a frightening look.

   However, Song Tan used to be obedient to coax people before, but now he has a scumbag mentality, not as polite as he said, and now he smiled and asked:

   "Seventh Cousin, if I rely on this to invite you back from the beginning, what will Seventh Granny do if she doesn't want to?"

  From emotion to reason, analyze slowly, this is the long-term way.

   Seventh Cousin: …

   Isn't this because I forgot to take shape just now? At this moment, I saw the old lady beside me snorting coldly:

   "Our old man is the master of the house, how can I have a say? What do I think, it is not as important as the cabbage on his balcony!"

  Before leaving, he dug out all the vegetables and gave them away.

   Then he talked to Song Tan in a pleasant manner:

   "Tan Tan, our old house hasn't been repaired for many years, is there anyone at home to help?"

  The chefs have all been brought back, and the Seventh Cousin even said that he doesn’t need a salary, as long as he will share some delicious food...Isn’t it the right thing to arrange the house?

  She nodded: "Don't worry!"

   "But everyone is busy planting trees for me today, and it's too late to repair the house, so let's make you two stay at my house for one night."

   "Early tomorrow morning, make sure someone cleans up the house!"

   It is easy to tidy up a guest room at home.

  In the countryside, there is nothing else, just a lot of rooms.

  As soon as she said this, Grandma Qi's heart was relieved at that time, and now she couldn't help thinking about it again:

   "Oh, I haven't come back to live for a while, and I don't know if the vegetable field at the door is deserted or not..."

  I have been working in the farm all my life, and I have been aggrieved in the urban area for several years. Now I see this open space and I want to sow seeds...

  Her expression was full of joy and anticipation.

  Song Tan didn't say anything else, but just introduced the current situation of his hometown to them along the way:

   "The road in our village is not easy to walk, but it's not too bad, it's just a little narrow."

  How many years ago did Cuncuntong be built? The width of the road is three meters. After all these years of sewing and mending, I can still walk.

   It's just a little bumpy.

   "There are not many young people in our village now, but every villager goes from the town to the urban area every day. Just make a call in advance and just sit in front of your house."

   In the future, Song Tan will definitely pick up and drop off when something happens, but I have to point out another way first, so that people can feel at ease.

   When Song Tan thought about things, he was extremely thoughtful.

   "Seventh grandma, my seventh cousin didn't ask me to talk about salary just now. But now that you two are back, you can't work for nothing, right?"

   Before the words fell, Seventh Cousin became vigilant:

   "What kind of salary do you want? Didn't you agree to share all your good things with me? It's enough for the two of us to eat. If you want more, I'll buy it from you."

  If the son doesn’t come back, he will still be his own child. If there is anything good, I still want to send it over.

   Seventh Cousin is not stupid. If these things are sold alone, they can be many times higher than the salary!

  He has a house and savings, why do he need so much money? It has to be something good and affordable.

  Everyone understands the truth of this statement.

  But in the future, won’t Qiao Qiao have to ask Seventh Cousin to take care of him?

  Even if Qi Cousin is a good character, but if he gets angry and hits and scolds accidentally too much, can we stop him on the spot for the children to learn crafts?

   Besides, Qiao Qiao is so stupid, if he can't hold back and fight back... Among other things, the old couple are over sixty!

  Then this affection has to go ahead.

   "See what you said," Song Tan smiled generously:

   "If I really don't get paid, what should I do if I hire other people in the future?"

   "However, as the Seventh Cousin said, I will leave you a share of the good things. I can't get that much money for the time being, and it's really not high—"

   "In the morning and evening, our family will eat, plus the two of you, there will be no more than ten people. That is to say, when you are busy, prepare more meals at noon."

   "Three thousand yuan a month is really not much money. It's just a picture. Do you think it's okay?"

   "Okay, why not!"

  Grandma Seven was the first to answer:

   "Looking at this old man, you can tell that your stuff is not bad. If you really want to sell it, why can't you earn 3,000 yuan? It's just a formality."

Then she said seriously: "Tan Tan, since we are back with you, we won't lie to you. As long as we can take good care of us when we get old, we will give you the house and do whatever you want. I My son has already notarized it for me, don't want this."

"OK."

   This time Song Tan did not refuse, but agreed first, reassuring the old couple:

   "There is a house there, and it can be sold for a million and one hundred thousand casually. If you have anything to do, just say hello."

   "I'm not doing it for your craft, I'm also doing it for the house, isn't it?"

  As soon as these words were said, the hearts of the old couple suddenly settled down.

  Yeah, they have their handicrafts with them, and the house is still there, no matter what, the days after this will be the same!

  For a while, everyone in the car was in high spirits.

  Only Qiao Qiao raised his head suddenly: "Am I going to learn how to cook from Cousin Seven?"

  Song Tan just remembered—they arranged everything very well, but they forgot to ask Qiao Qiao what he meant.

  She also looked serious: "Yes, my sister has this plan. What does Qiao Qiao think?"

  Jojo lowered his head, rubbing the ball of colorful mud back and forth in his hands:

   "JoJo loves to learn. But..."

  He raised his head aggrievedly, with two tears in his eyes:

   "Sister, didn't you tell me to show me Ultraman? I have earned a lot of money recently, and I didn't spend it randomly, and I didn't watch Page, and I did work—but when will Ultraman show me?"

  He cried "Wow", extremely wronged:

   "Jojo, Qiaojo has been waiting for a long time..."

   It’s a big holiday, everyone should be happy whether you go to work or not!

  (end of this chapter)